Chapter 38 is all northerners

However, these two muskets are aptly named, mainly using flames to scorch the enemy, and there is a big difference from the guns that fired projectiles in later generations. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The musket that could actually fire projectiles was postponed by about thirty years, that is, twenty years before the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty in history.

The birthplace is Shouchun, Anhui. The name is the assault rifle, which is also a more well-known firearm in later generations. It is still made of bamboo, and the inner is lit with gunpowder, which emits flames, and then the Ziyao emits a loud sound, which can be heard even from a mile away. It is a single musket that kills enemies directly, and has the three elements of a tube-fired firearm.

The first is to have a body tube, the second is to use gunpowder as a propulsion power, and the third is to have a projectile.

Because the assault rifle appeared on the battlefield against the Mongols, it was quickly mastered by the Mongols and made into bamboo firecrackers, and later the Yuan people began to use metal instead of bamboo as a barrel according to this shape, and made metal tubular firearms --- firearms.

Therefore, at the moment when Gong Nian Huai drew the mortar **, it would be pushed back for about a hundred years, and only then would there be firearms that used metal as the barrel of the gun.

As soon as Jiang Hai saw the round tube, he naturally associated it with the bamboo tube, which was due to the technical level of this era, rather than the ignorance and cold humor of the old man Jiang Hai.

The transition from the era of cold weapons to the era of hot weapons is not only about weapons, but also about people's thinking.

Thousands of years of cold weapons limited the thinking of the people of the Song Dynasty, which was a habit, and the most difficult to change was also a habit.

Even if they are all cold weapons, they are used to big guns, and then they have to play with big knives, it will take a while to get used to it, not to mention that they are two types of weapons with completely different natures. Suddenly, how did these Song people adapt to acceptance?

In fact, if you look at the history of firearms in the Song Dynasty, you can find that the so-called firearms of the Song people still adhere to the characteristics of the era of arson, which is a cold weapon, but the invention of gunpowder has made arson more convenient and violent.

Of course, this is related to the fact that the power of black powder is small, the ratio is not scientific, and it basically cannot produce an explosion, but it is also a continuation of cold weapon thinking, that is to say, the Song people have not yet realized the power of explosion.

However, the advent of a later generation with thermonuclear thinking is bound to accelerate the transformation of this era from cold weapons to hot weapons.

"This kind of firearm really can't be made of bamboo tubes, you see, this kind of projectile is huge, if you use bamboo tubes as the body, when the gunpowder pushes out the projectile, the bamboo tube will definitely fall apart." Meng Heng shook the piece of paper in his hand and explained to Jiang Hai, who was still ignorant.

Gong Nian Huai admired Meng Hui more and more, Meng Hui grabbed the drawings and looked at them non-stop, Gong Nian Huai thought that Meng Hui couldn't understand it, and he was making up for it.

Unexpectedly, he actually saw the characteristics of mortar firing, or rather, the characteristics of guns. Whether it is a gun barrel or a cannon barrel, it is essentially a container that bears pressure, and this container must be able to withstand the pressure of an instantaneous surge, otherwise there will be an explosion that is often said in later generations.

Hearing this, Wang Jian suddenly stood up and brought an empty porcelain jar over. First made a jump on the flat ground, and then stood on the porcelain jar and jumped hard.

There was a "horn click", and before the person left the porcelain jar, the porcelain jar let out a groan, and then it cracked, and Wang Jian's feet stepped on the fragments on the ground.

Meng Hui pointed to the fragments under Wang Jian's feet, "That's right." ”

"In this case, the range of 400 paces is not the farthest distance." Jiang Hai looked at the fragments on the ground, twisted his beard in his hand, and said thoughtfully.

"What Grandpa Jiang said is exactly that if the barrel of this cannon is strong enough, the gunpowder is powerful enough, and the range is 10,000 steps, it is also possible."

Gong Nian Huai accidentally ran the train again in his mouth.

"10,000 steps?" The three of them exclaimed in unison, and the three mouths were all in a European shape and whistled.

Even the heavy mortars of later generations had a maximum firing range of no more than 10,000 meters, and everything from gunpowder to barrel materials was beyond the reach of the Song Dynasty.

Gong Nian Huai has some longwang Shu, and he still has to sell cannons to these bigwigs. Of course not now, give them a thought. People's appetites are stretched, and people's desires cannot be satisfied.

"Hey, hey, the little nephew should be beaten, and he accidentally told the secret that he didn't pass on."

"Nian Huai," Jiang Hai called Nian Huai in his mouth, as he got up from his chair and walked towards Gong Nian Huai.

It's bad, the old man is crazy! It's the rhythm of hitting people.

Gong Yi Nianhuai held the ground with one hand, and his butt was lifted from the horse, the old man really wanted to do it, and he had to run quickly, and if he ran slowly, he would definitely fall into the clutches of the devil.

If Jiang Hai goes crazy, even if he kills you, it will be in vain, and the mentally ill will be exempt from criminal responsibility.

"Nian Huai," Jiang Hai bypassed Meng Heng, and was about to turn behind Gong Nian Huai.

Gong Nian Huai didn't dare to run now, and it was a shame that the situation was wrong. The two eyeballs didn't dare to be idle, they turned around, and their eyes were projected on Jiang Hai without pulling at all, but they had to glance at the other two bigwigs out of the corner of their eyes, so as to judge Jiang Hai's true mental state from their expressions.

The two bigwigs only looked slightly stunned, sat steadily in the chair, and did not help Gong Nian Huai, let alone stop Jiang Hai's move, it seems that Gong Nian Huai can only protect himself.

"Nian Huai, the little old man has given you a gift." Jiang Hai bypassed Gong Nian Huai, stood in front of Gong Nian Huai, said Shi Li, his body was not idle, his left hand held his right hand, and his upper body leaned forward slightly, and he was about to bend down.

"Whoa!" Gong Nian Huai was frightened, and Jiang Hai came over and grabbed his collar and carried it up like a chicken, which made Gong Nian Huai afraid.

This time he was really scared, not that Gong Nian Huai was afraid of losing his life, but in this way, it would be difficult to play happily in the future. This is a bit like the meaning of Liu Bei Baidi Cheng Tuo Gu Zhuge Liang, and he deserves to die of exhaustion.

Entrusted by people, loyal to people.

With a "bang", Gong Nian Huai stood up with a rolling belt, and Ma Zha was also taken down, straightened up with the handle, and stretched out his hands to support Jiang Hai's arms.

It's really tiring to be with these ancients, and if you're not careful, you'll be caught up in this way.

"Grandpa Jiang, you still have to go around the kid, if the kid is gone, who will make you this kind of mortar!"

Gong Nian Huai was crying, and if this Nima continued, he would become an outlier. Standing out from the flock is certainly infinitely beautiful, but the flock of chickens is not happy, even if they hold you for a while, but all the time thinking about how to knock down the cranes, and then step on countless pairs of phoenix claws. In the same way, if the crane is not dizzy, the most painful thing is the crane.

"Grandpa Jiang, you are a Song person, I am not someone else, you are a Han person, I am not a wet person, you are a descendant of Yan and Huang, I am not white and black, you want to expel the Tartars, I also want to drink the Yellow River, you want to seal the wolf Juxu, I also want to play penguins in the North Pole."

Shut your mouth, Gong Yi Nian Huai has never had such a good brain, and a few words rolled out of his mouth.

We have the difference between young and old, you were born early, but you can't use this to blackmail me, you want to show your loyalty, you can't use my freedom as a bargaining chip.

"Duh, stopped, what a mess. Listen, you kid, it's my personal behavior to give you a gift, and your Grandpa Jiang is also a northerner. Northerners, boy, do you understand? ”

Jiang Hai roared and shouted, and finally gave a salute to Gong Nian Huai. It's hard to refuse this ligong loses Nianhuai, and people say that he is a northerner.

And the northerners want to return to the north, there are two ways, one is for the small court of the Southern Song Dynasty to recover the north, and the other is to go to the north and surrender to the Jin.

The surrender of the Jin people certainly can't do it, at least not now. Because whether the Jin people can withstand the attack of the Mongols is still a matter of opinion. If you can't resist it, today it is a Jinren, and Ming'er may be a Mongolian. These three surnamed minions are not easy to be.

Relying on the imperial court to recover the north, the urine of the small court of the Southern Song Dynasty can burn high incense if it can hold a corner of the south of the Yangtze River.

But now it's different, if it's really like what Gong Nian Huai said, create a super artifact with a range of 10,000 steps, and fight the Jin country to drive Mongolia, not to mention that if you dig into the bag and take things, you will also be full of victory in hand. If the court doesn't play, he can do this with his loyal army.

Back in the north, burning some paper money for the ancestors is not a matter of spending the moon in the mirror, but a trivial matter within reach.

Jiang Haiyi took the lead, especially the sentence that love is a northerner, which alarmed Meng Heng and Wang Jian. Why? They're all northerners.

Meng Heng's ancestor was a native of Shanxi, followed Yue Wumu to the east and west, and later settled in Suizhou. It is estimated that where the ancestral grave is, Meng Heng probably doesn't know.

And Wang Jian is a northerner not long ago, and it will only be ten years since he returned to the south, and his hometown is not far from Zaoyang, and in the north, Dengzhou under the control of the Jin people.

The two also stood up and gave a salute to Gong Nian Huai, who had to bend over, absolutely ninety degrees. Fortunately, the two did not speak, but only gave a silent salute.

What is this, for a while the shadows of the trees in the yard swayed.

After sitting down again, Gong Yi Nianhuai rubbed his somewhat sour back and smiled, "The three big guys, the kid picture has also been drawn, and the three-bow and eight-bull crossbow operated by the three of them have also been explained." If there's nothing to do with the kid, hehe, this magic medicine still has to be stared at by the kid. ”

Jiang Hai looked at Meng Hui, "Puyu, today is the day of the competition between you and Nianhuai, why it was canceled, you didn't explain, but you asked the two of us to come, it won't be for me and Ruizhi to see Nianhuai's magic medicine." ”

Although Jiang Hai was not the general of the Loyal Shun Army, he was the elder of the Loyal Shun Army. When Meng Hui's father, Meng Zongzheng, founded the Zhongshun Army, Jiang Hai was Meng Zongzheng's assistant. And Wang Jian joined the Zhongshun Army at that time.

Jiang Hai is not only an elder in front of Meng Heng, but also a veteran figure in the army, so he will not scruple about talking to Meng Heng, he has this qualification and this confidence.

Gong Yi Nianhuai's eyes looked at Meng Hui, and he didn't understand why Meng Hui would hide from Jiang Hai Wang Jian about yesterday's gunpowder test.

Meng Heng picked up the drawings of the mortar and shook it, "It's all because of Nianhuai's gunpowder." Let's go, let's talk about it in my yard, this place is about to become Nianhuai's pharmaceutical workshop, and we won't bother them to do things. ”

"Nianhuai's gunpowder? Puyu, Nianhuai's gunpowder has been made? Jiang Hai stood up from his chair and looked at Meng Heng.

"I tried it yesterday, and the details will be presented to Puyu one by one, but it's just cheaper than the little one."

Jiang Hai and Wang Jian followed behind Meng Heng in confusion and walked outside the courtyard.

Of course, Gong Nian Huai had to send it off, and even Meng Zhijing and Zhang Yan, who were in the house, ran out and gave them away respectfully.