Nanming Engineer

Chapter 128
Thoughtful, Wang Huan took the bird tong, looked at the wall of the tong, and asked Zubian: "Then, in your opinion, how is the color of this tongtong?"

Zu Bian said: "Look, my lord, all these birds are engraved with inscriptions, the year of manufacture, the name of the craftsman, and the name of the supervisor, which shows that no corners were cut during the construction, otherwise the craftsman would not dare to engrave his name on it. Looking at the appearance again, although this gun is old, it is not damaged. The wall of the gun is very thick and the inside is smooth. Moreover, during the fight with us, Niu Sicheng's bird guns fired so many guns, few of them exploded. It can be seen that this batch of birds is very reliable, and it is much better than the crudely made ones of the Bing Zhanju, so the general is sure that this is a relatively good bird, as long as it is used properly, it can be used for a long time."

Wang Huan was delighted to hear the sound, turned the bird system over and played with it, and asked, "Have you used it before?"

Zu Bian straightened his chest, and said proudly: "Sir, it's not that Zu Bian boasted, he was in the Liaodong Army..."

Wang Huan interrupted him, threw the bird to him, and shouted: "Okay! Come on, it's a mule or a horse, let's go for a walk outside."

Zu Bian's face remained unchanged, without any fear: "Okay, my lord, please take a look at the general's marksmanship."

The three of them walked out of the flower hall and came to the martial arts arena in the official office. On one side of the square, there were more than ten haystacks erected against the wall. They were originally archery targets, and they were perfect for testing guns at this moment.

A few people stepped forward, and Wang Huan called a handyman to bring a set of cupping can bags. The black powder in the cupping can, the propellant powder in one bag, and the round lead bullets in the other bag were all seized. Trophies of the army.

Zu Bian stopped when he was fifty steps away from the haystack, and began to load black powder into the barrel of the gun.

While loading, he explained as if he was talking to himself in embarrassment: "Hey, I haven't shot a bird for a long time. I'm raw. If I stand far away, I'm afraid I won't hit the target. Stand closer, hey."

Listening to his muttering, Wang Huan didn't understand what it meant at first, but after thinking about it, he realized that he was afraid that the lead bullets he fired would not even hit such a big haystack, and he would lose face in front of Wang Huan, so he first As a foreshadowing, he couldn't help but smiled and said: "What are you talking about, just hit it, and no one will blame you if you miss it."

Zu Bian giggled a few times, sped up his hands a little bit, moved swiftly, filled the gunpowder and lead bullets in a few strokes, pressed a few times with the cleaning rod, then filled the fire door, clamped the matchlock, and prepared it with handymen. The fire folds light the matchlock.

His expression became serious, without a trace of a smile on his face. He raised his hands flat and held up the bird harness steadily. He held the handle tightly with his right hand and the front of the harness with his left hand. He squinted one eye and looked at it with open eyes. Look towards the rear sight, line your sight with the rear sight and front sight, concentrate on it, hold your breath, and slowly press the trigger with your finger.

Standing aside, Wang Huan carefully watched Zu Bian's every movement, and silently calculated the time it took him to fill the set, from the time Zu Bian scooped the medicine from the cupping pot with a small bamboo tube to the time he completed a series of movements It took almost half a minute to pick up the bird system and prepare to launch.

"This is still the time spent in a safe and undisturbed environment. What you are facing is a haystack that does not move. If it is on the battlefield, the cavalry on the opposite side is surging, the horseshoes are shaking the sky, and the bird commander is facing a great deal. When the psychological pressure is high, the time spent may increase exponentially." Wang Huanxin said, and he had a clear understanding of the time required for the preparation of the bird system shooting.

"boom!"

Zu Bian pulled the trigger, and the bird's beak clamp with the matchlock slammed into the fire door on the bird's handle, sparks splashed and flew in all directions. Zu Bian had been prepared, his eyes were far away, At the same time as he pulled the trigger, he quickly tilted his face back and dodged away.

The birds shook together, a puff of blue smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun, a flash of fire flashed, and a buckshot shot out at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The ancestor's hand is very steady, and the bird's body does not shake too much. Compared with the rifles of later generations, the recoil of black powder and small bullets is almost negligible.

Fifty paces away, the haystack had obviously exploded a piece of grass ash. The haystack was a bundle of straw tied on a thick wooden stick, with a circle painted on it with red paint.

I don't know if it was due to luck, but the bullet not only hit the red heart, but also hit the thick wooden stick buried in the grass in the middle of the haystack. The haystack slowly fell to the ground.

The three of them were stunned, and they all forgot to speak at the same time, their mouths wide open and unable to make a sound.

Ma Xintian and Wang Huan were surprised. First, they were amazed that the burly man beside Zu looked at the big and thick mangzi, and he was so accurate when using the bird's gun. Second, they were surprised that the bird's gun was so sharp. Breaking a two-centimeter-thick wooden stick is a miracle.

Zu Bian was ecstatic. It was a blind cat hitting a dead mouse. With a casual aim, he was able to break a wooden stick fifty steps away. He was able to break it in front of Mr. Wang. He was so lucky.

The burly man was stunned for a while with his mouth wide open, then he immediately laughed out loud, and kept shouting: "My lord, my lord, did you see it? Did you see it? I hit it, hahaha. Back then, I was Liaodong!" The number one sharpshooter..."

He turned around and wanted to ask Wang Huan for credit while yelling, but he saw Wang Huan and Ma Xintian running past him like rabbits, and went to the haystack without looking back.

"That..." Zu Bian was so excited that he couldn't find anyone to share, and was very depressed, but he thought Wang Huan was in a hurry to confirm the target, so he hurriedly followed with Niao Tong on his shoulder.

Wang Huan came to the haystack, picked up half of the haystack on the ground, pulled apart the straw bundled on it, carefully looked at the cross section of the stick, and then looked for the wall one foot away behind the haystack. Finally, I bent down and searched for a long time on the ground, and picked up a lead piece from the ground.

The wooden stick was broken from the middle by lead bullets, and the projectile flew out after penetrating the wooden stick, hit the courtyard wall, and made a shallow crater.

Wang Huan looked back at the position where Zu Bian had just shot, and then looked at the white crater on the courtyard wall, and frowned.

"Ma Xintian, go get a set of rattan armor and a set of iron armor. Use the set of mountain armor for the iron armor. Remember there is Huohuanbu." Wang Huan ordered.

Ma Xintian agreed and hurried away.

Wang Huan twisted the deformed projectile in his hand, stared fixedly at the crater formed by the lead bullet, and said to himself, "I wonder if it can penetrate iron armor at this level?"

The sharpshooter Zu Bian standing aside was very embarrassed. His wonderful performance seemed to be ignored, and the rare shot seemed to be less important than the lead bullet in Mr. Wang's eyes. He didn't understand, and stood beside Wang Huan in a daze.

Wang Huan stared at the fence and the haystacks for a long time, thinking for a long time, until Ma Xintian came back with two handymen holding armor, he raised his head, and said to Zu Bian as if he suddenly remembered: "Okay, you played well."

The belated praise was a bit disappointing, but it was better than nothing, Zu Bian was about to be happy, but Wang Huan said: "Come on, let's fight again."

Zu Bian held Niao Tong tightly in his hand, and said with a smile: "It's fine to hit it a few times, and the end will just find the feeling of the past."

Wang Huan shouted to Ma Xintian: "Come on, put the armor on the haystack, let's see if the bird can penetrate the armored target."

(End of this chapter)