There is a special shooting range in the Ordnance Bureau to test whether the bird guns are qualified, and the shooting range is an empty school field, and a low earthen wall is built on the edge of the school field.

The arquebus used by the Ming army, because it was a smoothbore gun, had a very low hit rate, and if you wanted to hit the enemy, you could only rely on a little.

Luck.

Therefore, it is necessary for many sergeants to fire arquebuses together to form a concentrated fire, and the number of lead bullets can only be effective in killing and injuring the enemy.

Therefore, the bird gun is not tested with a target, but with a low earthen wall, as long as the lead bullet can hit the earthen wall, it is qualified.

Zhu Shun came to the shooting range, and the first words he said immediately made the Wupin official's opinion of him change a lot.

This man is not a clown, he is a fool.

The corners of the Jiupin petty official's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but want to pull Zhu Shun away, don't be embarrassed here.

Zhu Shun held the rifled gun and said a very reasonable sentence: "Bring me a target." ”

The five-rank senior official sneered and glanced at the nine-rank junior officer, waved his hand, and asked a sergeant at the shooting range to bring an arrow target: "Today I want to see how sharpshooter Mr. is." ”

Jiupin petty officials have only heard of sharpshooters, and have never heard of sharpshooters, and it is estimated that after today, Zhu Shun will not only become a joke of the Ordnance Bureau, but even the word sharpshooter will become a derogatory term that mocks others.

When the sergeant brought an arrow target, Zhu Shun visually measured the distance, which was only two hundred meters, raised his foot and stepped back a hundred meters, standing at a distance of about three hundred meters.

When the Wupin official saw that Zhu Shun was standing three hundred steps away, he was in no mood to continue to laugh, what was he fighting with a fool.

The range of the bird gun is between 100 and 200 steps, and the longest range is said to be 200 steps, but shooting at this distance on a person's body is like a soybean gently smashing on the body, and it has no power.

The optimal range is a hundred paces, and only at this distance can you shoot through the enemy.

But in order to penetrate the armor of the Jurchens, the range had to be sharply reduced to fifty paces.

The distance of Zhu Shun's station is a full three hundred steps, let alone shooting at the arrow target, it is impossible to reach this distance.

Zhu Shun didn't care what the Wupin senior official thought, took out a lead bullet wrapped in linen, and hammered it into the bottom of the barrel with a small wooden hammer.

Pick up the rifled gun, pour a certain amount of gunpowder into the medicine room, aim at the target, and slowly adjust your breathing.

Opportunities are only reserved for those who are prepared, Zhu Shun doesn't know how many times he practiced for this day, just the action of a gun, he had to practice a hundred times every night.

After so many days, I practiced no less than 10,000 times, just to ensure the stability of my arms.

The test firing has also been tested more than 100 times, and the fixed-point shooting has been practiced very accurately.

Even so, in the face of a distance of 300 steps, I am only 10% sure in my heart.

Because I have reached 300 steps, I can basically not see the target clearly with an iron sight, so I can only hit it according to my feelings.

After twenty breaths, the trigger was pulled suddenly.

"Bang-"

After an explosion, a puff of smoke filled the muzzle of the rifled gun.

The five-rank senior official instantly froze in place, looking at the shaking target in amazement, and he didn't relax for a long time.

After a long time, the relief came, and the mouth began to murmur again: "How is it possible, how is it possible." ”

"That's three hundred paces, how can a bird shoot so far."

The junior official of Jiupin was also stunned to look at the shaking target, but there was a big laugh on his face: "Haha, Sun Yuanhua, I see if you can still laugh." ”

When Zhu Shun heard the name Sun Yuanhua, he was also stunned for a moment, this Sun Yuanhua was a scientific expert in the Ming Dynasty, and he could be said to be the first person in artillery.

He explored the ballistics of artillery, and in his book on firearms, he noted the relationship between the angle of fire and the range.

After Sun Yuanhua's death, artillery research in the Ming and Qing dynasties went back at least half a century.

Sun Yuanhua suddenly walked to Zhu Shun's side and snatched the rifled gun, but before Zhu Shun could react, he ran out of the shooting range with the rifled gun.

Zhu Shun can be said to have given a good face to the junior official of Jiupin this time, and the junior official of Jiupin, who felt that his face was shining, took out a penny of silver and stuffed it into Zhu Shun's hand.

The junior official of Jiupin patted Zhu Shun on the shoulder and gave Zhu Shun a holiday in advance: "Tomorrow will be the twentieth year, be happy today, you kid will go home early." ”

"You take this money, buy two bottles of good wine, and drink two glasses with Brother Zhu at home."

Zhu Shun's father was also a craftsman, but he was not a caster, but a potter in an official kiln.

Because both father and son are craftsmen, they don't need to guard two acres of land to eat from the sky, although the life is tight, but it is okay.

Zhu Shun's father was a sleek person, and in order to keep his son from being bullied by the old man in the Ordnance Bureau, he often bought some mountain goods such as pheasants and ducks and gave them to Jiupin petty officials.

After coming and going, the two became acquainted, and Zhu Shun's craftsmanship was good, so the junior officials of Jiupin regarded Zhu Shun as a descendant, and regarded Zhu Shun's father as a friend.

Zhu Shun was not polite, took it and said thank you, and left the Ordnance Bureau to go home.

Zhu Shun had just walked out of the city gate of Beiping with a pot of good wine, and Sun Yuanhua walked into a four-way mansion with the rifled gun, and walked all the way to the garden behind the mansion.

In a four-corner pavilion, an official in a red official uniform sits and is reading a book carefully.

If Zhu Shun were here, from the color of this official's official uniform and complement, he would definitely be able to see that this person was actually a central minister of up to three grades.

Sun Yuanhua walked over and called out to the teacher, and the identity of this person was revealed.

The master of the scientific community in the Ming Dynasty, Xu Guangqi.

Sun Yuanhua didn't say a few more words, he really didn't have time, and his face was excited to demonstrate the rifled gun according to Zhu Shun's method.

Xu Guangqi has been up and down in Huan Hai all his life, and he has experienced too many things, and he has long looked down on everything.

Half a month ago, news came out in the palace that the emperor intended to let Xu Guangqi enter the cabinet and serve as the second assistant to the cabinet.

That is the third person in the Ming Dynasty after the emperor and the first assistant of the cabinet, and if you stomp your feet, the whole world will be shaken.

Xu Guangqi, who is nearly seventy years old, is still indifferent to everything, but when he watched Sun Yuanhua demonstrate the rifled gun, the old face full of old age spots showed excitement that had not appeared for many years.

In Xu Guangqi's eyes, this ordinary bird gun is even more important than the second assistant of the cabinet.

Xu Guangqi took the rifled gun with both hands trembling a little, worthy of being the first master in the scientific community of the Ming Dynasty, and saw the key to the rifled gun at a glance: "Chuyang, your talent has surpassed that of a teacher." ”

"This bird gun will bring a great change to firearms and open a new era."

Sun Yuanhua, as the first person of the Ming artillery, knew very well what this bird gun meant, and with his upright character, he even had the terrible idea of taking the invention right of this bird gun as his own.

The thought of this magic obstacle really scared Sun Yuanhua himself, and he couldn't be blamed, the temptation of the rifled gun was too great.

After getting the teacher's affirmation, Sun Yuanhua wanted to take the rifled gun for himself more and more, struggled inwardly, and said with a wry smile: "Teacher, I didn't invent this." ”

"This is a young caster from Wang Gongchang, who invented this bird gun."

"Not you?" Xu Guangqi's unfazed old face showed a hint of surprise.

In addition to his own heir to the mantle, Xu Guangqi can't think of anyone else who can invent this kind of transformation of an era.

No matter who it was, Xu Guangqi's first thought was to meet this person: "Go, take the teacher to see this genius." ”