Steel Soviet Union

What is a ricochet?

A ricochet is an incoming projectile that still has enough residual kinetic energy. Because the comprehensive defense angle combined with the tilt angle of the target armor and the angle of incidence is not good, the projectile cannot complete the penetration and normalization, so it deflects the ballistic trajectory and is ejected. This situation is described in military terms as a ricochet.

But the aftermath of the third shell's hit told Malashenko one thing in the most direct way: this was not a ricochet at all, but a pure failure to penetrate.

Whether it was the unpierced shallow pit left on the German Leopard's armor plate that was deeper but still could not reach the bottom, or the front-end deformed and blunted projectile that spiraled and fell to the ground.

These are not the powerful and heavy 122 armor-piercing projectiles that will ricochet against the fragile Cheetah armor plate. That armor that is as brittle as paper can absorb the projectile's velocity into kinetic energy at a very positive angle of incidence, leaving very little, and then fly the weak projectile aside with a force of four or two kilograms?

Don't be ridiculous, then the fucking starting point must be something that can only be achieved by the armor plate defense of the King Tiger body level.

All kinds of strange current situations silently told Malashenko a very serious problem: the thing in front of him was probably not the cheetah that was branded with "thin skin and big stuffing" in the traditional impression.

Even though the structure looks exactly the same and there seems to be no change in appearance, there is definitely something wrong with this defense and there is a big problem!

Armor-piercing projectiles without ricochet almost use up their remaining kinetic energy during the armor-piercing penetration process. When they are about to lose power and can no longer penetrate, they are deflected by the armor plate tilted at a large angle and are thrown away. , and finally fell to the ground weakly and became a scrap. This is the reasonable and correct analysis and judgment in Malashenko's eyes, and it is also Comrade Ma's final conclusion. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜

Malashenko was convinced that his eyes and analytical judgment would not be wrong. He believed in himself just like in the past. Then he moved towards the pair of loaders who had dropped the high-explosive projectiles and were about to push the cartridges to complete the final loading. Open your mouth and give an order.

"Stop reloading, reload! Load armor-piercing bullets, quick!"

Can you stop 122 armor-piercing bullets?

Well, that’s okay, but don’t be too happy too soon! You have to be able to block my 130 justice to be considered a hair-washer and body protector, and your ability is strong enough.

Except for the King Tiger, which is so thick that full-caliber armor-piercing bullets cannot penetrate the upper defense, and the Hunter Tiger, which is derived from its body and chassis, and cannot chew it, Malashenko has not encountered it so far. However, based on my knowledge as a time traveler, I can’t imagine that there are any German valuables that the IS7, a Red Navy 130 naval gun, cannot take down.

No matter what the reason is for that weird cheetah to be hard, or how hard it is, it can even swallow three 122 armor-piercing projectiles without any problem and still stand tall. Malashenko, who was indeed annoyed, has decided to take action to kill the German guy himself. It depends on whether the German guy is thick-skinned enough or I have enough firepower.

The benefits of the semi-automatic loader are fully demonstrated at this moment.

The unloaded high-explosive projectile was directly grabbed by the deputy loader Sergey with both hands and hugged him. He turned around and sent it to the upper projectile and ammunition rack at the end of the turret behind him, returning it to its original position as quickly as possible. Put it back again.

At the same time, the main loader Artyom was not idle either.

He turned around and immediately started working, but he just shook the hand wheel behind him to start a new round of projectile loading.

The storage of ammunition in the first ready-to-fire ammunition rack of Malashenko's IS7 command vehicle is very simple. The upper projectile ammunition rack on the main loader Artyom's side contains armor-piercing ammunition, and the deputy loader Sergey The upper projectile and ammunition racks on that side contained high-explosive bombs. As for the lower ammunition racks of the two people, there was no difference. The propellant cartridges of the same specifications were neatly stacked for use.

When it is necessary to load high-explosive projectiles, Sergey shakes the handwheel on his side, turns the upper ammunition conveyor belt to send the high-explosive projectiles to the conveyor belt, and then pushes it until the loading slide is ready. On the other hand, if armor-piercing projectiles are needed, Artyom will perform the same operation process. The two main and deputy loaders have a clear division of labor and perform their respective duties.

Through the unified specification of ammunition distribution in the left and right gears, the problem of how to quickly select ammunition for a semi-automatic loader is successfully solved. It is not complicated and can be easily executed quickly on the battlefield. The disadvantage is that the quantity of both types of ammunition is not large. Not counting the pre-loaded ammunition stored in the barrel, there are only three armor-piercing and high-explosive rounds in total, for a total of six rounds of pre-loaded ammunition stored in the machine.

There is nothing that can be done about it. The Red Navy's 130 mm caliber ammunition is so huge that even the IS7, a wide and long tortoise shell, can only accommodate 6 rounds of ammunition. The projectiles are stored in the machine, and the projectiles on the upper layer and the propellant cartridges on the lower layer must be placed separately.

Under Artyom's rapid and precise operation, the armor-piercing projectiles placed in the upper ammo rack on his side were quickly pushed down to the conveyor directly below as the handwheel was moved to drive the ammunition belt. On the ammunition belt, aim at the direction of the breech's bullet entry port and quickly move forward, just waiting to be loaded into the chamber.

As soon as the process of transmitting projectiles on Artyom's side was over, Sergey, who had already stuffed the high-explosive projectiles back into the upper ammunition rack on his side, was also working rapidly with his hands and feet.

It's the same fast action of shaking the hand wheel to drive the ammunition belt, but instead of transporting the upper projectiles, it transports the propellant cartridges of the same specifications in the lower ammunition rack.

This is the advantage of having uniform specifications for propellant cartridges. Whether it is loading high-explosive ammunition or armor-piercing ammunition, another loader with free hands can operate the lower ammunition belt on his side at the same time to load the lower ammunition belt. The propellant cartridges neatly stacked in the ammunition rack are sent to the conveyor belt immediately after the projectiles fall.

Instead of just standing there dumbly, watching the other good loader on the opposite side dying from exhaustion while he himself had nothing to do.

Almost immediately after Artyom's projectile delivery, the propellant cartridge was delivered to the ready loading position of the loading slide and was ready.

There is no need to talk nonsense anymore. The two loaders, who are just fierce men trying to grab time, once again gave up their plan to turn around, pick up the ejector rod, and complete the last loading process according to standard operations.

You take your left hand, I take my right hand, one on the left and one on the right, and two big hands press the bottom of the propellant barrel and shout at the same time.

"Walk!"

"Loading completed!"

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

After speaking in unison, two reports in one sound sounded almost at the same time.

"Fire and kill it!"

Malashenko, whose eyes were fixed on the target, roared, followed by Iushkin's calm response.

"Leave it to me!"

However, the Malashenko crew who interrupted the loading work in the middle and reloaded the armor-piercing projectile was ultimately a step too late.

The mysterious and unfathomable Cheetah on the opposite side finally roared and opened fire before the IS7 roared, taking the lead. The whistling armor-piercing projectiles rushed straight towards Malashenko's car.

Uh, my hand slipped and I got the chapter name wrong again. It’s an old habit. It doesn’t affect the content. Just read it normally.