The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

“Snap, snap, snap, snap~!”

The M16 rifle fires the standard 5.56X45 caliber NATO bullet.

It hit the bulletproof plate that had been glued on again, and it was exactly the same as when the Red Star Factory was doing live-fire shooting.

The bulletproof plate bounced high from the ground due to the penetrating force of the bullet, and finally reinserted into the soft soil.

White powder, angular fragments, and squeezed, deformed, and even broken bullets continuously splashed out from the hole in the shooting port.

The alloy steel plate, as the last place to bear the impact force, did not even deform. The thumb-thick alumina ceramic directly bore the full power of the small-caliber armor-piercing projectile and flattened onto a whole piece of ceramic. When the impact force spread to the back plate, it was even more dispersed.

I believe that those who are shot in the chest and abdomen while wearing this kind of bulletproof vest will feel uncomfortable due to the force of the impact, but at least their lives will not be in danger.

"Oh my god, the damn M16, the damn Colt, it jammed again. Why should we use such crappy guns to play hide-and-seek with those monkeys in the jungle~!"

The shooter pulled the bolt angrily, but the bullet in the chamber did not fly out of the ejection port. He pushed the manual ejector again, and the bullet went into the chamber as he wished.

But the previous pull of the trigger had unlocked the bolt, and the M16, in continuous firing mode, just made a "da da da, da da da" sound at the shooting point.

The shooter hurriedly pressed the gun line to the ground. The test site was in chaos. The observers, like rabbits, covered their heads and quickly lay on the ground. Their subconscious reaction was exactly the same as when they heard gunshots in the jungle.

Not until all the bullets were used up did the short magazine fall to the ground helplessly. The burly, grumpy old man with golden chest hair on his chest stared with wide eyes at the magazine release button that he had never pressed.

He slapped his forehead heavily with weakness, and threw the M16 in his hand, which was completely rotten due to the unfamiliar environment, directly to the ground. If there happened to be a big hammer nearby, I believe that this M16, which had just been produced for a short time, would have been broken into parts again.

"Look at this, it's terrible. This is a toy gun in our hands. No, it's not even as good as a toy. What on earth are the researchers at Colt thinking?"

"My California Sergeant, instead of worrying about the toy in your hand, you should worry about the target you just hit~!"

Seeing that the jammed gun had stopped moving, the hook-nosed officer picked up the bulletproof plate from the target position, patted the dirt off it, and threw it directly on the table in front of the observers.

There was a clear hole in the area where the bullet hit, which was so dark that one could fit one's little finger in it. The sergeant in charge of shooting did not forget to complain when he saw the hole.

"Look, if I'm using an AK rifle, I can definitely hit three rounds with those shots, I guarantee it~!"

"Principal Weiss, the armor was not penetrated~!"

Compared to the sergeant who hadn't noticed the key point, the people who came to watch were obviously much more cautious. The hooked nose stopped the grumpy boy from continuing to complain and perfectly displayed the front and back of the bulletproof plate.

The middle-aged man called the principal by the hook-nosed man blinked his light brown eyes, and his silver hair, which was clearly black and white, was a little messy.

"This is a photo secretly taken from the front by the operatives sent by Beibu Gulf~!"

That’s not all. In order to emphasize the seriousness, the hook-nosed officer took out a series of black-and-white photos. The soldiers in the photos were already wearing this special style of bulletproof vests.

"I think I know why you invited me here today. I did a good job, Colonel Wood. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that their equipment has even surpassed ours~!"

The wrinkles on his face became even deeper at this moment. Principal Weiss picked up the bulletproof plate, held it in his palm, and felt the weight himself. He could clearly feel that it was even lighter than the Army's standard M69 bulletproof vest.

As for the bulletproof effect, we have just intuitively felt that the M69 can only defend against ordinary fragments. If hit by the M16's armor-piercing bullet, the personnel will inevitably be seriously injured.

"Sir, although it is hard to accept, I still want to say that this is not the same as it was a dozen years ago. The jungle here can offset our firepower advantage to the greatest extent. However, whether it is the weapons of the soldiers or even the defensive equipment, we are lagging behind~!"

When shooting just now, the M16 with the ejection malfunction experienced all the design defects, including jamming, ejection port failure, bolt failure, and magazine catch failure. If it were a program running on a computer, it would be full of bugs. Colt must have written a pile of shitty code.

This is a common problem in the jungle. Soldiers often prefer to use captured AK assault rifles. As for the M16, which is much more expensive than the AK, it has become a fire stick in the soldiers' mouths.

When five magazines were fired, after continuous shooting, the ejection port began to backfire, burning the shooter's eyes, making it impossible to aim, and he could only shoot with the gun at his waist. When the seventh magazine was used continuously, the handguard made of composite material on the gun body would catch fire.
If there is one more magazine, just one more magazine, the barrel will heat up and deform, and the M16 in the hands of the soldiers will become a real "fire stick" and burn completely into a stick.

The data looks good, the barrel can withstand thousands of bullets, but that's just a game of words. During high-intensity combat, hundreds of rounds of continuous shooting will completely destroy it.

But in the jungle, it is difficult to find the enemy's position. We can only track the enemy's position through continuous tentative covering shooting. In this regard, we are not as good as the opponent's weapons. Now, not only are our weapons inferior, but even our defensive equipment is completely at a disadvantage.

In the same battlefield environment, if the opponent uses level 5 armor, your side can only use level 2 or even level 1 armor. If this battle is fought by manpower, the losses will be completely unbearable.

The terrible thing is that it is our side that is completely unable to bear it, not the other side. The balance of war is undoubtedly tilting towards the other side.

The California sergeant now understood everything. He looked at the hook-nosed colonel in astonishment, then looked at the bulletproof plate on the table. When he saw the scene in the photo, his whole mentality collapsed.

He grabbed his messy hair with both hands, stared at the M16 on the ground with a ferocious face, and kicked his partner far away with his cowhide boots.

"What about AK? AK bullets can't penetrate it?"

The principal's face looked much uglier. He felt that he had not gained any good news since coming here. Instead, he received disastrous news one after another.

"According to feedback from the operators, not only the AK, but also the M14 with the same caliber and larger charge can only penetrate with probability. If this continues, I'm afraid our soldiers' training manual will have to change~!"

"The soldiers have to give up a larger area of ​​their bodies and choose to deal with a smaller area of ​​their heads, or limbs~!"

The hook-nosed colonel spoke the cruelest words in a cold tone. No matter which choice was made, it was a violation of human rights. In their eyes, death had become a matter of course.

"That's what the LAPD (police rescuing hostages) would do. The goddess of fate can't always favor us~!"

Picking up the white crumbs that fell on the table, he rubbed them back and forth on his fingertips, feeling the stinging pain from his fingertips. Principal Weiss opened his amber eyes wide and looked at the hooked nose.

"What is this? What if we can make it? After all, they are just an agricultural country~!"

It's over. The Eagle Sauce is trying to cross the river by feeling the rabbit. If Li Feng were here and heard this, he would definitely shout like this.

"I'm sorry, President Weiss. I came here from Dr. Sean's laboratory. The most important thing here is ceramics. Yes, that's right, CHI... After high-temperature firing, the chemical properties have changed. It will take a long time for the doctor to get the original material~!"

It just so happened that what they lacked was time. A large number of personnel and supplies had been transported to the jungle thousands of miles away. They were racing against time.

"Why didn't I find it before~!"

The principal's face looked older and older. He picked up the broken bulletproof plate and slammed it hard on the table. Just as he said, the goddess of fate did not favor them.

Instead, the cunning god of death is waving his scythe, hiding in the dark, reaping the unfortunate souls.

"I'm afraid I'll have to ask the CIA in Virginia. They didn't provide this important information in time. But luckily, the manufacturer of the bulletproof vest is printed on it. I asked someone to translate it. It's Red Star 787 Factory, IN Beijing~!"

"Their capital?"

Looking at the font on the back of the bulletproof plate, the wrinkles on the principal's face seemed to finally relax a little, and the few extra white hairs that had just appeared seemed to look a little more energetic.

"Yes, my suggestion is that we can take action now. If possible, I would like to obtain this technology. Perhaps we can do better than them. You know, they don't have the idea of ​​patents~!"

Pulling the principal aside, the colonel with a hooked nose spoke in a much deeper voice: In the West, technology means wealth.

"The manufacturer of M69 is very interested in this technology. They are willing to give out % of the share in return. I think it is worth it for our brave boys~!"

Benefits are benefits, but foreigners who are good at disguise have to put on a fig leaf in this area and take advantage of this rare opportunity to gain considerable profits.

Making money from other people is not as easy as making money from your own people. Congress has always been very generous with these appropriations because they are mixed with the profits of countless people.

The principal blinked his amber eyes, and the haze in his heart seemed to be melted by the morning sun.

"For the sake of our brave boys, it seems we have to give those hyenas a good kick in the ass. It's time for them to get moving~!" (End of this chapter)