Episode 153 A generation of famous guns

A table was set up on the shooting range, and as soon as Xiang Xiaoqiang saw this suitcase, his heart immediately jumped. Needless to say, he already knew what was inside.

Wang Hexiang next to him smiled and signaled, and Qi Shunfa's representative immediately stepped forward, snapped twice, and opened the box.

Sure enough, there was a shiny black firearm lying in the box. Longer than a submachine gun and shorter than a light machine gun, it has a dark red wooden butt and a metal handle above the barrel. Xiang Xiaoqiang stepped forward, grabbed the handle, and lifted the gun out at once.

His first impression was: the weight was okay, much heavier than the L-36, but much lighter than the woodpecker. And it is much lighter than the original standard light machine gun of the Ming army, the imitation Czech ZB26. It's about the same weight as a regular rifle, but a little heavier at most.

Xiang Xiaoqiang stroked the body of the gun, feeling every bump and concave part on the surface of the gun...... It doesn't feel as refined as the Woodpecker machine gun. Every part of the woodpecker is machine-cut, and it feels very fine, like a work of art. And the parts that can be seen on the surface of this gun are almost all stamped and formed, and the feel is much rougher.

However, this is exactly what Xiang Xiaoqiang wants. To say that a gun is a work of art is to say that it is just a description. After all, guns are weapons, tools, and consumables that are used in large quantities on the battlefield. When the function is satisfied, the cost and production time are as low as possible. Moreover, all mechanical products, whether guns or vehicles, are inversely proportional to their precision. The simpler the structure, the more it can be handled, and the less likely it is to have problems when used roughly on the harsh battlefield and in various wind, sand, rain and snow environments.

In the past year or so, Xiang Xiaoqiang has also thought about what this first automatic rifle of the Ming Dynasty should look like many times. Somehow, he always had an appearance like an MP-44 or AK-47 in his head, with a crooked magazine underneath. But now I see that this gun is not quite the same as the MP44 and AK47 style. The magazine is not curved, but straight. Coupled with the metal handle on the upper part, the shape of the entire straight line is not like the Warsaw Pact style, but more like the NATO style.

Overall, the appearance is very beautiful.

The representative of Qi Shunfa observed Xiang Xiaoqiang's face, and when he saw Xiang Xiaoqiang's satisfied expression, he breathed a sigh of relief. First impressions matter.

Xiang Xiaoqiang raised the gun, aimed at it against his face, and then grabbed the handle and put it down, lifting it vertically in his hand, trying the weight and balance. Not bad, well balanced before and after. Then, he put on the strap again, carried it on his chest, waist, and back, and tried all the positions. The overall feeling was nice and comfortable.

"Okay," he said, "let's shoot live." ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang said to take off the gun and handed it to Wang Hexiang. Wang Hexiang took it, took off the empty magazine on the gun, took a full magazine from behind him, loaded it, pulled the bolt, and loaded it.

During this time, Xiang Xiaoqiang took off his general's coat, changed into a canvas training uniform, and put on a steel helmet. He reached out and took the gun, put it on his back, and walked forward a few steps on foot like an ordinary soldier, feeling it as he came to the firing position.

It's a 50-meter target. The target soldier in the distance shouted "ready" with a megaphone, and then leaned over and hid in the cement trench.

Xiang Xiaoqiang held his breath, stared intently at the target in the distance, raised the gun suddenly, aimed at it against his face, and pulled the trigger.

"Dada......"

There was a series of piercing explosions, the muzzle of the gun floated upward, and the bullet had long since flown somewhere.

Several people next to him looked at each other, all embarrassed.

Xiang Xiaoqiang loosened the trigger and said with a smile:

"Haha, I haven't shot in a long time, it's a pure accident, I'm sorry to ......"

Then he pressed the button on the table. The soldier behind the target in the distance, seeing the signal, got out of the trench, ran in front of the target to take a look, then turned and shouted with a megaphone:

"One shot 5.5 rings! The rest are off target! ”

Qi Shunfa's face turned red, his lips moved twice, and he just wanted to say, "Adult, you should shoot", Xiang Xiaoqiang groped for himself. He saw a small wrench on the side of the gun, which was probably single-shot and burst-fired, so he pushed it.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his gun again and motioned for the target reporter to hide. Then he put the gun to his face, squinted one eye, aimed for a long time, and pulled the trigger.

"Smack——!!!

A crisp gunshot echoed over the range. The muzzle of the gun rose slightly, and a few wisps of green smoke came out.

Xiang Xiaoqiang pressed the button on the table. The target reporter in the distance came out again and shouted with a megaphone:

"7 rings!"

At this time, several people around breathed a sigh of relief. Qi Shunfa's representative face also returned to its normal color, and grinned:

"Lord Xiang, you are so good at marksmanship!"

Xiang Xiaoqiang laughed:

"A must."

Then, he turned the firing mode into bursts and fired a few bursts. The results are also much better than the first time.

Qi Shunfa's representative stepped forward and smiled:

"My lord, the greatest strength of this product is its accuracy, and medium and long-range firefights can completely suppress enemy rifles...... My lord, 50 meters is not enough to show its advantage, please try a few more shots at the 150 meter target! ”

Wang Hexiang was taken aback, and said 150 meters? Aren't you ugly of an adult? He just wanted to play a round, nodded to Xiaoqiang and smiled:

"Yes, that's exactly what I want. But at 150 meters, I can't do it. Yan Bin! ”

Wu Yanbin behind him took a step forward:

"Yes!"

"You'll fight later."

Wu Yanbin's hands were itchy for a long time, and he replied loudly at the moment:

"Yes!"

The group got into three chiefs' cars and drove to the other end of the shooting range. The target here is farther away and looks smaller. This is a 150-meter target.

Xiang Xiaoqiang handed the gun to Wu Yanbin. Wu Yanbin lay down on the mat, glanced at it slightly, and pulled the trigger.

"Papapa" hit ten single shots. The target was reported from afar.

But this time instead of using a megaphone, it was a field phone. The voice of the target announcer came from the microphone:

"Nine rings for five, 8.5 rings for three shots, 8 rings for one shot! One shot 7.5 rings! ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang was pleasantly surprised:

"Damn! So accurate?! ”

Qi Shunfa next to him was also happy on his face. Wu Yanbin stood up, frowned, and said:

"Well, don't praise me, sir...... This gun is inferior to a rifle. The subordinates use rifles 150 meters, guns and guns with nine rings. Is this a gun...... It feels like a Czech style...... It's not as accurate as the Czech style. ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang nodded, very satisfied. He knew in his heart that this was not a rifle in the first place, but an automatic rifle. The accuracy certainly can't be compared to that of a rifle. The Czech light machine gun itself is also a light machine gun, and it is notoriously accurate, and it is known as the best light machine gun of World War II. Not to mention that this automatic rifle catches up with the Czech type, if it can be close to the accuracy of the Czech type, Xiang Xiaoqiang is very satisfied.

Listening to Wu Yanbin's tone, even if this gun is not as accurate as the Czech style, it is not too far behind.

Xiang Xiaoqiang commanded behind him. A moment later, a soldier brought an L-36 submachine gun. Xiang Xiaoqiang handed the submachine gun to Wu Yanbin:

"Yan Bin, you're trying to hit this a few times."

Wu Yanbin smiled:

"Sir, aren't you making fun of your subordinates...... How could this gun hit such a distant target. ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled:

"Just try. Play as best you can. If you can hit 8 rings, I will reward you with 10,000 Ming Yang. ”