Chapter 108: Might

In this way, Tan Craftsman takes great care of Xiaochun. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Meng Zhijing nodded frequently, he may not be unfamiliar with such a scene.

"Strictly, you still remind them to be careful." Gong Nian Huai knows that once a person has decided on something, it is difficult to change it.

"Yes. Hey~~ Tan Craftsman, hide in the shield, Xiaochun, remember what I said. Yan Shi put his hands on his mouth, formed a flare, and shouted at Tan Hong and Wang Xiaochun. Don't say it, the tight lung capacity is quite sufficient, and the middle qi is also sufficient, and the sound in the ear vibrates the eardrum and makes a buzzing sound.

Tan Gongtou turned around and waved his hand to this side, pointed to Wang Xiaochun on the side of the bamboo tube, and then shook his head.

"This Tan Hong is screwed home. Sir, don't worry about him, he is an ironmaker, he is harder than iron, and the bamboo tube will not hurt him in the slightest. "Strict and straight.

If there is such an old man in any unit, it will give the leader a headache, and if he says lightly, he pees with his hands behind his back, and he doesn't put you on it, and if he says it is heavy, the table will be lifted for you, and he will be charged with the moral crime of disrespecting the elderly.

"I hope Craftsman Tan is smarter." Gong Nian Huai smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Alert? If he wants to be clever, he won't be kicked from Jiangling Mansion to Zaoyang. Hum! As soon as Yan Shi's words came out, thinking that there was still Meng Zhijing beside him, the breath in his nostrils pumped back again.

"Hehe, Yan Zuotou, if you look back in the past few years, it is your blessing to have someone like Tan Jiangtou by your side." Meng Zhijing smiled, and there were some flowers and branches trembling.

"Hehe, Meng Gongzi's words are provincial. Yuan Zhi was taught. Yan Shi casually arched his hand towards Meng Zhijing, put his hands behind his back, and stood by the door looking out.

At the corner of the house, some people were hiding their bodies and poking their heads into the dirt pit, while others were standing far away on the west side of the road and looking this way. Everyone looked relaxed, and did not think that there was danger, but just out of strict demand, not to move forward but to obey orders.

"Koharu lit the fire." Meng Zhijing poked his head out of the door and reported the new situation.

"Brother Meng, don't block the door, let me go." Gong Yi Nianhuai's body pressed against Meng Zhijing's back, grabbed Meng Zhijing's shoulders, and tried to poke his head out.

Yan Shi can no longer press himself on Gong Nian Huai, and he can't press Mr. Xiao under him, if he is like a frog, jumping on the high ground to see, it is not wise to fight against the earth's gravity, so Yan Shi had to run to the window and look out through the crack in the window.

"Koharu hurry up and throw it in, don't wait. Hey, this kid, I really don't know how the dead word is written. Meng Zhijing clenched his fists and worked hard for Wang Xiaochun, and his mouth was like a broken bean.

"Cast quickly, quickly."

"Ahh Throw yourself in, and hide behind the shield. Hey, this Tan craftsman, don't get in the way of Xiaochun, get out of the way, what's the trouble. Nian Huai, you come down and crush me to death. ”

"Ring, ring." Meng Zhijing's explanation is more slippery than Song Shixiong's.

"Ahh It's going to ring. Why is it still not ringing? Urgent. Meng Zhijing hugged his fists, gritted his teeth, and chose people to devour.

"Woo~!"

There was a loud bang, smoke filled the air, and sand and rocks flew away.

The entire courtyard fell silent for an instant, and then the rain hit the banana and there was a crackling sound.

"Nianhuai, it's blown up! Look, it's blown up. Meng Zhijing woke up like a dream, stood up, and shook off the Gong Nian Huai on his back.

"Squeak, squeak." Meng Zhijing pushed the door open, I don't know how much strength he had, and then he wanted to come out, and then he had to push it flat with both hands and resist the door that popped back, otherwise he would have to be hit by the door that popped back.

Gong Nian Huai rushed out of the door, and the earth kept falling from the sky, damn it, it shouldn't be blown up, oh Brother Bajie is here.

There is only one thought in Gong Nianhuai's heart, it's broken.

Yan Shi behind him staggered out of the house, and when he looked at the scene in front of him, he screamed~~ with a scream, his arms swinged, his legs were upside down, and the whole person was like a sharp arrow off the string, rolling away.

The people in the courtyard, whether near or far, were stunned for a moment, and then they all gathered towards the dirt pit. The pit is like a whirlpool, whirling everything around it into the center of the whirlpool.

Gong Nian Huai shook his two long legs and rushed to the edge of the pit in an instant. First looked at the two large oars and shields standing side by side, fortunately, the oars and shields were stained with some soil, and there were many wooden strips inserted on them, which should be bamboo pieces that flew out after the bamboo tube exploded.

Gong Nian Huai glanced at the soil pit, the soil pit was really a pit, and it looked bigger than before. The soil is turned outwards in the shape of a funnel. Not far away lay a piece of bamboo tube, the front end of the bamboo tube has become broom-shaped, and the front end of the iron sheet on the bamboo tube is rolled and twisted, and the shape is very painful

"Tan Craftsman, Koharu?" Gong Nian Huai approached the shield and called softly.

"Nian Huai, they're all fine, they're not hurt, they're just a little stupid." Meng Zhijing turned out from the shield.

"Oh---" Gong Nian Huai let out a long breath, grandma's, as long as the people behind the shield are not injured, the others should be fine.

"Don't call them out yet." Gong Nian Huai snorted, "This is not the time to talk about warmth, let them look at the dirt pit in front of them as soon as possible, it will be better, and the panic accumulated in their hearts will be released as soon as possible, and the physical and mental damage to them will be reduced." ”

Gong Nian Huai glanced at Meng Zhijing again. To be able to suppress curiosity and not watch the pit be blown up first, but to run to the shield to see if these people are injured first, this people-oriented concept alone is not something that ordinary people can do.

After Confucius's stable caught fire, Confucius first asked if there was any injury, rather than caring if the horse was injured.

In fact, this explosion is too small for Gong Nian Huai.

But it's not the same for the Song people. It's not that the explosion is powerful or loud, but this level of explosion and sound is something that the Song people have never imagined.

It's not so much horror as shock. It goes beyond the limits of their cognition and subverts their understanding of gunpowder.

Just like Wang Xiaochun, the only reason why he could think of using bamboo barrels to make cannon barrels is because in the vision of the Song people, gunpowder is an accelerant, not an explosive.

In the thinking of Gong Nian Huai, gunpowder is used for blasting, not for combustion.

Therefore, there was a discrepancy between the two understandings of gunpowder from the beginning.

From the very beginning, it was destined to be a cat-dog conversation.

"Lost son!" Wang Gui walked out from behind the shield, and the other two people who supported the shield with him held the shield, looking at the pit in front of him with a little distraction.

Wang Gui was also one of the three people who had seen Gongyi Nianhuai brand gunpowder, but at that time, the jar containing gunpowder was buried in the soil, five or six zhang away, and there was a dirt slope in the middle.

Now it's different, although the bamboo tube is also buried in the soil, but half of it is exposed, and the exposed half is originally for the purpose of deriving the power of gunpowder, the energy is more concentrated, and the direction is clearer, so from the perspective of the shock effect of the explosion, it is far better than the last time.

What's more, Wang Gui was too close to the blasting point this time, almost on the side, just one meter away.

Even if the same explosion effect, one is ten meters away and the other is close to the ear, which one is more shocking? Go without saying.

"Brother Wang, your legs?" Gong Nian Huai saw that Wang Gui's legs were a little shaking, thinking that he was injured.

"Hehe, Gonggong, don't call it that, the old cold leg is wrong."

"Wang Gui, Wang Gui, where are Xiaochun and Lao Tan?" Yan Shi gasped and rushed over.

"I can't die yet." Tan Hong held the shield with one hand, poked his head out, and waved his hand at Yan Shi, "Yan Shi, you are busy with the Gongshi, I'm tired, sit down for a while, ah!" Don't blame the loser, oh, Koharu is fine. ”

"Yan Zuotou, I'm fine." Wang Xiaochun walked out from behind the shield, his face a little pale.

"Are you alright?" Yan Shi stepped forward and patted Wang Xiaochun's body, and looked up and down a few times.

"Yan Zuotou, I'm really fine, let's take a look at the assault rifle." Wang Xiaochun cares more about his assault rifle than anyone else, and after this toss, the assault rifle has become a burning stick.

Someone had already picked up the assault rifle that had been turned into a half-section and handed it to Wang Xiaochun, who came over.

The people who came around silently looked at the pit in front of them, and some people jumped down from the pit to measure the depth, and compared the inner and outer diameters. There were also people staring at the bamboo pieces on the oars and shields in a daze.

These people are both craftsmen and craftsmen of the courtyard. What is a courtyard? It is the arsenal of later generations, and these people are all workers of the arsenal.

The study and application of weapons is their job. Although this time and space is still dominated by cold weapons, hot weapons have also begun to appear on the stage of history. If you count from the time of the founding of the Zhao and Song dynasties, it has been two hundred and seventy years, close to three hundred years.

Thermal weapons are not new to these craftsmen. However, due to the discrepancy in the understanding of gunpowder from the beginning, both the Song and Jin people focused on how to use gunpowder to fuel combustion for nearly three centuries.

This cognitive bias also makes the gunpowder formula always open up in the direction of how to improve the combustion efficiency, while the explosive performance of gunpowder has been ignored for a long time.

When did people start to pay attention to the explosiveness of gunpowder? It was after the advent of tubular firearms. However, for the Southern Song Dynasty at that time, the purpose of reversing the sky and repelling the Mengyuan Tartars could no longer be achieved, and the time left for the Southern Song Dynasty was too short. Twenty years later, the Southern Song Dynasty court was submerged in the thousands of acres of sea in the mountains. The breakthrough of gunpowder can only be left to the Yuan people.

"Nian Huai, how has the assault rifle changed?" Meng Zhijing looked at the bamboo tube in Wang Xiaochun's hand, and looked at the bamboo piece that was half a short section of the bamboo tube that was whirring at the front, and was a little stupid.

Of course, Meng Zhijing knew the power of Gong Nian Huai brand gunpowder, and he knew that his cognition was on the same level as Wang Gui's, and he couldn't even catch up with Wang Gui.

When the jar is fried, it turns into pieces, which is essentially the same as the bamboo tube bursting into bamboo chips. But in the human eye, the effect is different.

It is only known that the canister will fall to pieces if it falls to the ground, even if it is not exploded with gunpowder. But bamboo is different, who has ever seen a bamboo thrown and the bamboo becomes a pair of chopsticks after it lands? If you can blow off one part of the bamboo, and the remaining half is still combed out, you can feel the power of gunpowder.

There is also the iron sheet on the headband of Tan Craftsman. In this courtyard, when it comes to the work of a blacksmith, who dares not to lower the two ends of the craftsman. The iron sheet was blown up, and it would never crack from the place where the Tan craftsman's head was band in. The damage of the iron sheet on the top near the mouth of the cylinder is only slightly better than that of bamboo. The impact on people is even greater.

People stood by the pit or around the shields, all with solemn faces, and occasionally whispered a few words.

The atmosphere was a little solemn. But that's just the beginning, just like a piece of lactose thrown into coffee, it will take a while to melt.