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Every morning, the monkeys will cook breakfast on time, Zhang Yi will also take them to the shipbuilding workshop on time to work, Wu Hu will go to the training ground every day to practice martial arts, and Yang Zaixing will teach them marksmanship every afternoon, of course, it is not the Yang family marksmanship that teaches them.

As for Song Xing and Tian Niu, they will go to Penglai Pavilion every day to tell stories, and they will go to Qingfeng Bun Shop every day to buy two meat buns.

Since meeting with Zhao Liangsi, Song Xing has also become busy, and after finishing his book in Penglai Pavilion every day, he will lock himself in the small room, and he will take advantage of this time to make a gun.

Although he now has a god of war like Yang Zaixing by his side, and a fierce general like Wu Hu, as a modern person, in these years of war, without this thing on his body, he always feels unsteady in his heart.

According to his original plan, he originally wanted to make a shotgun, because when he was a child, he had followed his uncle who had fought in the Korean War, and it was filled with iron sand, which was particularly good for hitting rabbits.

It's just that this thing is not easy to carry, in this era when even steel can't be bought and sold casually, and it has to be controlled by the imperial court, if you really make such a conspicuous thing, it can only be to make a wedding dress for others.

What's more, the production of shotguns is relatively simple, and the requirements are not high, in the face of the wisdom of the working people, it is not a tall thing at all, and it is not difficult to copy.

When it doesn't need to be used on a large scale, this thing is chicken waki, so building a short gun is a must.

Although the process of the short gun is complicated, it is really not difficult for him, a person who has played with imitation guns since he was a child, and has been engaged in mechanical and automatic control when he grows up, at least he understands the principle.

The difficult thing is the industrial level of a thousand years ago, when there were no lathes, let alone ready-made molds, not to mention that the boring line of the barrel alone had already cost him a lot of effort.

The mold made by himself, whether it is made of iron or fired with ceramics, is always deformed, far from meeting his own requirements, and in the end there is no way but to refer to the past wooden drills, little by little drill and grind.

The invention of gunpowder was very early, the first was discovered by alchemists in the process of alchemy, and it was used in the military at the end of the Tang Dynasty, that is, the gunpowder was made into a ring, tied to the shaft of the arrow, and shot out after ignition.

By the time of the Song Dynasty, great progress had been made, and the Ministry of War ordered Shi Fengji to tie a gunpowder cartridge to the front of the arrow shaft, and use the gas emitted when the gunpowder burned to shoot out the arrow clusters, making the world's earliest jet firearm.

Later, there was Tang Fu, the captain of the Divine Guard, and Shi Pu was trained by the Jizhou regiment to make rockets, fireballs, thistles and other firearms, and made a performance, but the gunpowder at that time could only be gunpowder, and there was still a considerable gap with modern explosives.

Therefore, the improvement of gunpowder is also necessary, compared to the production of firearms, this is much simpler, as long as the high school chemistry has not been completely returned to the chemistry teacher, as long as you usually pay a little attention to this knowledge, it is quite easy to improve.

The next thing that made Song Xing's head big was the production of the bullet, although he invited the best coppersmith in Dengzhou Mansion, but the effect was always unsatisfactory.

Not to mention the loading of gunpowder and the sealing of the warhead, the specifications of the bullets alone consumed a lot of his brain cells, so that his temper became very irritable, and in the dead of night, he wanted to run to the sea and roar twice.

It was so difficult to make a short spear that he wanted to give up many times, but when he thought of the women wailing in the ice and snow seven years later, Song Xing's heart felt panicked, so he had to pick up the hammer and beat it gently.

Two months later, Song Xing finally made the world's first short gun, a burst type, with a magazine that could shoot five rounds once.

The training process is also very hard, and the production of bullets is extremely difficult, it is said that sharpshooters are fed with bullets, and Song Xing does not have the conditions to feed himself as a sharpshooter now.

His training method is very simple, mainly from several special forces film and television dramas and the military training knowledge he received when he was studying, so what he has to do every day is to hold the gun with both hands and hang a brick at the hand bowl, and what he does is also aim and aim again.

Aim a thousand times, shoot a shot, in order to correct his accuracy, and master the recoil of the short gun, aiming the gun is nothing, but the movement of the gun is too big, about the fact that he has a big killing weapon, he doesn't want too many people to know.

This kind of psychology is like a heavily armed strong man holding a gold ingot, which is to show off his wealth, and if he is a beggar holding a gold ingot, it is looking for death.

When the world really realizes the power of guns, not to mention that the imperial court can't tolerate him having such a weapon, even those strongmen who add blood to the knife can't tolerate him, before there is no large-scale equipment, low-key is the king.

Therefore, he has a short gun, and only Yang Zaixing, Wu Hu, and Zhang Yi know about Tian Hengshan, and only Uncle Tian and Tian Chengguang know about Tian Hengshan, and the rest of the people can hide it.

It's not that Song Xing doesn't believe them, but there are many people, and it's always good to be careful, so every time he practices guns, Uncle Tian and Wu Hu are guarded, and the place where he practices guns is also chosen by the sea.

Use the sound of the tide to mask the gunshots.

Song Xing practiced guns on the beach, Yang Zaixing rarely asked, he really couldn't help it this day, he came over with a silver gun, looked at the black thing in his hand, and said curiously: "Brother Song, does your thing really work?" ”

"Does it really work?"

Song Xing put down his raised hands, blinked his little black eyes, looked at Yang Zaixing with a smile, and did not answer directly, because the effective range of his short gun was less than fifty meters.

And back then, Lu Buyuan shot the halberd, and shot the halberd from a hundred steps away, converted into a modern unit, about 180 meters, in terms of range alone, the short gun in Song Xing's hand was really a bit dwarfed.

What's more, although Yang Zaixing's archery skills are not as good as his Yang family's silver spear, he still has the ability to penetrate Yang in a hundred steps, just as the original Manchu emperor looked down on muskets, Yang Zaixing also looked down on this thing.

After Song Xing asked this sentence rhetorically, he didn't argue with Yang Zaixing, because later facts proved that it was the musket that the Manchu courtiers looked down on, and finally smashed the Manchu Qing to pieces.

How powerful modern science and technology is, naturally it is not something that Yang Zaixing can imagine.

Song Xing was not surprised that Yang Zaixing did not see the value of this gun, and after asking rhetorically, he smiled and said: "You see that I have no power to restrain the chicken, I can't move the gun, I can't pull the bow, and this thing is just right on my body." ”

Yang Zaixing has also seen that with a movement of his fingers, he can break the jar thirty steps away, it really doesn't take much strength, for a weak scholar like him, it is not bad to defend himself at close range, it is not completely useless.

Song Xing looked at Yang Zaixing with an innocent face, and sighed secretly in his heart, "Your martial arts are world-renowned, and you can dodge the arrows that come from you, but can you dodge the bullets that are much faster than the arrows and can't be seen?" ”