"We also know about things like this, and we're trying to figure out how to solve problems like this. We've made it as light as possible to reduce the weight of the guns. At the same time, the safety of the artillery is guaranteed, because only in this way can the problem guarantee our safety as much as possible. The Director said.

The difficulty of artillery is greater for technical reasons. Artillery barrels were made very thick. This meant that the weight of the gun could not be lowered further. Because reducing the weight means that the gun becomes unsafe. The purpose of reducing weight is to make the gun more maneuverable, which is very paradoxical. This requires a technical approach to solving such problems.

"What I want to know, though, is why the artillery is lightened so much. Your ideas are crazy. A cannon weighing 500 pounds. Did you know? Such artillery could only make small cannons. The Director said.

"Five hundred pounds, we all feel heavy." Li Hu said later.

"We want to have an artillery. It is completely lightweight, designed for infantry use, and can quickly keep up with the speed of cavalry. Such artillery. It's a bit more powerful. So, things might just get better. Because the object of the future battle is cavalry. And not the infantry, so, in such a situation, we hope to be able to get your support. Zhang Xian said to the director.

"Hmm. I understand. Leave this question to us to look into. We will certainly submit an artillery that will make you very happy. Such artillery would make your situation extremely favorable. The Director said.

"Thank you very much. Thank you very much. Zhang Xian and others said.

Luoyang, Beijing. Beigong.

"Your Majesty, are those officers classified as rebel officers?" Zhang Rang asked Emperor Han Ling in a low voice. His mind is very simple, that is, to squeeze out people like Huangfu Song. In this case, the threatening person would not exist, and his idea was simple and practical.

"Nope. No need. Emperor Han Ling stood on the platform and said.

"Let them do things with the IRA. The New Army in West Park also needs them to establish new troops. I still need people like that. Not all of them are betrayed by me. I'm still very generous. Right? Emperor Han Ling asked.

"Yes. Your Majesty. His Majesty's strength is unmatched. Zhang Rang thought so.

"Huh." Emperor Han Ling laughed. Zhang Rang didn't know why Emperor Han Ling thought like this. It's really hard to guess what the emperor was thinking. In fact, Emperor Han Ling was waiting for an opportunity. Because there are some problems with how firearms are used. Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty rebuilt the Xiyuan New Army, and there must be officers, but the Xiyuan New Army, a large number of officers of the Northern Army were captured on the battlefield. The officers who escaped are still in Youzhou. It is very difficult to reassemble, and the most important thing is how to use firearms. The IRA is clearly extremely experienced. They know how to use it, and if it goes on for a long time, the new army in Xiyuan will not be able to form combat effectiveness. The Republican Army could not be suppressed. This is what Emperor Han Ling is most worried about. So, for those officers. Emperor Han Ling is very generous, he just hopes. can quickly establish his new army in the West Garden, and only in this way can he restore his combat effectiveness. Fill a huge gap. Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty was still very concerned about military issues. Because it's for him. Very important.

"Zhang Changshi, what's going on with the artillery?" Emperor Han Ling asked. Emperor Ling of Han had already seen the musket and appreciated the power of the musket. Able to penetrate the general's armor. This is too lethal for officers and soldiers. In Huangfu Song. Zhu Jun's music is described. The power of artillery was further expanded. Expanded to an amazing enemy. Emperor Han Ling was very puzzled, many things needed to be understood in person to solve such a thing.

"Your Majesty. There are some tricks on the IRA side. They are willing to make an exchange, however, they also need some food. It is necessary to take the grain in exchange. Zhang Rang whispered. Actually, this is a small idea from Zhang Rang. In the Republican Army, the price of food was very high. You can get a lot of red tickets in exchange. Then take the red ticket to buy artillery. In this way, a spread can be formed. The profit margins are quite large. Unfortunately, the price of grain near Luoyang also began to rise, which offset some of their profits. It's for them. Not a good thing. Therefore, he hopes to get some low-cost food as much as possible. That's the original idea of grain for artillery.

"Grain?" Emperor Han Ling asked.

"Yes. Your Majesty. They need food, not copper money. Zhang Rang said.

"Isn't it just some food, give it to them, as long as they can get some cannons. Why not. That's it. What I want to see is a cannon. It's not piles of grain. Emperor Han Ling said angrily.

"This matter must be done quickly, quickly." Emperor Han Ling urged. Zhang Rang cautiously agreed. So. Zhang Rang is about to make a lot of money.

Flying Eagle Village. This is the second time the Red Turbans have attacked here.

"Oops. Red Turban Thief, here you go again. Grandpa prepared hot wine for you. Come and have a taste. It's still hot. One of the bandits shouted loudly on the narrow mountain road.

"Damn it. Isn't that bullying? The staff officers around Ma Heng scolded in annoyance. Their Red Turbans had never received such insults. The bandits peed right on top of them. This is a huge insult. Such an insult will make their case.

"Sir. These bandits. What the fuck. Let's them. The staff officer said excitedly.

"Little bandits. Artillery battalion. Give you five cardinal shells. Knock this bandit out for me. Don't come to see me without shells. Ma Heng ordered.

"Yes. Sir. The artillery battalion commander shouted excitedly. Soon the artillery was rolled out, and they fired almost on the shoulders of the infantry.

Flying Eagle Village. There are only two roads to the Flying Eagle Village. A trail in front of the mountain. The trail is steep. It's hard to walk. This is the path that the Red Turban Army is currently taking. It was difficult for the infantry to deploy, and it was difficult for the offensive to continue. This is the biggest reliance of Feiying Village, but unfortunately, this path is only more than a thousand steps. Such a distance is completely within the range of the artillery. If you advance to 800 paces, the shooting distance will be even more insane.

The other is the cliff behind the mountain. Rock climbing is definitely impossible. For such a unit as the Red Turban Army. The difficulty is still very large, and there is only one way. It's shelling with artillery.

Flying Eagle Village.

"Monkeys. You say, what are those big copper pipes of the Red Turban Army for? They all advanced to a distance of five hundred paces. this distance. Shouldn't we rush out and hit them? The pheasant asked.

"Damn it. Lao Tzu knew what they were going to do. But if they dare to come, we'll throw stones, and we killed a few of them last time. I didn't know how many unlucky guys the Red Turban Army was going to die this time. The monkey said. The bandits were still very jealous of the Red Turbans, because they knew that they were numerous. And they heard the news from Jizhou. The Red Turban Army defeated all the officers and soldiers. This made them even more jealous. It's just that they don't know why the big bosses are doing this. They don't understand.

"Boys. All pay attention. When the red scarf reached two hundred steps. All rush out to Lao Tzu. Fuck it. Fuck it. "The second boss is angry.

"Second master. Just wait. Boys, I'm going to grab a copper pipe for you and come back. One of the bandits shouted. They robbed a cannon last time, but they didn't know how to use it at all, and those ** bags. They thought it was black soil, but they poured out some of it, and some of it. They were thrown inside the warehouse. They had no idea it was **. They also don't know much about **, but fortunately, they don't have torches to light **. Otherwise, their situation will become even more dangerous.

In fact, Ma Heng also considers it from this point. If the troops were to be charged, the losses would be enormous. Ma Heng did not want to see his casualties too large. In such a situation, the best thing to do is to mobilize the artillery as close to the opponent as possible. Bombardment.

"Bang. Boom. Boom. "The twelve guns were adjusted and quickly began to bombard.

"Whoosh. Rumble. Rumble. "The huge impact blows up the other party everywhere at once. The most terrible thing is that there are limbs and pieces of flesh flying everywhere. These are all artillery shells emitted from hitting the bandits.

"Ahh Yes. Yes. The monkey shouted loudly. When the first wave of shells came in, the monkey stuck its head out to look. They had no idea that danger was coming. The pheasants too, they just stick out their heads, and the bold ones continue to insult the Red Turban Army with their bare butts. Outcome. They were tragic in an instant. When the shells came, they were beaten into a mess of rotten flesh at once. There was also a bandit whose head was smashed like a watermelon. **Hit and splashed everywhere. The monkey's face is full of **. So he kept shouting loudly, they had never seen such a murderous weapon before. This one broke them down.

"Ahh Yes. The monkey kept shouting loudly. The pheasant's pants were already soaking wet. He also had a foul smell on his body, incontinence. He's lost control. His face was extremely pale with fright. Like a dead man.

"Boom. Rumble. Rumble. "The shells kept bombarding the past. They could only use solid shells. But such solid shells were enough to cause them a lot of damage.

"Phew. Fucking bandits. Let you be arrogant. Fuck. "The staff officer took the telescope and observed.

"How's it going?" Ma Heng asked, looking at the map. The status of some of the bandits in the vicinity has been marked on the map. If you can, you can use these maps to solve such problems.

"Sir. The smoke was everywhere, and we couldn't see the impact point or what was going on. However, judging from the situation of flesh and blood flying at the beginning, the situation of the bandits must not be good. The staff officer said.

"Huh. Keep bombarding. Let's talk about hitting enough shells for five bases. Ma Heng said.

"Sir, isn't it a bit of a waste to do this? It was still quite difficult to transport these shells. Moreover, the wear and tear of the barrel is also very serious, which is extremely unfavorable to us, sir, we should give full consideration to such a thing. An artillery staff officer said worriedly. Others just watch the fun. But he was an artillery staff officer. It is natural to know exactly how big the impact of artillery will be. Once the barrel of the artillery is fired too much and is lost, this is not a good thing for the Red Turban Army. Staff officers have to think about such things.

"Alright. I know. Reduced to two ammunition bases. Okay, right? Ma Heng said.

"Sir. The barrel will not be able to withstand it. The barrel heats up quickly. Cooling is required. Half a base, half a base will do. The artillery staff officer said. The last time I played the kettle, the artillery staff officer was very distressed. Artillery is their child. They can't see the serious loss of their children.

"How many shells have you fired?" Ma Heng put down the charcoal in his hand and asked.

"Sir, it's more than half of the base." A staff officer reported.

"Then stop the bombardment. Cool down the barrel. Ma Heng said. The artillery barrel technology of this period was still very backward. The cannon heats up after ten shots, which requires the use of a quilt to get wet. Then draped over the artillery to dissipate heat.

"Yes. Sir. The staff officer agreed. The shelling then stopped.

The Flying Eagle Village has been reduced to ruins. The Red Turban soldiers could still hear the constant shouting from above. It seems that he has suffered a great intimidation.

"Surrender, stop fighting. We surrendered. Surrendered. Stop it. The cottage shouted.

"Get out of here. Fuck. You say surrender and you surrender. If you don't come down again, Lao Tzu will bombard you with a cannon. The Red Turban officer shouted loudly. In this way, the cottage of this bandit was beaten down. Just when the Red Turban Army took the cottage. Some of the surrounding bandits were also nervously paying attention to the situation here, and the rumbling cannons tugged at their heartstrings one after another. Their hearts seemed to be knocked out by the cannons. They were all wondering what kind of weapons the Red Turban Army had, and what they wanted to do with such a big business. Or rather. What kind of things are they going to do?

The news of the cannon is constantly spreading quietly, and the destructive power is huge. Loud noise, lethal. Let the bandits begin to have some fantastic ideas, they think that they may have met the most formidable opponent, and such an opponent. Is it war, or peace, or rather. What kind of tough measures should the Red Turban Army take? They need to think about things like this.