RBCT Chapter 328 Have You Ever Fired A Machine Gun Before?
Chapter 328 Have You Ever Fired A Machine Gun Before?
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A large pile of textbooks was placed on the small table in the corner, half a meter high. It had obviously been turned over countless times. The edges of the books were curled and blackened, and the covers were wrapped with transparent tape until they were shiny.
"There are various types of firearms textbooks, and the top five are textbooks on remote-controlled vehicle-mounted machine guns." Weng Lianggong introduced.
"Thank you!" Song He picked up a book and opened it. It contained a long discussion of theoretical knowledge and engineering drawings of gun parts.
"Although these teaching materials are old-fashioned, they are still secret and cannot be taken out of the shooting range according to regulations. If you really want to make an eighty-point gun, you can come often when you have time in the future." Weng Lianggong hesitated and said.
"I may not come here very often in the future. I will finish the eighty-point gun before tonight."
"How is it possible today?" Weng Lianggong said, "If you want to master these textbooks, it will take you a week or two no matter what!"
Song He smiled at him, stopped explaining, and lowered his head to read.
Weng Lianggong left helplessly without saying anything more.
Song He took a few capsules and scanned the textbook with bright eyes.
Electromagnetic solenoid firing, trigger connecting rod, gas hoop, piston barrel, piston tail adjuster...
Ejector, ejector rod, ejection hook, bolt deflection lock, offset lock, four-link lock...
Muzzle anti-bounce device, barrel lock key, one-way ammunition feeding, right-side ammunition feeding, folding front sight...
[Mathematics progress detected, raised from platinum level 46 to platinum level 47! 】
A reminder of mathematical progress actually appeared in front of me. Perhaps the system determined the structure of the gun to be a mathematical structure?
Song He was sweating on his forehead. The complexity of the gun was beyond imagination. Dozens of designs emerged for each part. Generations of gun designers worked hard to explore almost all the possibilities of the gun.
Many mechanical designs are genius, but it is impossible to splice all genius designs into one gun, because all designs are accompanied by trade-offs, and it is a process of repeated trade-offs to obtain the overall effect.
One morning passed and Song He finished reading all the books.
He silently picked up the pile of textbooks and put them back in the bookcase in the corner.
There was a public laptop on the table. He opened it, opened the gun parts drawing software, and clicked tentatively with the mouse.
A variety of parts appear by dragging the mouse. Song He concentrates on changing the size, and relies on mental calculations to continuously fine-tune. For parts with the same appearance, only different sizes, the actual effect will be very different!
"Working meal!" Weng Lianggong put a plastic lunch box on the table.
"Thank you!" Song He nodded.
Weng Lianggong put his face close to the computer, "Are you starting to do it now?"
"Give it a try." Song He said.
"No, look at the position you changed. First, it is easy for sand to enter, and second, it is easy to get stuck." Weng Lianggong pointed at the screen with a smile like a top student pointing out a bad student.
"I am an amateur after all." Song He also smiled, "When you first get started, low-level mistakes are inevitable."
"We will have the annual meeting of all employees at four o'clock in the afternoon, and it will last until eight or nine o'clock in the evening. If you want to have dinner, turn right when you go out and walk to the cafeteria at the end!" Weng Lianggong reminded, "The shooting range downstairs will be closed by then. If you want to shoot, , hurry up and fight before four o'clock."
"You have made outstanding contributions today. I will help you apply for credit points for the programs you changed."
"Don't force the structure of the firearm. Leave it to our professionals. You won't be able to master it in a while."
After speaking, Weng Lianggong patted Song He on the shoulder and turned to leave.
Song He opened his lunch box and ate. The food was delicious, but as he ate, his brows became more and more frowned.
He gnawed through a lot of theoretical textbooks and memorized the structural characteristics of various firearms, but he always felt that he was missing a little inspiration.
Where to find inspiration?
He turned his head, raised his ears, and listened to the bursts of shooting coming from the first floor, and his eyes suddenly lit up!
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First floor, light machine gun range.
The light machine gun range has only one shooting position, which is paved with green soft mats and a shooting platform for setting up machine guns.
The shooting instructor turned out to be a foreign girl with golden braids, light freckles on her face, chewing gum, and the top of her black combat uniform was open, with her proud curves hidden in the green vest.
"Lie down, spread your legs, and put the inside of your feet on the ground!"
The foreign girl stretched out her hand to pull Song He down on the cushion and patted his waist.
"You should listen carefully to what I'm going to say next, and give me a five-star rating when you leave later. My name is Brigitte. I have worked in the 11th Airborne Division of Gaul for several years. I specialize in machine guns. What do you want? gun?"
"Gaul soldier? Why did you come here to work?" Song He couldn't help but ask, "Let's buy any machine gun first. I want to try various types of machine guns."
"The salary is high. Don't worry, I don't have the ability to be a spy. I'm just a small consultant." Bridget took out a 95 from the gun box on the side and placed it on the shooting port. "You are an expert. You don't need me to teach you the structure of the gun." Alright?"
"No need." Song He quickly removed the drum drum, looked at it, and then reinstalled it quickly.
"Push your elbows outward." Brigitte knelt aside and stretched out his hand to break off his arm. "When it reaches the point where it cannot move, it will be stable."
"Understood." Song He adjusted his posture.
"Keep your body and the gun in a straight line." Brigitte suddenly patted him on the back and moved her palm along his butt and thigh. "If your body and the gun are not in a straight line, your shot will miss no matter what."
Song He moved his buttocks and legs to find a comfortable lying position.
During this period, Brigitte's hands kept squeezing him, reminding him to adjust his posture.
Song He's face was red, and he was a shy young man. It was the first time that a woman had manipulated him like this, but he didn't get angry easily. Maybe she was just helping to correct his muscle condition?
"Pay attention to your man's gadget. Find a suitable angle and place it so that it doesn't get rubbed by the recoil. In the army, male soldiers always dig a small hole in the ground in advance for target shooting while lying down." Brigitte said, patting his butt. Scientists’ seeds are precious, don’t damage them by shooting.”
"Bridget, you are a bit vulgar." Song He blushed.
The corner of Brigitte's mouth raised an imperceptible arc, and then disappeared quickly, with a serious look on her face.
"You should understand three points and one line. I will only teach you eight words: aim intentionally and fire unintentionally. Imagine the bullet shooting out in a straight line." Brigitte said.
"Understood!" Song He took aim seriously, "Take the target!"
"Let's hit the eighty-meter target first to get a feel for it. If you shoot from a prone position at this distance, as long as you have no mental deficiencies, you will definitely be able to hit the target." Brigitte put a pair of noise-canceling headphones on his head and pressed the remote control.
Three targets were instantly erected, dark human-shaped targets with rings!
Song He opened the safety bolt and pulled the trigger. The gun vibrated instantly, and with a loud and ear-piercing sound, the bullet hit the target!
The first drum only held five rounds of bullets, and they were all empty in the blink of an eye. This is a common practice for newcomers who are shooting for the first time. Only one or three or five rounds of bullets are left to prevent individual shooters from being overly nervous and losing control, pulling the trigger and shooting indiscriminately.
Brigitte handed over a new drum, and Song He took it. The heavy feel showed that it was filled with bullets.
Replace the drum, pull the trigger, and start firing in a hearty burst!
Song He had a strange premonition, as if he could actually calculate the trajectory of the bullet in his head and see the blurred trajectory in the air with his naked eyes.
He tried hard to make the end of the trajectory land on the target. After hitting the drum, a big hole was dug out in the middle of the target!
"You have talent, it would be a shame not to be a soldier!" Bridget looked slightly surprised.
Bridget pressed the remote control and turned on any target mode. The targets at both distance and distance rose and fell.
Song He said nothing, lying on the mat and playing continuously, constantly taking the drums handed to him and replacing them.
After every seven or eight drums, he pondered for a few seconds, patted the calf of Brigitte who was sitting next to him, and said, "Change the gun!"
Light machine guns of different models were brought in one after another, standard equipment of the troops of various countries, strange modified guns, experimental guns with labels, and even antique guns from World War I and II.
Song He kept shooting while recalling the internal structure of each gun.
Only the first drum or magazine of each gun has a high miss rate. Almost all the drums in the back hit the target, and they often make big holes in the middle of the target. Targets at various distances are quickly annihilated, and the shots are fast and accurate!
Bridget was a little dumbfounded, "Have you ever fired a machine gun before?"
"No, the big girl got on the sedan for the first time." Song He replied calmly.
The initial nervousness and excitement gradually subsided, and he looked as calm as an old machine gunner. His attention even left shooting, and his mind was filled with moving mechanical parts, arranged and combined back and forth.
There were more and more bullet casings on the ground, and Bridget was cleaning them up with a broom.
A glimmer of understanding gradually emerged.
Song He suddenly released the trigger, stood up tiredly and moved his shoulders, "No more fighting!"