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Chapter 164

The muskets and bullets were solved in just nine days, King Wren and the temple priest were overjoyed and laughed.

The king no longer suffers from insomnia at night, and wakes up every day full of energy, walking with steps that his relatives do not recognize, occasionally stroking the buttocks under the group of maids, and the joy on his face can be seen even by the new carrier pigeons on the treetops.

The musket bullets were ready, and the remaining gunpowder was not difficult to make.

It is no secret that flintlock guns use black powder, because the smell of gunpowder smoke after burning black powder cannot be concealed, and astute mineral merchants have already sniffed out that the other party is using black powder.

Black powder is a combustible material made of saltpeter, charcoal, and sulfur, which is the base drug for fireworks.

This thing has not been reused because its power is too small.

In the past, a fire broke out in the house of a fireworks merchant, and the fire made by black powder raged in the residential area of ​​Wangcheng, burning dozens of houses.

The fire made the previous king furious, and once forbade the descendants of the orcs to make black powder, let alone research it.

Fortunately, after the death of the previous king, the prohibition was also forgotten. The new king broke the old king's various unreasonable prohibitions, encouraged inventions, and made the black powder fireworks reappear in the world.

There are experienced fireworks masters in Wangcheng. In less than an hour, the black gunpowder bag of finely ground powder has been transported into the barracks in Wangcheng.

Inside the barracks, Templars wearing silver plate armor stepped in, the cloaks behind them fluttered in the wind, rustling.

The king and the priests were surrounded in a circle, and the guards were all Templar knights who were at their peak, and their pupils had golden light.

Their martial strength is extraordinary, and their reflexes are extraordinary. When they swing an epee, they can cut a hideous hole in the plate armor. Even the royal plate armor can hardly block two blows. This shows how terrifying the awakened people are at the peak.

Ordinary enemy soldiers would kneel down and beg for mercy when they encountered a peak-level paladin, because those who didn't kneel down and surrender would die.

"Your Majesty the King, my lord priest, is today a test of a new weapon?"

The paladins all knelt down on one knee with frenzied faces, and only the general in the army was exempt from kneeling.

"Yes, the new weapon is a musket."

"Is it the weapon that Glick demonized, the musket?" A loud voice with extremely high decibels came from outside the barracks.

The two rows of knights stepped aside, and the Duke of Billy Mountain of the Lionheart Kingdom wore a black, white and gray robe with a cross neckline, pure black cashmere fabric, and a white lace collar that stood up high, covering the lion tribe's big throat and neck.

"The Duke of Billy Mountain came just in time to see my latest weapon." The king laughed.

"Good afternoon, Your Majesty Ren." After the Duke of Billy Hill arrived at the scene, he first smiled and greeted the king, and then greeted the priest, general and others.

The Duke of Billy Hill is the Duke whose family occupies over [-] mu of land, and his territory is known as a small duchy.

He learned that King Lionheart was researching a new type of musket, which was powerful enough to penetrate plate armor, so he immediately led his people to the royal city, and happened to arrive at the gun test site today.

"Is this what you call a flintlock?"

The Duke of Billy Mountain leaned forward curiously, watching the orcs put gunpowder and bullets into the gun barrel, compact the gunpowder with a long stick, and tie a thin and long hemp rope.

"Your Excellency, we call it an arquebus, because the research and development of the flintlock mechanism is difficult and time-consuming, and our Royal Blacksmith Shop will not study it for the time being." Bruce was rarely humbled, and blushed for this.

It's a shame that a simple flint ignition structure can't be developed.

In order to solve the problem of igniting gunpowder, craftsmen soaked hemp fiber in castor oil and twisted it into a rope afterwards, which has a good burning speed.

After the two Templars finished operating the arquebus, the Duke of Billy Hill retreated to the king and observed the test firing process of the arquebus from a distance of ten meters.

The gun barrel of the matchlock is imitated from the gun of Tomorrow Town, with a length of about 1.4 meters. The firing device and the wooden butt are about 1.6 centimeters long, and the total length is [-] meters.

The caliber of the gun barrel is about [-]mm. Why is the caliber so large? Because the precision of the hydraulic boring machine is not high enough, and it is the first time for the craftsmen to use the new tool of the hydraulic boring machine. It is already very impressive to be able to produce a round barrel.

After the steps of filling the gunpowder are completed, the lion man starts to light the matchlock, level the muzzle of the gun, and preview the target 70 meters ahead.

On the target was a piece of upper body plate armor with a helmet, which reflected silver light in the sun and was very shiny.

Hissing, the matchlock burns slowly.

The orcs' breathing slowed down, and they didn't dare to breathe out. They were all staring at the matchlock at the end of the musket, watching it burn slowly.

When everyone focused on the fire rope, it seemed as long as a century. It took a long time to wait until the fire rope was completely burned and the primer was ignited.

After the primer is ignited, the black powder in the barrel is immediately ignited.

With a bang, the black powder burned in the narrow barrel space, and the bullet burst out with violent energy.

A gust of fire-colored gunpowder smoke rushed out of the gun barrel, and the lion man with the gun was startled, apparently hearing the rapid sound of a gunshot for the first time.

After three seconds, everyone stared at the gun with no match, wondering: "Successful?"

"It seems to have succeeded. Was that a gunshot just now?" Craftsman Blue was not particularly sure, and deliberately poked Glick with his elbow.

Glick's ears moved slightly, and he nodded, "It's indeed a gunshot, but the sound is not as loud as a flintlock gun."

After finishing speaking, everyone showed joyful expressions. It seems that the musket was successfully made.

It's just that the lion man with the gun was still in a daze, and he said puzzled: "I didn't hear the sound of the plate armor being pierced just now, can anyone help me see if the bullet hit the plate armor?"

After he said this, the faces of the king, priests and other power classes who were in a good mood suddenly froze.

"Quick, go see if the bullet hits."

The lion man in the distance ran wildly in small steps, ran to the 70-meter target, and conducted a full-body inspection of the plate armor.

"The plate armor is intact!"

The blacksmith's heart skipped a beat when he heard this voice.

"Quick, try another shot."

The soldiers operating the muskets refilled the gunpowder again. Due to the second filling, there were more gunpowder residues in the ignition hole and the priming pot. In order to prevent accidents, the muskets had to spend a lot of time cleaning up the residue, and then poured the primer into the primer again. Pot, filled with gunpowder and projectiles, and tamped with cleaning rods.

After complicated operations, the matchlock gun slammed, and the lions heard the loud gunshot again, and the bullets flashed away again at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

It's just that the plate armor at the 70-meter target is still intact, as if laughing at the arquebus that the orcs spent nine days rushing to make.

The blacksmith's heart sank to the bottom, but he didn't give up yet.

"Try the ten-meter target first, from near to far." Bruce ordered.

The musketeer was sweating profusely, this musket was really troublesome to operate, and the third round of filling operation took another minute.

If it was a Templar knight, he would have rushed to the front on horseback and swept his spears, so he would not have given the enemy a chance to reload the gunpowder.

Fortunately, after the third shot, the arquebus bullet finally hit the target, leaving a black bullet mark on the plate armor. There was a crack in the penetration, but no hole was formed.

When the king and other senior officials saw the big hole, their ugly faces were finally relieved.

But the range is really a problem. If the range of the matchlock gun is only this distance, the meaning of making it is close to nothing.

Within an hour after the incident, after continuous shooting experiments, the Lions finally got the accuracy range of the musket.

The gun has a roughly accurate shooting range of 30 meters, and the hit rate within 30 meters is close to 80.00%. The shorter the distance, the easier it is to hit.

There is a high possibility of bullet deviation between 30 meters and 50 meters, and the hit rate is about 40.00%.

At 70 meters, it basically depends on the face, and only two hits were made in fifteen shots.

Not to mention 100 meters, the single-shot hit rate of this gun is pitifully low.

In addition, power is also a problem. The gun only makes black cracks with a [-]mm caliber, and the black powder formula needs to be continuously adjusted in the later stage.

Even so, the old king who has experienced blood and fire still wants to make guns.

If one gun misses, add hundreds of more guns.

Line up in a straight line and shoot neatly, and there will always be two or three hundred bullets hitting the enemy.

This is also the reason why Tomorrow Town buys iron and nitrate so much-there are too many guns and they can always shoot people.

(End of this chapter)