Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1789 1790 The speed is too slow

A group of soldiers carried magazines and ran to the quadruple anti-aircraft gun that was still spitting flames. The gunner was firing fiercely at the sky, and the tracer bullets fired from the muzzle were clearly visible even in the daytime.

Sandbags were piled around the anti-aircraft gun positions, and there were some ear holes for storing ammunition around the sides of the bunkers dug out of the sandbags.

Boxes of ammunition were stacked here, waiting for the loaders to use them. Now the ammunition in the ear holes had been emptied by a small half, but the vehicles for replenishing ammunition had not arrived yet.

Not far from the position here is a hidden barracks facility. That is where it needs to be defended, and there are thousands of soldiers resting in seclusion.

This quadruple anti-aircraft gun stood tall, its barrel pointing straight at the blue sky. In the sunlight, the gun reflected the unique luster of metal, looking particularly cold. The loaders were busy in a tense and orderly manner, holding the ammunition and installing the magazines in their hands on the gun that was firing continuously.

Theoretically, this anti-aircraft gun has a good rate of fire, but because it uses a magazine to feed ammunition, the actual rate of fire is lower than declared.

Even so, it was a rare and threatening weapon in the hands of the coalition forces. It had just been invented and had already become a star on the battlefield.

Some quadruple anti-aircraft guns were installed directly on the precious armored chassis to become self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, while others were deployed to the most important positions to be responsible for the air defense security of such positions.

Although this type of anti-aircraft gun still could not shoot down a large number of Tang army planes, it could at least scare away the enemy and protect a certain area from the wanton destruction of Tang army planes.

In the distant sky, a thunder attack aircraft of the Tang Empire shuttled like a ghost. Its figure appeared and disappeared among the clouds, and the dragon emblem on its wings flashed provocatively in the sun.

The allied soldiers on the battlefield looked up at the sky, watching the tracer bullets and the Thunder attack plane getting farther and farther away, and they were extremely anxious. They knew that their position had been exposed, and they would only be safe if they shot down this uninvited guest.

The muzzle of the quadruple anti-aircraft gun was spewing flames all the time, and a series of shells were whistling into the sky like angry fire dragons.

The explosions of anti-aircraft guns continued one after another, destroying the ears of all the gunners. Smoke was swirling around, and the battlefield was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

However, despite the fierce artillery fire, the damn Tang Empire's Thunder attack aircraft cleverly avoided these deadly shells. It had extraordinary maneuverability and could always make thrilling evasive moves at critical moments.

In other words, the other side seemed to be deliberately provoking, using their own skilled techniques to dodge the coalition's anti-aircraft artillery attacks. It was like playing with prey, which was annoying to watch.

The coalition gunners frowned, knowing that every shot was precious because they had limited ammunition and few opportunities.

As long as the other side gets tired of playing, it is very likely that their trouble will be solved: just one confrontation, a swooping attack aircraft will strafe once, and their place will instantly become a living hell.

Therefore, the gunner who was responsible for adjusting the direction was almost crying in anxiety. He shook the handle vigorously, trying to make his gun muzzle keep up with the Thunder attack aircraft that was coming and going like the wind.

The remaining people were also adjusting their gun positions and re-aiming as quickly as possible, trying to find a window to fire again.

But the Thunderbolt attack plane was always one step ahead, not giving the other side a chance to strike first. The tracer bullets that flew into the sky were thrown away one after another, at least hundreds of meters away from the tail of the Thunderbolt. Without motor assistance and computer control, it was not easy to hit a jet plane with pure manual control.

The shells fired by the anti-aircraft guns drew arcs in the air, trying to catch the trajectory of the plane. But the Tang army's lightning attack aircraft seemed to always be able to predict the trajectory of the shells. It performed a series of complex flying movements in the air, making the shells miss again and again.

"Ammunition! I need ammunition!" The gunner operating the artillery had used up all his ammunition and turned back to shout hysterically at the loaders who were on standby.

"Loading team, get in position!" Upon hearing the order, the loaders immediately responded loudly to their superiors and rushed to the anti-aircraft guns with magazines in their arms.

The empty magazines were removed, and the magazines filled with ammunition were inserted into the anti-aircraft guns. Under the soldiers' feet were still warm shells, each one shining golden, like a pile of treasures.

As time passed, the tension on the battlefield grew. The hearts of the soldiers from Sussex tightened with every artillery fire, and they were eager to see the moment when the enemy plane was shot down.

However, the reality was cruel. Despite the tremendous efforts of the gunners operating the artillery, the enemy planes still soared in the sky and were not shot down.

This battle became a test of the gunners' will and skills. They knew that every failure meant more danger. They had to be calmer and more precise to win this aerial battle. But they really couldn't do better. Their weapons... were outdated.

"We can't keep up with its speed!" a gunner complained angrily.

From his perspective, if the opponent suddenly changes direction, they will no longer be able to catch the opponent's lead time. The heavy artillery turns too slowly and has no motor assistance, which is really cumbersome.

"Shake it hard!" The anxious mood of the shooter in charge of aiming and firing could even be clearly heard from his tone.

"I was shaking it hard!" The gunner who was controlling the cannon's rotation argued for himself, gritting his teeth. He really wanted an auxiliary motor to allow the cannon to rotate at a faster speed.

Unfortunately, only the self-propelled artillery version has an electric motor. Their towed anti-aircraft guns deployed on the battlefield are rarely equipped with expensive motors.

An electric motor system doesn't cost much, but a generator set is not cheap. After all, having an oil-fired generator is roughly equivalent to having a vehicle engine.

Now that we have the engine, wouldn’t it be more cost-effective to produce a car directly? This is the constraint on industrial production capacity and the helpless choice on the production side.

After a round of bargaining, the soldiers on the front line could only use some not-so-effective weapons and equipment to fight the powerful enemy.

"Hurry! It's swooping down!" Amid the bustle and chaos, a loader saw the Thunder attack plane rushing over and shouted in despair.