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Chapter 371: The Ancients Not to Be Underestimated

Shen Hui, the arrogant guard, looked at Liu Dashao's "schadenfreude" Liu Dashao from the side, shook his head helplessly, and silently sighed that the ignorant are fearless.

Raised his hand and patted Liu Dashao's shoulder, Nunu's mouth: "Lord Liu, look over there." ”

Liu Dashao looked in the direction that Shen Hui was pointing, and the laughter came to an abrupt end, and the three phoenix feather arrows were neatly inserted on the ground, and the distance in the middle seemed to be measured with a ruler.

"it." Liu Dashao looked back at the distance between the arrow and the target, and there was a distance of more than twenty meters.

It was not that he was arrogant and did not hit the arrow target, but the arrow force penetrated the arrow target twenty meters and stuck it on the ground, looking back at the thickly wrapped arrow target, Liu Dashao looked at his body and shuddered.

If this kind of power is shot at someone who is not the slightest defenseless, it will definitely be rotten and piercing.

Every time he passed by an arrow target, Liu Dashao glanced at it gently, and there was no fuss anymore.

Isn't it just shooting through the target! What is there to make a fuss about, Young Master Ben has also seen Barrett blow up the car, cut, we are also people who have seen the world, okay.

said so, but Liu Dashao's solemn eyes could see that his heart was not so calm.

Slowly approaching the arrow target of three hundred paces, a group of people were complimenting and arrogant.

Liu Dashao squeezed in and saw the phoenix feather arrow firmly inserted on the arrow target, his heart trembled, and he could be shot with an arrow at a distance of more than 400 meters, is this still a person?

Liu Mingzhi suddenly remembered a famous Han general Li Guang in history, and once described Li Guang's poems as Pingming looking for white feathers, not in the stone ridge.

At this moment, Liu Dashao's confidence in making a troll is gone, and he can't help but admit that the lethality of the troll at close range is unmatched, but what is the range of the troll, and the hit of more than twenty steps basically depends on faith, but where is the range?

The firing range of the trolls, which is increased by ten times the amount of gunpowder, may not be able to reach more than 400 steps to hit the bull's-eye steadily, and this is still a way to injure the enemy by 800 and lose 1,000 by himself.

Ten times the gunpowder, not to mention whether it can be successful or not, the explosion is certain.

The iron pipe made in his hand is not a seamless steel pipe, and it cannot withstand the power of gunpowder explosion at all.

Zhang Mad clasped the handle of the knife and walked in front of Liu Dashao, looking at Liu Dashao with a pleased expression: "Boy, as long as the wear and tear of the arrow can be half of the power of the arrow made by thousands of hammers, you kid will be a monstrous credit." ”

"It's all for Your Majesty."

"Let's see how powerful the Eight Ox Crossbow is."

"General, please move."

The group hurried back to the shantytown, and walked towards the area where the carpenter made the eight-ox crossbow, and between them, three eight-ox crossbows, twice the size of the current bed crossbow, were placed there, and on the crossbow trough were placed crossbow arrows about two meters or so flashing with a cold cold light.

Gently slapping the eight bull crossbow that has just been created, the arrogance is like caressing the girl's skin, full of cherished feeling.

Liu Mingzhi looked at the three-bow bed crossbow placed without any abnormality, because he didn't know the specific appearance of the eight-bull crossbow, and he had browsed a lot of videos of some weapons masters in later generations imitating the eight-bull crossbow, but the imitation of the eight-bull crossbow could shoot dozens of meters at best, far from reaching the range of seven or eight hundred steps in the historical records.

What is the specific range of the eight-ox crossbow made by these craftsmen according to his prompts, he also has no bottom line in his heart.

"The current bed crossbow can shoot five hundred paces, right?"

"Back to the general, five hundred or even six hundred steps, it depends on the wear of the crossbow string."

"Five hundred steps to set the target, three arrows to fire at once."

"Order."

While someone went to place the arrow target, the soldiers here pushed the heavy eight-ox crossbow out of the shantytown to a place with a wider field of vision.

"Wind up."

A group of soldiers began to stir the winch on the eight-ox crossbow with great difficulty, and the sound of squeaking came from the eight-ox crossbow, and the sound of squeaking came from the eight-ox crossbow, and the people's teeth were sour.

Liu Dashao writhed even more uncomfortably.

"What's wrong, you're not confident?"

Zhang Mad looked at Liu Dashao, who was shaking his body, and asked curiously.

"No, it's just awkward to listen to the sound of the winding."

"It's good to get used to it, it's like this for all things that kill people."

"Targeting."

A group of craftsmen retreated from the Eight Ox Crossbow, and a group of soldiers in armor walked up to the Eight Ox Crossbow and made a few strange rulers and gestured with them.

"General, what are they doing?"

Liu Dashao looked at the strange behavior of more than a dozen soldiers and was a little confused, how did he feel so similar to the people who surveyed the construction site in later generations?

Zhang Madness glanced at Liu Dashao with disgust: "Of course it's to measure the distance and calibrate the target, you don't think that the bed crossbow is to put crossbow arrows and shoot at the enemy, right?" In that case, how can the bed crossbow kill the enemy general, I don't know how you drew the eight-bull crossbow blueprint? ”

Liu Dashao looked depressed and looked at his arrogance with disgust and almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood, who knew that you ancients were so awesome that you knew how to measure the distance and measure the target, he really thought that the bed crossbow was to shoot the enemy by faith, and when an arrow was shot, it was skewered into a barbecue.

I have to say that Liu Dashao, who was in the camp of Longwuwei in the past two days, completely opened his eyes, and it turned out that there was also black technology in ancient times.

"General, how do they measure distances?"

Zhang Mad pointed to the wooden stick in the hand of one of the soldiers: "There are twenty scales on that ruler, and one scale is fifty steps, how many steps you want to shoot out can be measured by the enemy's scale, which short ruler is adjusted angle, left and right are also measured according to the scale on the ruler, the smallest one is the scale value of the enemy's position, as long as the three are concentrated, ten crossbow arrows can basically shoot about five or six arrows, after all, the range of the bed crossbow is very deviatent, Not as easy to master as a bow and arrow. ”

The corners of Liu Dashao's mouth twitched and looked at the soldiers who were standing next to the bed crossbow from time to time, isn't this the same reason as the adjustment of artillery Zhuyuan in later generations?

The only difference is that the theory is not yet perfect, and no artillery is more sophisticated, but it already has a pretty good prototype.

Scratching his neck in a tangled way, Liu Dashao sighed: "Open your eyes, completely open your eyes, general, take the liberty of asking, how did they know these questions?" ”

Zhang Madness looked at Liu Dashao like an idiot: "The general will drink the horse, you kid won't be blindfolded!" "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic", "Heavenly Creations" and "Luban Secret Classics" all involve these issues about distance, otherwise what do you think most of Guozijian doctors do? ”

Forehead............ Liu Dashao was so arrogant that he was speechless, what could he do, he was also desperate.

At this time, Zhang Qi did not look like a general who fought on the battlefield at all, but talked eloquently like a mathematician in later generations, which made Liu Dashao like a serious elementary school student.

Liu Dashao wanted to grab the arrogant clothes and roar, are you a traverser or is this young master a traverser, do you know that you are so hung by your father? Does Hua Luogeng know?

The baby's heart is bitter, and the baby's lack of wanting to speak is the truest portrayal of Liu Dashao's heart at this time.

He could only hang his head sullenly and look at the soldiers who adjusted the Eight Bull Crossbow.

A moment later, a commanding man shouted, "General, it's time to fire." ”

Zhang nodded calmly: "Put." ”

The hammers in the hands of the three soldiers fell suddenly, and three sharp sounds of breaking the air were heard, and the crossbow arrows were fired away undetectably.

Between the moments, the sentinels in the distance sent a message in turn: "Two of the three arrows, the target of the arrow is broken into pieces, and the off-target crossbow arrow is lowered by one degree." ”

"Downward adjustment."

"Order."

After a moment of scramble: "Adjusted." ”

"Shoot the arrows."

The sound of breaking the air was heard again.

"Hit the bull's-eye, the target shattered."