Artillery is not infantry. Artillery is a technical branch. It needs instruments to judge wind speed, etc., and then uses the wind speed to adjust the artillery accordingly, and only after prediction can it hit the target. Infantry does not need to consider so much, and it is not long-distance.
Under certain circumstances, just aim and pull the trigger to kill someone.
Zhou Weiguo in front of him was able to judge the wind speed without using instruments and even started to report the data in less than three seconds. The key is that his data was so accurate that it was amazing.
Jiang Yue has never seen such a person before, not even his own teacher has this ability. His hesitation just now was because he was thinking about the data and wind speed reported by Zhou Weiguo. With that estimate, the opponent was really the middle one to deal with.
tank.
He still believed in his heart that mortars could not hit tanks, but Zhou Weiguo's data and judgment forced him to come to assist.
"What do you mean? He can really be killed?" Wu Yong stretched out his finger in surprise and pointed at Zhou Weiguo not far away.
Jiang Yue shook his head slightly; "I don't know, but theoretically speaking, this is impossible." He looked forward again and lowered his head in thought. Zhou Weiguo added, "At least I think it's impossible."
Unable to get an answer, Wu Yong climbed up to Zhou Weiguo and saw him staring at the opponent's tank with a stern expression. He narrowed his eyes and looked at it expectantly and asked, "Can it really be destroyed?"
Zhou Weiguo didn't look at Wu Yong, but just nodded and once again estimated the opponent's speed and the amount of gunpowder to be loaded.
After confirming, the moment Zhou Weiguo turned his head and saw that it was Jiang Yue who was operating, he was stunned for a moment and then spoke: "Charge No. 4, prepare to launch."
Zhou Weiguo raised his hand slightly, and suddenly he slid his hand down and shouted, "Let go."
boom……
The cannon vibrated slightly.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, the tank in the middle exploded with a loud bang. The huge impact blew the tank turret away. The flames splashed everywhere and ignited the infantry who followed.
Several Japanese soldiers were burned to ashes and screamed and rolled on the ground.
What a god.
Wu Yong's eyes almost popped out of his head when he heard the cheers of the soldiers around him.
He didn't expect that Zhou Weiguo really... really used mortars to knock out the tank.
Zhou Weiguo got up and ran to Jiang Yue. He put his hands into his sleeves and hugged the hot barrel and ran away. Looking back, he saw Wu Yong still crawling there in a daze. He shouted: "Batalion Commander, run quickly, the Japanese artillery fire is coming."
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Once the artillery shells are fired, the Japanese army will soon retaliate, and this place will no longer be safe.
Boom boom boom...
As soon as they entered another place, before Zhou Weiguo could put down the mortar barrel, the place where he had just stopped was filled with dust from the shells.
Zhou Weiguo, who was oblivious to what was going on outside the window and was only focused on the enemy tanks, put down the barrel of the gun and climbed up a few steps to observe the movements of the Japanese tanks.
The moment the tank was knocked out, Jiang Yue felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He already had some doubts about whether what the book and the teacher told him was true or right.
Confused and shocked, he installed the artillery without any complaints.
"My God, Jiang Yue, your artillery company is such a waste. There is only one shell and two tanks." Wu Yong, who was standing by and resisting the shells, came over to open it, holding a shell and pointing at the empty box, shouting.
stand up.
Zhou Weiguo, who was observing, heard that there were not enough artillery shells. After hearing Jiang Yue say that he was going to get it from behind, he looked back at Jiang Yue who had already turned around and ran back; "Company commander, one artillery shell is enough."
What?
Wu Yong was so frightened that he almost dropped the cannonball in his hand. Jiang Yue stared at Zhou Weiguo with a horrified expression, like a monster.
The two of them had just one idea in their minds.
Is this guy a devil?
Killing a tank with a mortar was already an outrageous move, but Zhou Weiguo actually wanted to...
Actually want to challenge two.
This is completely beyond the theoretical tolerance range of the two people.
Of course Zhou Weiguo knew what their expressions wanted to express.
It is impossible for mortars to kill two of the opponent's tanks, or even to blow up one.
But this refers to thickly armored tanks, which are Japanese tanks that can be hit.
However, this requires one condition: the opponent's two tanks move forward side by side. Your current position is on the side of the tank.
Wait until the current speed of the two tanks is the same or stop. You only need to knock off the weak armored tracks of the first tank, and then the shells continue to hit the second tank to destroy it.
Besides, we didn’t have enough time to get the shells from the back, and the Japanese tanks were probably coming.
Zhou Weiguo talked about the possibility with saliva.
Jiang Yue looked at Zhou Weiguo with hot eyes, but Wu Yong was more confused because he didn't understand.
The passionate eyes faded little by little, and eventually turned into disappointment. Jiang Yue lowered his head and thought for a moment before turning around and running away, muttering: "I'd better go get the shells, this is impossible."
The mortar flies in a curve, not the tank gun in a straight line. If it hits the ground, it means it will land. Although the other tank of the opponent moves closer to cover the infantry behind it, there is a gap of two meters in the middle.
These two meters are the obstacles that mortars cannot pass through.
"Why did he run away?" Wu Yong reacted and asked, pointing to Jiang Yue who had run seven or eight meters away and came to Zhou Weiguo's side.
Zhou Weiguo bit his lower lip; "Because in his mind, artillery cannons cannot fire directly?"
All fools know that direct fire is not allowed, and the gun mount does not allow it. Although Wu Yong is not an artilleryman, he has never eaten pork and has seen pigs running. He understands that Jiang Yue is right, mortars cannot shoot flatly at all.
Zhou Weiguo glanced at the mortar next to him and stretched out his hand to knock the barrel; "Batalion Commander, what if I don't need the gun mount?"
ah……
No need for a gun mount?
Zhou Weiguo did not give Wu Yong more time to think about this issue. The troops in the front were being suppressed by fire from Japanese tanks, and the Japanese machine gunners behind him were also crawling on the ground to suppress the position.
There was no time for him to think about it. The speed of the tanks had been reduced again. It was probably to prevent bullets from penetrating the armor and accidentally killing the tank crew. And if the Japanese artillery covered them later and the opponent launched an attack and the tanks marched quickly, then
I really don't have any chance to get rid of.
The location is inappropriate. It is relatively on a high ground. If the shells are loaded, it will form an oblique shot. Zhou Weiguo looked around and found a bombed house thirty meters away. The bombed house had a broken eaves.
The wall is just enough to withstand the recoil of the mortar, and it does not affect your shooting.
He picked up the barrel of the cannon and bent forward to rush forward. Seeing this, Wu Yong could only helplessly hold the cannonball and follow Zhou Weiguo.
The wide field of vision made the Japanese soldiers think that there would be no enemies here, so no one noticed it.
This just allows him to deal with it calmly.
Zhou Weiguo placed the barrel beside him and quickly took off his upper body clothes.
As the cold wind blew, his cold white skin instantly became filled with goosebumps. He shivered and wrapped all his clothes around the barrel of the hand cannon. Then he flattened the barrel and pressed the bottom of the cannon against the hard red brick wall before starting.
Visually measure the speed of the opponent's tank and calculate the wind speed at the same time.
Finally, he determined the position, licked his lips, and hugged the barrel tightly again, looking at the dazed Wu Yong beside him; "Batalion Commander, help me."