Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

The firing of a tank gun is a spectacular sight.

When the roar sounded, the entire vehicle shook backward due to the recoil. At the same time, a ball of fire erupted from the muzzle, and a slender projectile flew out, shedding three fins, leaving only the thin penetrator, like an arrow. The muzzle flash continued to grow, and thick smoke rose upward, while the surrounding ground was filled with dust due to the muzzle blast.

Dala stretched and was about to stand up when the photographer's nervous voice rang out: "Not good, the wind direction suddenly changed, and the smoke from the muzzle just blocked the sofa."

"What? What did you say?" Dala's face turned ugly. "Do you know how much I sacrificed just now? My ears are about to be deafened, and you didn't get a good shot?"

"One more shot, I promise there won't be any problems," the photographer quickly said.

"Hmph, if you still can't get a good shot next time, you're fired. Don't be a reporter anymore!"

"Yes, yes!"

Under the tank, Sakshi was also waiting for the report from the target spotter.

"What, a miss? How is that possible?" Sakshi looked suspicious as he listened to the report. "Could it be because the ballistic characteristics have changed too much? That's not right!"

Increasing the length of the projectile and the amount of propellant would definitely cause changes in the trajectory, but now it's just a 500-meter target. You can aim directly and shoot without adding any lead. How could you miss at this time? It's simply weird.

"The monitoring result is that it deviated to the left and missed the target. It may be affected by crosswinds, or it may not have been aimed properly."

"It must be that it wasn't aimed properly! Fortunately, we made three sample rounds. Now, load the second sample round and continue testing."

"Yes."

The second sample round was loaded into the autoloader inside the turret. At the same time, the photographer adjusted the angle.

Everything was ready.

"Three, two, one, fire!"

At the moment of firing, the photographer's camera started continuous shooting mode, absolutely no more mistakes.

Boom!

The moment the huge explosion sounded, the photographer felt something was wrong. Was the blast wave a bit too strong? Wait, what was that?

His eyes moved away from the camera lens and looked forward, his face pale.

A huge fireball erupted from the middle of the tank gun barrel. The fireball quickly spread and grew larger. Outside the fireball, some black shadows could be seen flying around. It was impossible to tell whether they were fragments of the gun barrel or attachments from the turret and hull, but these flying objects were deadly!

The tank gun had exploded!

When the blast wave hit, the parasol on the turret sofa was blown away first. Then, the three people on the sofa didn't have time to react before they were hit by the terrible fragments and blown away by the surging blast wave. These people were sent flying through the air while screaming.

"Ah…"

The people on both sides of the turret were also affected in an instant. The blast wave blew them away, and the fragments hit their bodies. Some rolled on the ground screaming, while others fell to the ground motionless.

Within 20 meters around the tank, there was a scene of devastation.

At this time, running away was a dead end. After all, two legs could never outrun the blast wave and those fragments. At the moment of the explosion, only one person seemed to have a premonition and rolled to the ground in advance, rolling under the tank to use the tank body to block the fragments.

The hull could block the fragments, but it couldn't block the blast wave. He felt a tightness in his chest and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The photographer stared blankly at everything until a fragment flew over, shot into his head, broke open his skull, and stuck there. The impact of the fragment carried him backward. His hands were still holding the camera, and blood flowed onto it.

The blast wave and fragments continued to fly outward.

Everything within 100 meters of the center of the explosion was affected. Some people screamed, which was still lucky, at least they were still alive. Some people could no longer make any sound, they had gone to another world.

Snap! An arm fell off and landed on the rear of the tank, with a gold watch still on it.

Sakshi crawled out from under the tank, his face pale.

The gun exploded!

The high-pressure tank gun actually exploded!

His legs were trembling, and his body couldn't straighten up. The shouts around him and the smell of blood in the air made him nauseous. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked around, unable to believe it was true.

How could a test firing end like this?

Was it a problem with the shell or a problem with the gun?

A problem with the gun, it must be a problem with the gun. After all, it didn't explode the first time, but it exploded the second time, indicating that there was no problem with the shell! Sakshi gritted his teeth and decided to put the blame on the gun barrel. After all, so many people died, but he, the shell designer, survived. He didn't want to take responsibility.

Mirza smiled: "That's right, I'm free today and came here to take a look. By the way, I have good news to tell everyone."

"What good news?"

"The A San improved their armor-piercing shell, trying to get better armor-piercing ability, but during the test, it exploded, killing a dozen technicians and military officials on the spot, and injuring hundreds of people!" Mirza was very excited: "The T72 tanks they used are just rubbish, they can't be compared with the Type 85 tanks produced in the East at all!"

Fahata was also very happy: "Is that so? It seems that we don't need to fight, they can eliminate themselves!"

Everyone laughed easily.

"May I ask, how did they improve the armor-piercing shell?" Qin Yang's voice sounded.

"It is said that they lengthened the penetrator, using tungsten alloy with liquid phase sintering technology, and also changed to a saddle-shaped sabot. It sounds very advanced, but with A San's technology, it is impossible to develop it successfully. They are just wishful thinking, they can even use two sections of shells!"

Fahata also smiled, but then suddenly thought of something, and the expression on his face became ugly.

These improvement plans, weren't they what President Qin said at his home on the first night?