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The next day, along with the other two platoons, nearly 100 officers and men of the 2nd Infantry Company, where Sergeant Scott was a member, were selected by the Army Command as the first batch of new rifle replacement units.

There were only 100 new Type 22A rifles delivered from NORINCO this time, and the total number of cartridges in several boxes was less than 5,000. When the box was opened, the soldiers in the line heard a whisper.

The old 21B1 flintlock rifle was set aside by the soldiers, and then a more pretty-looking rifle was taken from the quartermaster. The veterans who had already experienced actual combat couldn't put it down when they touched this new rifle, but the recruits who had not even fired many flintlock rifles were at a loss.

The full length of the rifle was about the same as that of the 21A/B1 flintlock rifle, but it seemed to be slightly lighter, and the previous bayonet continued to be used. Both the bolt and the body are more complex in structure and fine workmanship, and the position of the butt grip and trigger ring is also more convenient.

Several non-commissioned officers who had been trained in the operation of the new rifle began to lead the soldiers to the training site in platoon units to conduct new equipment adaptation teaching. Captain Feng Bin, commander of the 2nd Company, was chatting with Brigadier General Chen Liwen, commander of the Army, Captain He Yu, commander of the garrison company of Changdao New District, Manchuria, and several young engineers of the North Industries Corporation.

Behind the Engineer, two bundled boxes wrapped in canvas stand out, apparently belonging to some sort of new equipment that is about to be realized.

"What, what is this?"

saw Chen Liwen and Lin Youde talking and laughing all the time. Feng Bin couldn't help but quietly walked to He Yu's side and pointed to the box not far away.

"I don't know." He Yu is also confused. But looking at Chen Liwen and Lin Youde talking and laughing, it is estimated that they are planning to give everyone an unexpected surprise, "Your Lian is lucky this time, the first batch of clothes to change, this is really a group of 'German devils'." ”

"Hehe, who told me to garrison West Point now?" Feng Bin was very proud at this time.

“…… Almost. I think I'm going to carry things to the south of the valley right now. ”

At this time, Chen Liwen's voice came, and it sounded good. The actual age is actually only 35 years old Chen Liwen. Since he became the commander of the army, he has been looking cold all day long, but today he has a rare happy expression.

I looked at the terrain around me. Lin Youde finally stopped greeting his colleagues, and with a wave of his hand, the four soldiers lifted the wooden box, and then the group walked along the path outside the training ground towards the hilly valley in the south. Judging by the pace of the soldiers carrying the boxes, the contents of the two boxes were not light.

After more than half an hour, everyone came to a gentle slope in front of a hilly valley, with the mouth of the valley in front and an open and uninhabited rocky beach inside.

Several NORINCO engineers cut the rope outside the wooden box and untied the canvas. As soon as the lid of the box was opened, the sharp-eyed He Yu and Feng Bin two army officers let out a "Damn!" at the same time. ”

A steel cylinder with a tile-blue metallic sheen lay silently in one of the wooden crates, alongside a pair of tripod-like parts and a large, circular metal base.

In another box, a dozen black, spindle-shaped metal cannonballs with tail fins were neatly stacked.

"Mortar!" He Yu excitedly rushed to the side of the wooden box in a few steps. As if touching a beloved woman, his fingers gently slid over the barrel of a mortar, and his eyes flashed with brilliance.

"Well, 60mm light mortar, purely real yàn model. In order to prevent accidents, the barrel wall of the real yàn type did not dare to be too thin. The base and tripod were also strengthened a lot, and the total combat weight exceeded twenty-five kilograms. Using a more conservative propellant pack, the maximum range is 1200 meters, the minimum range is 90 meters, the bullet weighs 1.4 kilograms, and there is currently only one kind of high-explosive anti-personnel ammunition, which is filled with 280 grams of explosives and a large number of iron particles, and the effective killing radius is more than 10 meters. There had been more than a dozen rounds on Staten Island before, and no other safety issues had been identified. ”

The young engineer beside Lin Youde memorized the performance parameters of the weapon like a few treasures, and then puffed up his chest proudly.

"Good fellow...... Big killer, haha! It's finally time for the artillery to be equipped! He Yu and Feng Bin, the two middle-level officers, both laughed at this time, and they couldn't wait to get a few shots right away.

It was obviously unreliable to let them go, and several engineers from NORINCO temporarily took on the role of artillerymen, and very skillfully assembled the real Yàn type 60mm mortar, and then made a gesture of avoidance to the crowd of onlookers after some comparison and measurement.

A group of observers hurriedly retreated to a few dozen meters away, only to see an engineer remove the safety cap of a shell and put it at the muzzle position, while another engineer squatted and held the gun carriage, one hand blocking his ear. As soon as the loader's hand loosened, the shell slid into the barrel, and the loader quickly covered his ears with both hands and buried his body.

The artillery fire flashed a fleeting faint red light and a little smoke, and the propellant burned and swelled with a dull sound.

After a short wait, a cloud of gray and white smoke mixed with fire and stone dust exploded in the pile of rocks about 600 meters away, which looked very powerful, and then the roar of the explosion was heard two seconds later.

"Looks good, is there room for improvement?" Chen Liwen, who had long known the progress of mortar research and development, nodded slightly, but still asked Lin Youde beside him very cautiously.

"If you don't consider the detailed requirements of actual combat, the current reality is quite qualified, and the safety of the spring fuse is also good. However, the full combat weight of the whole gun is a bit high, the machining accuracy of each part needs to be improved, the size of the tail of the shell needs to be adjusted again to improve the accuracy, and the firing range is also slightly insufficient, and it needs to go through more live firing to determine the final production type. ”

Unlike Jiang Zhaolong's more commercial sales methods, Lin Youde prefers to talk about the product itself.

"Give me a reassurance, when will it be done? I did my best to arrange the training of the troops. Although he knew that the mortar research and development test would be more cumbersome and lengthy, Chen Liwen couldn't help but ask, "I need at least one artillery company this year!" ”

"If there are other surprises, it will probably be done in June." Lin Youde did a few seconds of mental calculation, and said a timetable that made the officers on the scene feel itchy teeth.

The Mohoks in the northwest, after a winter hibernation, have recently been a little on the verge of moving again, and the army officers, armed with the latest rifle equipment, are a little eager to solve the big trouble in the north once and for all. Now that there are mortars again, everyone's confidence is even more inflated.

Then, whether it was the brigadier general or the two army captains present, all the officers rushed up, and they all began to learn to shoot artillery as if no one was around, which was really evil.

The faint roar from the south made the officers and men on the training ground of the military base look sideways slightly, and even many recruits showed uneasy expressions.

Although the non-commissioned officers did not understand what was happening, they still decisively stopped the military training, gathered the soldiers together with loud shouts, and then scolded them one after another for all kinds of unreasonable reasons.

It wasn't until a lieutenant came out of the fortress with a platoon of veterans that the brief turmoil on the training ground quietly passed. The non-commissioned officers, who had consciously lost face, began to push the soldiers up and down like rabbits on the training ground.

Sergeant Scott's platoon was conducting experiential shooting training at a nearby shooting range, and the continuous explosions in the distance made the soldiers shake a little. Some veterans, although they also had combat experience with the only 6-pounder gun in the fortress, but the strange cannon sound they heard now was obviously not produced by one cannon.

There was another row of gunshots, but the affected soldiers, this time almost none hit the distant target. Artillery, in this era, whether it is one's own man or the enemy's, is an invisible deterrent for soldiers.

"Sir, Sergeant Scott, I estimate that there is at least a company of cannons, but definitely not 6-pounder guns! And it's all well-trained artillery! ”

Makanov got up and stood beside Sergeant Scott, who was also thinking, with a solemn expression, secretly showing off his knowledge like a dog-headed strategist.

Compared to most soldiers who were once peasants and had only been holding a gun for a few months, Makanov was a man who had fought countless battles, and even appeared in the Battle of White Mountain, which took place in Prague two years ago and decided the fate of Bohemia for hundreds of years. The battle made the famous mercenary general Count Tilly famous, and more than 4,000 Bohemian Protestant soldiers were captured or killed, while the Holy Roman Emperor lost less than 800 men.

The reserve unit of the stout Bohemian mercenary was shelled by his opponents, and Makanov fled the battlefield before he could use his heirloom spear, and was inexplicably declared to have lost the war.

As the only recruit among the soldiers present who had been "shelled", Makanov finally found a glimmer of superiority.

Turning his head to quietly look at the tall recruits who had just joined his platoon for months, the smooth Mandarin made it difficult for Sergeant Scott to associate the other party with a Pole who had been immigrating for only three months.

"That should also be our artillery." Scott turned around and glared at the soldiers who were lying on the ground and stopped firing and looked back, "Look at the way you guys, can the artillery training in the rear also scare you?" Now, all on the bayonet, charge! Smash all the targets in front of you! ”

Howls rang out, and infantry with brand-new rifles scurried across the undulating range. Unlike their previous shooting ranges, this time the targets were all 300 yards away......

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