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“And the high explosive and hollow charge,” Linda probed further as she squinted, focused, into the gunsight again, “They’re both explosive?”
“The hollow charge has a metal sheet inside it, and a trigger that extends past into the nose. Zolldom, show her. See? That goes to an explosive charge inside, which blows up in a way that forces the metal sheet into a very-fast moving explosively formed projectile that has enough power behind it to pierce armor. All the explosive force is concentrated forward, instead of all around like a normal explosive charge.”
Linda nodded again. She might have put herself forward as a tomboy, but she was actually very technically minded, gifted in multiple ways. For some reason, she was hesitant to actually be that way a lot of the time- but she also never wore plunging necklines and bare-thighed skirts and stockings like she did now, save for when you were present.
“Tell me when you’re about to fire so I don’t go deaf,” you said, “Go for the hundred meter, start off easy. Not like you’ve shot this before.”
Linda scoffed and rolled her eyes, leaning back and giving you a pout. “Rein, I’ve shot guns plenty. One hundred meters is practically touching up in the air. I’m dialing in the five hundred.”
You raised an intrigued eyebrow. “Let’s see it then, freckles.”
“Ten seconds.” You stayed silent, hands over your ears, and lodged yourself half-in the tank. You’d be safe beside the turret, but it’d be really damn loud out here. “Firing!” Linda cried.
<span class="mu-s">BOOOOMMMH!!</span>
“Judge above,” you swore, tucking your head down as the blast wave washed over, a gust of wind blowing up powder snow all around. You hurriedly watched with your binoculars- expecting an explosion, but you saw the shape of the shell bounce off the top edge of the target hulk’s turret. As expected of the HCAT shell. A square hit was necessary for proper ignition, let alone penetration.
“Tch,” Linda grimaced with irritation, her eyes still set in the gun scope, “Barely missed it. I’ll nail it with the second shot.”
No doubt. Yet she glanced out of the scope at you, expecting comment.
>“Sorry, I wasn’t looking. I was staring down your shirt the whole time. Try again, I’ll watch this time.”
>Still an impressive shot, considering the weapon and her own experience. Lavish proper praise.
>Alright, she had her chance. Now she can budge over. You’ll show everybody how it’s done.
>Other?
