When Boss Wei heard Old Man Han's words, he couldn't react for a long time.

"Gatling?" "Machine guns?"

Old Man Han looked at Boss Wei with a smile and said, "The so-called machine gun is a rifle that uses a mechanism and can fire continuously. ”

Boss Wei was stunned and asked, "Can you fire continuously?" No need for a charge to load? ”

Old man Han nodded and said, "No, all the loading steps are done by machinery, and the soldier who shoots only needs to press the trigger to be able to shoot continuously." ”

Boss Wei blinked when he heard this, trying to think about what it would be like for a musket to shoot continuously.

However, Boss Wei still didn't come up with it in the end, after all, the Tiger Army had just entered the era of rear-loading guns for a few years, and Boss Wei was still familiar with the rate of fire of paper shell bullets every six or seven seconds. The metal cartridge rifle that had just been equipped with his hand, Boss Wei hadn't fully gotten used to it.

And when it came to Old Man Han, the rate of fire was no longer a few seconds of fire, but directly said "continuous shooting".

Old Man Han looked at Boss Wei's confused appearance and smiled. He no longer explained to Wei Laoduo, but took out a Fanjiazhuang brand cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Then he pulled out a box of matches from his pocket.

Seeing the box of matches, Boss Wei's eyes widened. The "Fanjiazhuang Daily" sent to the front line half a year ago publicized that the match had been successfully developed, and King Qi vigorously commended the chemical research group of Fanjiazhuang University. However, the newly invented match could not be mass-produced, and was only rationed to a small number of officers for trial.

Old man Han is the battalion commander, so he got this box of matches, which can be used to light cigarettes.

Old man Han picked up the match and swiped it on the matchbox, lit the match with a clatter, and then leaned over the cigarette holder and lit a cigarette on the flame.

This is the first time that Boss Wei has seen a match lit a fire, and at present, the soldiers of the Tiger Ben Army use fire sickles to make fire, which is very inconvenient. In the past, the grenades of the Tiger Army needed to be lit with an open flame, and at that time, in order to ignite the grenade at any time, the soldiers of the Tiger Army even needed to carry torches with them.

Fanjiazhuang's science and technology are advancing rapidly, and in the twenty-eighth year of Chongzhen, matches were finally produced. From then on, it became very easy to start a fire, and there was no need to keep it all the time.

After the old man finished lighting the cigarette, he shook his hand and extinguished the match and threw it on the dirt ground. However, when he turned his head to look at Boss Wei, he found that Boss Wei was staring at the match in his hand with wide eyes.

Old man Han couldn't help but smile.

He thought about it, threw the match to Boss Wei, and said with a smile: "This box of matches is for you to play with." ”

Boss Wei took the pack of matches in a panic and looked at it for a long time before putting it in his military uniform pocket.

He had just loaded the matches when the infantry fighting vehicles on the dirt ground were already moving.

Unlike steam tanks, which take a long time to warm up, infantry fighting vehicles with internal combustion engines take only a dozen seconds to start. The ten chariots in the front row shook the ground for a while, and then they turned the tracks with great force and slowly drove forward.

Infantry fighting vehicles drove faster than steam tanks, and after a while on dirt soil, they had a speed of more than a dozen kilometers per hour. After that, the tank drove faster and faster, and the speed was already close to twenty kilometers per hour.

The GIs surrounding the outskirts of the dirt let out a loud exclamation. The speed of this infantry fighting vehicle was so fast that it surpassed that of an ox-cart and a horse-drawn cart, to a level that only a machine could achieve.

Mounds of dirt, stones and the like in the dirt were defenseless in the face of heavy and hard tracks, crushed into powder without any suspense, easily crossed by infantry fighting vehicles.

Even a trench two or three meters wide, or even a mound one or two meters high, can be passed by infantry fighting vehicles. Tracked combat equipment is much more expensive to maintain than wheeled vehicles, but the adaptability is more than double or tripled.

For each obstacle crossed by the ten advancing chariots, the spectators on the periphery erupted in deafening admiration.

The tank completed complex maneuvers such as turning and reversing on dirt ground, and then stopped on the periphery of the target area.

The first to fire were the artillery on infantry fighting vehicles.

The artillery on the chariot was not a heavy gun, but a small six-pounder cannon. The artillery aimed at the trench fifty meters away and fired five pounds of small flowering shells into the trench.

Sparks flew from the trench opposite, and the scarecrow inside was blown to ashes.

Then came the Gatling gun.

Twenty meters away from the trench, the Gatling guns on the right side of the ten chariots were aimed at the scarecrow in the trench and spewed tongues of fire. Boss Wei raised his binoculars and saw bullets shoot out of the spinning Gatling barrel like a storm, one after the other pouring into the trench ahead.

The rotation speed of the machine gun was so fast that Boss Wei could no longer distinguish the rate of fire of the machine gun by the speed of the machine gun. His eyes widened as he stared at the empty shells that kept flying next to the machine gun, trying to calculate the rate of fire of the terrible weapon.

In the end, Boss Wei made it clear that there were at least 130 rounds a minute, more than two rounds per second.

Coming up with an unbelievable number, Boss Wei opened his mouth wide.

Seeing the terrifying rate of fire of the machine guns, there was a surprisingly quiet place on the dirt floor where 10,000 people had gathered. All the Tiger Army soldiers were stunned, and no one spoke for a while.

Boss Wei looked at Old Man Han.

Old man Han smiled, took off the cigarette on his mouth, and said, "Actually, the principle of this machine gun is very simple. ”

Ambassador Wei nodded vigorously, wanting to listen to the battalion commander's instructions.

Old man Han said: "This Gatling machine gun can actually be said to be ten rifles combined, and each rifle has its own independent shot and chamber. The 10 barrels share a single nourel and trigger, and as soon as the machine gunner in charge of rotating the machine gun rotates the barrel, the feed mechanism continuously installs the bullet into the barrel that rotates to the nozzle. ”

"As soon as the shooter presses the trigger, and when the barrel rotates to the firing position, a device consisting of complex mechanisms triggers the bolt in the barrel and fires the bullet in the barrel."

"Then the barrel continues to rotate, goes to the ejection port to eject the empty cartridge case, and continues to the next cycle."

Boss Wei was so confused when he heard it that he couldn't stop nodding.

"So, there are two men operating machine guns in an infantry fighting vehicle?"

"There are not enough people, three people, and one person is responsible for feeding the machine guns."

Boss Wei nodded.

On the dirt floor, ten infantry fighting vehicles finished their demonstrations and began to turn around and return to the docking area.

The onlookers finally reacted. With such equipment, there will be a qualitative leap in the combat effectiveness of the Tiger Army. The anxiety that permeated the hearts of the soldiers was alleviated a lot. They raised their arms in unison and let out a tsunami-like cheer.