Seeing that Zhao Guohua was angry, Cheng Chong hurriedly said: "Captain, what you said is right, this is my fault...... and then said to Zhang Sigui: "Brother Sigui, don't take what I said just now, just take it as a fart, even if my brother is joking with you...... Hey, hey, hey, hey......" As he spoke, Cheng Chong laughed to himself. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's okay, it's okay...... I knew that Brother Cheng was joking with me...... Hey, hey, hey, hey......" Zhang Sigui said, laughing too.

After laughing, Cheng Chong asked, "Captain, can I use the magic machine to shoot twice?" ”

"Yes, anyone who comes here today can try out the magic gun, each person is limited to two shots, of course, those who hit accurately can also be rewarded with two more shots." Zhao Guohua said with a smile.

"Ahh …… That's great...... Great......" The crowd cheered.

Everyone tried the Shenji Gun (that is, the Type 81 automatic rifle) one by one, and in the end, everyone tried a few people with good results and were rewarded with two shots.

After the fight, Zhao Guohua said solemnly: "Everyone must keep the matter of the magic machine gun secret, and you must not let people know about it at the moment, otherwise it will cause countless troubles, look at the way you like the god machine gun, I announce one thing, that is, whoever has good marksmanship and fast and accurate shots, who will be the first to be issued with the god machine gun, the number of god machine guns is not much, and after a month of assessment, the excellent ones will be assigned ......"

"Captain, look at me...... Cheng Chong said confidently.

Zhang Sigui said timidly: "Captain, I also want to be ......."

Sun Fu said arrogantly: "It's useless to talk nonsense, I'll see you at the shooting range in a month......"

"I must be the first batch of divine machine guns, otherwise I, the squadron leader, will have no face to be a ...... again" Zhang Shun looked at the Type 81 automatic rifle with feverish eyes, and said secretly in his heart.

A month later, in the small valley behind the village, the members of the first squadron of the spear stood guard around the village with spears in hand, and the people of the village and the chemical workshop sat on the uphill slope on both sides of the valley and watched the shooting competition on the shooting range with great interest, the villagers had never seen the target shooting competition, there was this opportunity, everyone was very happy, after dawn they ate early, everyone helped the old and the young to see the game, in order to thank the county government for the support of the security team, Zhao Guohua also invited the Song County Order and the cow master Wang to catch the head and a few catchers to watch the target competition, There were many spectators, and the security guards who participated in the game felt pressure, for fear that they would be laughed at.

After the preparations were completed, Zhao Guohua looked at the many people who were watching the game on the uphill, and then looked at the neat and tidy security guards who were ready to shoot the target, and he said loudly: "Now I announce that the Mingfeng Village Security Team Torch Shooting Competition will start now, and the team members will sign up for the competition......

"Zhang Shun, the leader of the squadron directly under him, is ready, please allow shooting." After Zhang Shun came out of the ranks, he raised his hand to Zhao Guohua, who was sitting in the first row of the shooting range, raised his hand and saluted.

In the middle of the first row sat Zhao Guohua of Song County and Wang Zhutou, the head of Master Niu, and on both sides were Sun Laohan and his eldest son Sun Fu, several team leaders and several catchers of the chemical workshop.

"Agreed!" Zhao Guohua said neatly.

Zhang Shun took a few steps back, turned around, took the gun, took aim, shot, and acted neatly, all together, with a "snap", the gun sounded and the target moved, and the sound of the target report on the side of the "Ninety-two Rings" came.

"Good! Good! Good! , worthy of the captain of our direct squadron. The team members cheered loudly.

After seeing the cheers of the security guards, Song County Ling and the others also knew that this Shun marksmanship was good, so Master Niu asked, "Brother Guohua, what does this ninety-two rings mean?" ”

Zhao Guohua patiently explained to them, it turned out that he used the later method of calculating the accuracy of shooting with rings, and the circles were drawn on the targets.

Listening to his explanation, Song County Ling said: "Being able to hit a small bowl of targets a hundred steps away, this Zhang Shun is indeed a good marksman, and Mingyuan is well trained." ”

"There's no other skill, just play more and practice more. Each soldier fired no less than thirty times a day. Zhao Guohua said modestly.

Master Niu said: "Brother Guohua, you have trained like this, but it has cost a lot. ”

"Yes, a quarter of the gunpowder I bought from the Nanjing Ordnance Bureau last time was used." Zhao Guohua said with a sigh.

At the end of the competition, the 80 musketeers who participated in the competition shot an average of five shots, and 20 of them shot more than 90 rings.

Song Xianling and others were sent away, and in the security team, a short and solemn gun awarding ceremony was held, and the twenty musketeers with excellent shooting results got the coveted magic gun, that is, the Type 81 automatic rifle.

"People are in the guns, people are dead and the guns are destroyed." The team members raised their hands and took the oath.

Looking at the appearance of the team members fondly touching the automatic rifle, Zhao Guohua knew that the new weapon must be combined with the new combat method in order to play his role, with more than 300 Type 81 automatic rifles, the strength is not enough, and there must be other equipment to cooperate with the operation, the cannon cannot be obtained for the time being, even if it can be obtained, it is not practical, there must be an explosive that can be carried around

"Explosives on board...... The explosives that you carry with you ......" Zhao Guohua muttered to himself, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "The explosives you carry with you, isn't that a grenade or grenade?" He excitedly went to the blacksmith.

Zhang Laowu is a famous blacksmith in Yongxin County, and his skills are good, and he was looking for a hand-cranked gunpowder polishing machine made by him last time, and now Zhao Guohua is naturally looking for him to cooperate.

"Captain Zhao, what is this for?" Zhang Lao Wu looked at the grenade shape in the shape of a wine bottle and asked puzzled.

Looking at him, Zhao Guohua said: "Master Zhang, you will know the purpose of this thing in the future, but I can't tell you now, this thing does not require good iron, but there need to be some grooves on the outer shell, do you think it will be done?" ”

"This thing is too simple, I don't know how much Captain Zhao needs to do?" Zhang Lao Wu asked confidently, and he said in his heart: "It's best to make two or three hundred, and each earn two cents, so that you can earn five or six hundred cents." ”

Listening to his question, Zhao Guohua said: "Master Zhang, you first make ten according to my requirements, and if you pass the test, I will make ten thousand." ”

"How much? Ten thousand...... Piece? Zhao ...... Captain Zhao, I'm ...... I heard you right......" Zhang Lao Wu asked with a surprised stammer.

With a faint smile, Zhao Guohua said: "Master Zhang, you heard it right, it is indeed 10,000!" ”

100,000 of these things, each earning two cents is two taels of silver, this is a year and a half of his work, Zhang Lao Wu bowed excitedly and said: "The villain will definitely satisfy Captain Zhao......"

Zhao Guohua said with a smile: "Master Zhao, don't be busy and happy, I want a huge amount, do you have so many materials and manpower in your shop?" ”

"This ...... Not really, but I'll figure it out. Zhang Lao Wu scratched his scalp and said embarrassedly.

Seeing his embarrassment, Zhao Guohua said: "Master Zhang, you first make ten samples according to my requirements, and after I pass the trial, I will pay you half of the payment in advance." That way you won't be embarrassed. ”

"Good! Good! Good! Zhang Lao Wu agreed repeatedly, and then summoned a few apprentices to start smelting iron.

Zhao Guohua waited patiently.

Finally, Zhang Laowu refined the iron, and under the guidance of Zhao Guohua, after several trial productions, he finally made ten samples according to his requirements. Zhao Guohua happily returned to Mingfeng Village, loaded gunpowder into the grenade according to different amounts, and finally found out the most appropriate ratio of the explosive power of the grenade and the amount of gunpowder after ten throwing tests.

One day later, he and Zhang Shun went to Zhang Lao Wu's blacksmith shop with three hundred taels of silver, handed over the silver to him, and said the delivery date, and then the two went back.

On this day, in the Yahoutang of Ji'an Mansion, the prefect Meng Liangchen and his wife Yang were talking, Meng Liangchen is a native of Linqing, Shandong, a second-class jinshi in the third year of the Apocalypse, fifty years old this year, with a slender figure, fair skin, light eyebrows and thin eyes, a long face, moody and invisible, under the chin is a neatly trimmed black goatee, and the red chest embroidered with Yun Yan's four-grade official uniform adds an invisible majesty to him.

The robes of civil and military officials in the Ming Dynasty were divided into three colors, and the color of the robes from the first to the fourth rank was crimson, that is, red.

Meng Liangchen has a son and a daughter under his knees, his son Meng Fei is twenty-five years old this year, he has been promoted, and now he is studying at his uncle's house in Beijing, and his daughter Meng Yujing is seventeen years old, and he has promised to marry Wang Hu, the third son of Wang Chengliang, who is a servant of the Ministry of Rites, and will only wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival next year.

"Daughter, you go to your grandfather's house to play this time, remember not to mess around with those cousins, you must know that you were born in the family of the eunuch, and you are a person from your mother-in-law's family, you must pay attention to everything you say and do, don't let people look down on us......" Yang instructed his daughter in Zhengyan.

Yang is 40 years old this year, born in a family of merchants, and has a small temperament and treats people harshly.

Meng Yujing smiled and said, "Mother, why do you say that about my cousins, why am I messing around, I just go out with them, shop around, and watch juggling...... It's like being at home all day long in the embroidery building, what else do I do at my grandfather's house......"

"You dead girl, you are a woman, not in the embroidery building, where do you want to go, is it difficult for your mother to open a shop, you go to guard?" Yang scolded with a smile.

Meng Yujing smiled mischievously and said: "Guard, guard, guard the shop, look at the people who come over, and listen to all kinds of shouting, it's better than being bored in the embroidery building...... Hee-hee-hee ......".

"Forget it, my mother won't tell you, I want to open a shop, and after you pass the door, let the son of Wang Shilang open it for you...... At that point, my mother won't be able to control you......" Yang quipped.

Meng Yujing blushed and said, "Oops...... Father, you don't care about your mother,...... You see how he talked about that man again...... Isn't it annoying......"

Seeing her mother and daughter arguing there, Meng Zhifu pulled the beard under his chin and smiled without speaking.

At this time, an officer with a helmet and armor walked in, knelt down on one leg in front of Governor Meng's mansion and said in a loud voice: "Report to your lordship, the soldiers escorting the young lady have been formed, please show me." ”

This officer was Qianhu Lu Dacheng of the Qianhu Office of Ji'an Prefecture, and was ordered to lead the army to protect Miss Meng across Jinggang Mountain. Lu Dacheng is now Chinese New Year's Eve five years old, with a stout body, a black face and a broad forehead, a big mouth hidden in a thick black beard, and a mouth full of big yellow teeth when he opens his mouth. The laughter was loud and loud, with the sound of an iron hammer. He inherited his father's position, passed on his ancestral martial arts, made a spear, and also had a few unique skills in his hands, known as Xiao Wei Chi. It was only a year ago that he was transferred from Huguang to Ji'an Province.