"Light and heavy machine gun cover, artillery fire, let the living fighters come back!" Wang Ping immediately ordered. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, without Wang Ping's order, the soldiers who have been shooting know what to do!

Before the devil didn't shoot, everyone could only shoot blindly at the gun tower shooting hole. But as soon as the devils fired, their location was revealed. Seeing that the comrades-in-arms who were still alive just now turned into corpses in an instant, everyone was furious, and they couldn't wait to beat the devil into a hornet's nest at once.

Therefore, without waiting for Wang Ping to give an order, the machine gunner and rifleman pulled the trigger on the fire that the devil had just exposed. In particular, the three sharpshooters, as soon as the devil machine gun fire point fired, they put the shooting hole into the gun crosshair, and then pulled the trigger.

"Bang Bang!" After three gunshots, the three machine guns of the devil stopped less than five seconds after they rang out.

The three machine gunners were either shot in the head or shot in the chest, and then fell into the turret with an incredible face, whimpering for their lives.

The co-shooter next to him also had an expression of disbelief, but he quickly reacted, took the machine gun and fired outside the turret. But after the three machine gunners were killed, the three devils who had just received the machine guns understood that there were enemy sharpshooters outside the turret who were eyeing them. If one is not good, he will follow in the footsteps of the three shooters in front of him.

Therefore, they are especially cautious when shooting out, keeping their bodies as low as possible to avoid exposing their bodies to the shooting holes. But even so, the second round of bullets fired by the three sharpshooters still knocked out a devil machine gunner.

Although the bullets fired by the other people of the independent battalion did not have such a good accuracy, with the number of bullets, many bullets flew into the turret from the shooting hole, and then drilled into the body of the devil!

"Ah...... Baga, the enemy's fire is too fierce, and the bullets are coming in, pay attention to concealment! After a scream, four or five devil riflemen also fell to the ground. The second lieutenant squad leader, who directly commanded the battle, then ordered.

The moment the counterattack fire on the turret suddenly stopped, the three or four Eighth Route Army troops who were still alive on the battlefield immediately retreated.

"Company commander, this time send two squads to rush, and the third company will also draw a squad to rush from behind, disperse the devil's firepower, and you will definitely be able to rush to the bottom of the turret!" Zhang Yunshan, the commander of the second company, was very unwilling to ask Wang Ping for battle.

Wang Ping shook his head and replied: "With our firepower, we will definitely be able to take this turret by storming, but the casualties are too great to be cost-effective." Eight fighters are lost in a tentative attack, how many men are you going to lose in a strong attack, two squads, or three squads, or more fighters? ”

"But do we have anything else to do but attack? The mortar shells hit the turret, and they couldn't even blow up a hole, and I really couldn't think of any other way than to storm it? Zhang Yunshan said helplessly.

Wang Ping did not speak with a calm face, and the artillery platoon commander Zhang Bing also came over at this time, and replied with an embarrassed face: "Battalion commander, our artillery platoon is useless." If you can shoot the shells directly into the turret, you will definitely be able to blow up the turret! But not a single person in the artillery platoon could cook, and the mortars were curved artillery, and it was almost impossible to fire directly at the firing holes of the turret! ”

"It's not your fault!" Wang Ping shook his head and replied.

"After all, mortars are not infantry guns and mountain artillery equipped by devils, if there are infantry guns, one cannon can blow up a big hole outside the turret, but we don't have it!"

"Then we won't be able to take the devil's turret!" Zhang Yunshan was still unconvinced.

Zhang Bing also lost his temper, and couldn't help complaining: "It would be good if the mortar could shoot flat, directly aim at the outer wall of the turret and explode, if one cannonball doesn't work, use two cannonballs to blow up, as long as you aim at a point, you will definitely be able to blow up a big hole in the outer wall of the turret!" ”

"Mortar flat fire!" Wang Ping's eyes lit up, and he immediately thought of the flat-firing gun converted from a mortar of the Eighth Route Army a few years later.

But Wang Ping didn't rejoice for long before giving up on this unrealistic idea. Let's not say that I don't have tools at hand, even if I have tools in my hand, I know how to change them, and it is impossible to modify them in a short time.

At this time, Wang Ping's stubborn temper of not admitting defeat also came up.

Later, the Eighth Route Army could use mortars to convert into flat-firing guns, which proved that mortars could be used as flat-firing guns, but no one dared to try.

You don't need a mortar to fire horizontally in the real sense, you just need to reduce the mortar angle as much as possible and let the shells hit the outer wall of the turret. Maybe you don't need to modify the mortar, you only need the artillery to take a risk.

Wang Ping immediately told Zhang Bing his thoughts.

At first, Zhang Bing still had an impossible expression, but after thinking for a minute, he still affirmed: "Battalion commander, as long as you can fire the gunpowder on the tail of the mortar and let the gunpowder burn quickly, the mortar will definitely be able to shoot the shells out." ”

"But there is also a problem, the mortar barrel is not rifled, and the energy generated by the ignition of gunpowder burning in the tail of the mortar shell is not strong, which means that the shell does not fly far, I estimate, fifty meters should be the limit."

"Enough, we are only more than thirty meters away from the turret here, if it weren't for the fact that the mortar shells are too heavy, the soldiers with strong arm strength can throw the shells on the outer wall of the turret with their hands!" Wang Ping was happy to answer.

Zhang Bing still had a worried look on his face, and reminded Wang Ping.

"Battalion commander, it's still the question just now, after the mortar firing angle becomes smaller, the shell will not have such a strong impact when it falls on the firing pin, and the firing pin will not be able to shoot the gunpowder in the tail, and then the shell will not fly out!"

Wang Ping replied very quickly: "If there is no impact, then artificially give it impact!" ”

"How?" Zhang Bing immediately asked, staring at Wang Ping with a pair of eager eyes, for fear of missing a word.

Wang Ping didn't explain, and directly began to order: "Move the mortar over, you aim it yourself, directly aim at the turret, and I'll do the rest!" ”

Although it is unclear whether Wang Ping's method is feasible, it is the only way for the independent battalion to take the turret with minimal casualties. Therefore, without saying a word, Zhang Bing began to gather his artillery to assist him in setting up his artillery!

After finishing, the elevation angle of the barrels of the three mortars directly became thirty degrees.

In this case, the mortar is stuffed into the muzzle, and the shell cannot hit the mortar firing pin with its own gravity, so as to fire the gunpowder of the mortar tail!

"Battalion commander, the shell is stuck in the muzzle and can't fall!" Zhang Bing stared at Wang Ping and asked.

Wang Ping directly took out the tools he had prepared just now.

A wooden stick more than one meter long, three centimeters in diameter. One end is wrapped in cotton cloth, and at first glance, it looks very similar to the tool for cleaning the barrel of a mountain artillery.

Although most of the shell has been stuffed into the barrel, the top of the shell is still exposed outside the barrel. Wang Ping directly wrapped one side of the cloth with a wooden pole, pressed it against the top of the shell, and then stabbed it into the barrel hard, and then quickly pulled out the wooden pole.

Because the initial velocity of the mortar shell is very low, after the gunpowder in the tail is fired, it can only produce energy after burning for a while, pushing the shell out of the barrel.

Because Wang Ping was very fast, the wooden pole was pulled out when the cannonball hit the firing pin. Therefore, by the time the shell was pushed out of the chamber, Wang Ping had already dodged to the side.