Inside the warehouse of Camp 27, a cannon about seven or eight meters long was attached to a turret covering an area of more than ten square meters. The middle section of the cannon was connected to a hydraulic tripod. At first glance, the cannon seemed to have "nothing else" other than the cannon barrel being long enough. However, that was not the case.
The long and narrow cannon barrel would not fire any physical projectiles. Instead, it fired a magnetic confinement plasma with a center temperature of tens of millions of degrees. After the plasma confined by the magnetic field hit the target, it would rely on its own heat to melt through the metal armor of the target. At the same time, the electric energy condensed in the plasma would be instantly released to destroy soft targets and electronic equipment in the armored unit.
In short, it was a large plasma cannon. It was similar to the Type-52 Particle Cannon of the Wanderer, but there were many differences in the details. However, whether it was the particle cannon or the plasma cannon, at medium and close range, they were worthy of being called "tank killers"!
Speaking of which, the completion of this large plasma cannon was all thanks to Lin Lin's research on antimatter technology. The magnetic confinement device used to wrap antimatter could also be used to wrap plasma. The researchers at Camp 27 used Lin Lin's research results to make further derivations and solved the problem of the delay after the magnetic confinement was separated from the device.
Once this problem was solved, the magnetic confinement wrapped in high-temperature plasma could be "fired" as a projectile!
After the researchers at Camp 27 explained the technical content to Jiang Chen, they immediately entered the weapon testing stage under Jiang Chen's order. Several staff loaded the cannon onto a truck and transported it to the shooting range.
Zou Rong, the research project leader, came to the shooting range and Jiang Chen stood behind a bulletproof glass.
Jiang Chen looked at the turret in the shooting range, knocked on the bulletproof glass, and asked Zou Rong.
"Why use black glass?"
"The projectiles fired by the cannon are quite dazzling. The use of black glass is mainly to protect your eyes," Zou Rong explained to Jiang Chen with a smile.
Weapon testing begin!
After receiving the order, a NAC soldier stepped forward, connected the wires behind the cannon to the tablet terminal, and skillfully set the shooting parameters. On the other side of the shooting range, in the open space about 800 meters away from the cannon, a 200mm thick A-type steel plate was raised.
With Zou Rong's order, the soldier standing ten meters behind the cannon immediately pressed the firing button.
Accompanied by a dazzling white light, the plasma cannon suddenly ejected the energy projectile constrained by the magnetic field. Even in the daytime, the bright white plasma was still so dazzling that it was difficult to look at.
Even in the daytime, the bright white plasma was still so dazzling that it was difficult to look at it directly. Without the shackles of the magnetic field, the restrained high-temperature plasma rushed out of the narrow space like a runaway horse and melted through the steel nearly 200mm thick without any suspense!
Behind the armor, a dazzling blue electric arc flashed, and spread like a spider web.
Standing behind the ink-colored glass, Jiang Jiang witnessed this amazing scene, and his eyes widened. His expression gradually changed from shock to excitement.
Noticing the expression on the general's face, Zou Rong smirked and said proudly.
"In the atmosphere, this kind of plasma projectile can only maintain a stable state for a short time, so the maximum range of this plasma cannon, tentatively named RK-1, is only 800 meters. However, as you can see, its damage to armored units is quite shocking. As long as it's hit, let alone a Wanderer, even a destroyer of the Pan-Asian Cooperation will be burned with a hole. "
Firing at a range of 800 meters, as long as it hit the body, it could turn the almost invulnerable Wanderer into a pile of scrap metal. On the plains, a distance of eight hundred meters might be a little difficult, but in the city, a distance of eight hundred meters was almost the norm.
Previously, Jiang Chen was skeptical about the idea of "technology that will change the direction of the war". However, when he saw the RK-1 plasma projectile melt through the 200mm steel armor without any suspense, he firmly believed in this at this moment.
"How much does it cost to produce this plasma cannon?" Jiang Chen looked at Zou Rong.
"Under the same production scale, the production cost of this RK-1 is about three times that of the Type-50 electromagnetic pulse cannon."
Jiang Chen nodded. The cost was within NAC's acceptable range. Generally speaking, the cost was also directly related to the difficulty of production. He didn't care how much money and materials he spent, but if he wanted the Second Army to equip this weapon in this war, he must complete the production in the shortest time possible.
Without any hesitation, Jiang Chen immediately found Wang Qin and ordered her to start organizing the production of the RK-1 weapon. At present, the industrial level of the Sixth Street had begun to take shape. The more critical parts such as high-energy capacitors, electromagnetic generating devices, and particle acceleration rails could be outsourced to private factories through orders.
In order to be able to carry the RK-1 plasma cannon, the engineers of Camp 27 also made some modifications to the Tiger II's hull. While weakening the thickness of the armor and increasing the engine output, the turret was redesigned.
Due to the difficulty of accelerating particles, the barrel of the RK-1 was designed to be very long. If the original turret design was followed, the barrel would be several meters away from the vehicle, and the center of gravity of the entire tank would be moved to the front.
The engineers of Camp 27 boldly canceled the turret design, or rather, sank the entire turret into the vehicle and designed the shape of a turretless tank destroyer. This design was obviously not in line with historical trends, but it was the most suitable design for the current situation of the Second Army.
Anyway, there was only one chance to fire. If the first shot didn't hit, there would be no chance to fire a second shot. Whether the particle cannon hit the front armor or the side armor, it was the same for a tank without an energy shield. Therefore, there was not much difference between having a turret and not having a turret.
This retro tank was named Longbow I. It was planned to produce 120 units, and it was expected that 20 would be sent to Wu City within 10 days to replace the Tiger II that was completely useless against the Wanderer.
However, in the eyes of most people, this plan was undoubtedly a bit whimsical. For example, Zhao Corporation, which contracted 70% of the production task of the plan.
Although they coveted the profits from the order of hundreds of tanks, Zhao Chenwu knew very well that it was almost an impossible task. On this wasteland, not all problems could be solved with "money".
On the way out of the Fishbone Base Community Center, Zhao Chenwu followed behind Jiang Chen and complained to him about the difficulty of the task, trying to persuade the "ambitious" General to reduce the number of orders.
"We don't have that many resources. If we want to complete all the orders, we need tens of thousands of tons of steel and aluminum, and countless chromium, nickel, and other rare earth metals. Even if we buy out the entire Sixth Street market, we can't make it- "
Squeak-!
Without any explanation, Jiang Chen pushed open the door of the Fishbone base warehouse. The incandescent lights on the ceiling lit up one after another and illuminated the entire warehouse.
Zhao Chenwu's unfinished words were stuck in his throat as he stared blankly into the warehouse.
Piles of ores were piled up into small hills in the warehouse. The reflected lights were so dazzling that it almost blinded his eyes. At this moment, he could no longer think about where the ores came from. He just wanted to pinch his arm to make sure he was not dreaming …
Jiang Chen turned around and looked at the confused Zhao Chenwu. He shrugged.
"You may need some trucks."
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