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"Ready!" At the sound of an order, the gunners in front of the nine guns of one size flew away and prepared to shoot. (The text is first published in the reading cabinet biquge.info) "Put! ”

In a matter of moments, a thunderous explosion rang out, dragging the lead bullet with the tail flame through the air, and the huge recoil pushed the gun carriage backwards, but fortunately the plough on the ground turned it on to the thick earth, so that it did not jump or even roll in the air as before.

"Quick, quick!" The leaders of the teams and the squad leaders who did not check the results of the shelling hurriedly ordered that in this era when there was no way to talk about the accuracy of the shelling, the frequency of the shelling was the key to the real examination of the strength of an artillery unit. "Reset, clear the chamber." With one order after another, the artillery was re-ready. "Class A in place"

"Yes, it's a minute faster than before." Zheng Kezhang held the gilt pocket watch and said, this kind of timekeeping tool called a golden timepiece by the Japanese in "Taige" first appeared in Nuremberg, Germany, and was called a bell at that time, although the name is not very good, but it is definitely a high-end one in the imported goods, and the price is so high, even if Zheng Kezhang spends money like water, he can only buy a small amount, so that in addition to Sun Youlao and He Qian, only the battalion officers and deputy battalion officers of the artillery barracks in the two towns are distributed. "But it's still not enough, at least at a rate of one shot per minute."

Yi Shilao looked at Zheng Kezhang with some embarrassment: "Your Highness, to achieve this firing rate, a large number of test firing is required, which not only requires a large amount of gunpowder, but also has a lot of damage to the artillery itself, but more importantly, it is impossible to maintain such a firing frequency on the battlefield, the temperature of the barrel, the number of ammunition, and tension and fatigue may lead to a decrease in the rate of fire, Your Highness, I think your requirements are too strict." ”

"For shooting, gunpowder is needed to damage the life of the body tube, which is very easy to solve." Zheng Kezhang pointed to a cannon and explained. "As long as you don't load the shells and gunpowder, you don't really fire them, and most of the steps are the same anyway." Although Yi Shilao was dumbfounded, the Crusaders on the side nodded their heads. "As for whether this rate of fire can be achieved on the battlefield." Zheng Kezang accentuated his tone. "Of course you can, as long as you wait for your usual training method, don't talk about one shot a minute, and I still know the story of someone who can play two shots a minute." During the Napoleonic Wars, the maximum rate of fire of light artillery during the war was eight rounds per minute, the average rate of fire was 2 rounds per minute for solid bullets, 3 rounds per minute for shotguns, and about 1 round per minute for large-caliber guns, which was basically the same as the rate of fire of muskets. "Don't worry about gunpowder and projectiles, if you really want to go to war, it will definitely be a double or even triple configuration, and I hope that when the time comes, you will throw all the ammunition on the enemy's head, and it would be ridiculous if you stay and become a prisoner of others."

Zheng Kezang's words caused a chuckle among the young military attaches around him, half of them understood and the other half guessed what Zheng Kezhang meant, Yi Shilao had to reluctantly nod his head, Gaul Ji also knew each other, after all, he was still leading the rank of "major" of Zheng Jun, so he naturally had to listen to the orders of the big boss.

Zheng Kezhang waved his hand, and the scouts tried to demonstrate it according to Zheng Kezang's request, and while they were sweating like rain, Zheng Kezhang beckoned An Long, who was watching the battle on the side, and asked carefully: "How is the situation in the artillery barracks of the second town." ”

An Long originally wanted to become an artilleryman, but unfortunately he became a spearman by mistake, and now with the rise of his status and the expansion of the Boy Scouts, he finally got the coveted position of the deputy battalion officer of the artillery corps, but many things are easier said than done, and he only knew the difficulties when he sat in this position.

"It's not too good, the speed of the artillery is less than half that of the first battalion." An Long reported with a gloomy face, but he quickly realized that such a statement was a bit weak, so he stood up straight and assured Zheng Kezang. "Please rest assured that the subordinates are confident that they will catch up with the brothers of the first battalion within the year."

Zheng Kezhang silently looked at An Long in front of him, in fact, this is not to blame this handsome Hakka youth, the Boy Scouts are expanding too fast, and the artillery army of one battalion after another will be expanded into two battalions and four teams, which is already difficult enough for them, not to mention that he has to retain the essence of the first battalion in case of emergency.

So Zheng Kezhang patted An Long on the shoulder and said with relief: "This year's expansion is a little eager, and the training level of each battalion is inevitable, but although the second battalion is the head of the new battalion, the stormtroopers and squad leaders inside are all old men and horses of the Boy Scouts. ”

An Long reassured that at this time, the first battalion had completed two simulated shooting, Zheng Kezhang took An Long to pick up a few problems found and discussed the solution with Yi Shilao and the son of Hu Jing, the deputy battalion officer of the first battalion, and Ma Yankai, the commander of the second battalion.

One day apart, Zheng Kezhang came to Kunlun No. 1 Standard. This time, the expansion of the Boy Scouts also involved the Kunlun standard, which received a total of more than 600 new black slaves, and the Kunlun standard was split into two, which were assigned to the first and second towns of the Boy Scouts. However, the increase in numbers and the division of the number were only superficial changes, and more importantly, in addition to the addition of an artillery team transferred from the Boy Scouts, one of the spear battalions was reorganized into a mine-throwing battalion.

As the name suggests, the thunder thrower is a kind of earth-shaking thunder with a grenade, but Zheng Kezhang has not yet tried to produce a model of pulling hair, so he can only use the method of ignition and ignition, so there is a certain risk, because Zheng Kezhang is reluctant to let the boy scouts take this risk, so the Kunlun standard slave army has become the best experiment.

In order to avoid accidental misses, Zheng Kezhang hid far away and watched Kunlun Biao's performance with a telescope. I saw that the black slave soldiers were wearing thick armor made of shark skin, and there were two large leather waist packs hanging from the cross on their bodies, each waist bag contained four and a half pound sealed clay pots, half of the clay pots were gunpowder and the other half were various preset fragments - in view of the lack of iron in Dongning Yanzhòng, so according to Zheng Kezang's opinion, the clay pots were mainly sharp pottery shards - this kind of clay pot was attached to the outside of the fine net rope, so it was not afraid of disintegration even if it was broken, but in order to increase the number of fragments and the effect of explosion, The crack is also deliberately knocked out before being thrown.

Because the clay pot weighs half a catty, the throw distance is usually between fifteen and twenty steps, which requires great courage, and the black slaves are not ignorant and fearless, and after suffering several times and paying a few lives for the tuition, the slave soldiers will not do it. For this reason, Zheng Kezhang deliberately improved the treatment after entering the camp, and in contrast to the fact that he could only eat some pickled vegetables and dry rice on one side, and only saw two salted fish in the middle of the moon, while on the other side there was fish and meat (pickled whale meat), he finally picked out the strength of the two battalions.

"The day before yesterday, Yu told the artillery battalion that you don't always have to train with live ammunition, you can use something else, such as the same stone of about half a catty." Zheng Kezhang watched the demonstration of the throwing, the fireworks were very spectacular, and the scarecrow in the throwing area also had pottery shards inserted horizontally and vertically, and its deeper ones even pierced through two layers of leather armor. "Of course, you have to prepare some fuses, so that they can remember the steps and when to throw them."

Huang Tao, the battalion officer of the Thunder Throwing Battalion, and Li Shun, the deputy battalion officer, nodded frequently while listening to the instructions, and they didn't know if they really understood or were just slapping horses, but Zheng Kezhang didn't care, if they couldn't pass the assessment, he had a spare candidate to replace them, even if Li Shun was a boy scout in the Jiayin period, he wouldn't look at it differently.

"By the way, the stormtroopers of the mine-throwing barracks can give these slave troops, and let them take care of themselves, if they try, they can still do it, and they can be promoted to all slave troops in the future." This is also to make full use of the limited manpower, and of course, Zheng Kezhang will not ignore some danger because of this. "In addition, you have to develop eyeliner among the slave army, and if you find out that they have a tandem movement, you will immediately disperse them, and if there is a second time, you will know what to do."

Huang Tao and Li Shun's bodies were shocked, and then they responded in unison: "Please rest assured that your subordinates will definitely make an example!" ”

"Go over and take a look," Zheng Kezhang walked into the arena, those black slaves didn't know who Zheng Kezhang was, but when they saw Huang Tao and Li Shun walking in the same direction, they all stood up and tried to pose like a hero. "We must let them work harder, and their arm strength will go up to throw farther." Zheng Kezhang looked at the past in turn, and although he was already the best of the best, he could see that the damage caused by the white colonists to these blacks was too great. "By the way, what about their melee weapons."

Li Shun took out a short knife from the waist of a slave soldier and presented it, Zheng Kezhang took it in his hand and waved it, fluttering, it is estimated that it is difficult to commit suicide: "This is not good." ”

Although Taiwan lacks iron, it has not reached this point, so Zheng Kezhang instructed: "Thunder throwers are the essence of Kunlun standard, not a coward who runs away after losing a round of fire and thunder. ”

Zheng Kezang's original intention was to match the Mo knife, which is known as the horse chopping knife, but the craftsmanship and tactics of the Mo knife have been lost, and the best iron is needed, which is really a bit luxurious, so he has to retreat to the second best thing and use a heavy axe to offset the impact of the other party, which also echoes Zheng Kezang's consistent view that the slave army is used as cannon fodder.

"Can you try to throw one?" Holding half a catty of fire thunder, Zheng Kezhang asked, but looking at the pale faces of Huang Tao, Li Shun and others, Zheng Kezhang sighed. "That's it, that's it, it's just a joke, the son of a daughter can't sit down." After that, Zheng Kezhang returned the fire and thunder in his hand to the slave army in front of him, and once again admonished earnestly. "Si Ming Qing Suppression, Kunlun Biao Yuanshi's firearms are insufficient, so there are many casualties, so there are two additional battalions of thunder throwers, and you are Kunlun Biao's firearms, bows and arrows, remember, you must train elite soldiers!"

Huang Tao and Li Shun leaned over in unison: "No! ”

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