Chapter 1474 Anti-tank Rifle (Second update, please subscribe)
Washington has fallen...er...Washington state has fallen,
The fall of Portland, the Oregon crisis, the Western crisis... everything for the West, everything for America!
Under the slogan "Everything for the West", all materials, everything tended to the West. Train after train loaded with military supplies and soldiers ran on the Pacific Railway, just as President Cleveland promised in Congress - we will build an unprecedented line of defense that will block all enemy attacks.
In order to stop the attack of the Ming Empire, of course the most advanced weapons, such as the Maxim machine gun and the M1892 3-inch field gun, had to be supplied to the west first.
Gary Bull had a very deep understanding of this. After withdrawing from Portland, he and his troops were incorporated into the National Guard, and they were soon replenished with machine guns - one battalion was equipped with a total of 6 machine guns.
In Portland, a regiment may not have so many machine guns. After they had machine guns and mortars, they even used the mountainous terrain of Oregon to repel the attacks of the Ming army many times. However, this did not stop the attack of the Ming army.
After the fall of Portland, Gallibul's troops fought all the way, and of course they were constantly retreating. And most of the time, they were retreating.
Once again, the order to retreat came suddenly. The divisional staff had just issued an order to build fortifications yesterday - to establish a second line of defense. But in the morning they received a call asking them to blow up roads and bridges during the retreat to stop the Imperial Army's advance.
As the engineers poured kerosene on the wooden bridge and prepared to ignite it, Captain Harrison walked up to Gary Bull and asked.
"Major, do you know why we have to retreat?"
In response to his subordinates' questions, Garibal said.
"I heard that the Ming Dynasty has deployed tanks in Salem, with more than a hundred tanks. If we don't retreat, we may not even have a chance to retreat. After all, people can't outrun tanks."
And it can't beat tanks either.
Is there anything that could better illustrate the situation than this?
Just by hearing that the Ming army had deployed tanks, the division ordered a retreat. Tanks were almost everyone's nightmare. No one wanted to die in front of a tank.
"Major, we must have anti-tank weapons. I'm not talking about Thor's hammer. Not everyone has Remy's luck. Luck is important with grenades, and the same is true with mines."
Gary Bull asked, nodding when Harrison mentioned Remy.
"So what do you think we need?"
"We need a larger rifle whose bullets can penetrate steel..."
"Large rifle?"
"Yes, a large rifle."
Harrison thought for a moment and said.
"When I was a sailor on a merchant ship, I went to Qing Dynasty. There I saw a large rifle with a caliber between 0.60 inches and 1 inch and a length of six feet. The locals called it a "lifting rifle" and it required two people to carry it. I think we can make such a rifle and fire this kind of bullet..."
As he spoke, Harrison took out a bullet from his bag and gestured.
"We should design a 0.6-inch bullet. Its bullet head is not made of copper and lead, but a steel core. This large bullet should be able to penetrate the armor of the tank. Well, as for the shell, we can use the shell of the 20mm shell to make it..."
"You mean to build a rifle that shoots large caliber wildcat rounds?"
Gary Bull asked, wildcat bullets are homemade bullets by the public, usually modified from existing bullets in order to obtain better ammunition performance.
Using shell casings to make bullets...
"Haha, my friend, you are really a genius. If you use it to shoot solid bullets, it will definitely be able to penetrate thick steel plates. It will naturally be no problem to use it to attack tanks. Haha, in this way, we don't need to worry about tanks anymore."
After thinking for a while, Gary Bull said.
"We will be retreating to Albany soon. There must be someone there who can make...what rifle was it? Oh, the craftsman who carried the rifle, we can give it a try. Maybe your invention can save America and the world."
Just a few days later, they found a gun shop in Albany. Faced with the requests made by this group of soldiers, the gunsmith Blake was astonished.
"A rifle with a caliber of more than 0.6 inches and a length of six feet, my God, what are you going to use it to shoot? Elephants? Can you withstand the recoil of such a gun?"
"Mr. Blake, what we need is a rifle that can hit tanks."
"Fighting tanks?"
Blake asked in confusion.
Soon Blake understood what the other party wanted.
"A rifle that can penetrate steel plates? For example, if this cartridge case is constricted to fire a smaller steel bullet, it will be faster and more powerful!"
As the best gunsmith in Albany, Blake thought for a moment and then said.
"Then do you know how strong the recoil is?"
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The tanks are advancing!
It should be said that a tank was moving forward. In 1996, the tank had become the most dazzling star on the northern battlefield. It was like the heavy cavalry on the ancient battlefield. When it swept everything on the battlefield, it also gave people confidence.
As long as it appears on the battlefield, the enemy's defense will surely collapse, and the morale of the imperial soldiers will instantly rise.
It was common for a tank, an infantry company, or even the courage to launch an attack on a battalion of American troops.
"We'll soon be able to reach California and San Francisco."
"Haha, when we get to San Francisco, we must relax. Those white women have really fair skin..."
Zhou Kai, with half of his body exposed in the turret, listened to the words of the infantrymen, looked at their light coffee skin, and muttered to himself.
"A bunch of white guys..."
Suddenly, accompanied by a burst of fierce gunfire, two or three infantrymen who were chatting fell down.
"Attack, attack...guerrillas!"
While the infantrymen were shouting, they all lay down on the side of the mountain road and fired into the woods. As for Zhou Kai, he immediately got into the turret, closed the top cabin, and then looked out through the observation hole of the turret.
"Captain, how is it? Are there many people?"
Zhou Kai rotated the turret and pointed the muzzle of the gun in the direction where the gunshot came from and said.
"What's the point of it being more or less? For us, no matter how many people there are, they are just here to get killed..."
After all, they were protected by a layer of bulletproof steel plate outside. After noticing the muzzle flash from the ambusher on the hillside, Zhou Kai pulled the trigger.
Along with the rapid sound of machine gun fire, red and green light trails flashed across the air with dazzling brilliance.
But before he could finish firing a belt of ammunition, Zhou Kai fell headfirst into the turret with a loud thumping sound of steel plates.
Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene.
"What's going on here... Captain, Captain..."
When the driver saw a bullet hole nearly two centimeters long on the turret steel plate, his eyes widened with astonishment...
At this moment, he didn't even understand what was happening. There was only one thought left in his mind - the tank was pierced!
(End of this chapter)
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