Meng Jiucheng believes that the cultural level of the soldiers has improved, and their comprehension ability will also be enhanced, and the understanding and implementation of military regulations and military orders will be more in place, and the expansion of technical arms in the future will also be smoother.

That's right, the technical arms have been formed. One is an artillery battalion, one is an engineer battalion composed mainly of miners, and the other is a carpenter battalion for repairing weapons and armor.

"General-" Qian Bangzhen, the commander of the artillery battalion, trotted over and reported the test data to Meng Jiucheng, "This cannon is a hundred steps away, if you increase the amount of medicine, I dare to guarantee that it can exceed thirty percent." ”

Although he is a soldier and the commander of a battalion, Qian Bangzhen's image is really not flattering, revealing a stock market philistine. It's no wonder that he was originally a tea doctor in a teahouse, ushering in a career of sending and smiling faces, and he is also shrewd in calculating small accounts.

"You don't have to increase the amount of medicine, just take 100 steps." Meng Jiucheng shook his head lightly and said: "Between fifty steps and one hundred steps, adjust the elevation angle of the artillery, or customize the reduced medicine package, you record all the data, and let the people below memorize it." In addition, I will teach you the eye-jumping method, and let them learn it as soon as possible. ”

"Humble duty understands." After Qian Bangzhen gave the salute, he showed his habitual professional smile again.

Meng Jiucheng raised his hand, and put it down helplessly, there was no majesty in this appearance, he felt a little that he had chosen the wrong person.

One step in ancient times was about 1.3 or 1.5 meters in later generations, and 100 steps were 1350 meters, and Meng Jiucheng believed that the expected goal had been achieved. With a hand-made iron cylinder, the gunpowder is rotten again, and if the amount of propellant is increased, Meng Jiucheng is worried that it will explode and hurt people.

And the distance of one hundred and thirty or fifty meters is also the effective killing distance of the bow and arrow judged by Meng Jiucheng. Yes, effective killing, not the longest range. If the protection of the armor is taken into account, Meng Jiucheng believes that the killing distance of the bow and arrow is even shorter, estimated to be about 100 meters.

As for the 800-meter and 500-meter records of bows and arrows in history, that is, records for the sake of records, and in the end, their potential cannot penetrate Lu Min, and it has no meaning in actual combat, and the accuracy and lethality cannot be seen at all.

Therefore, the flying thunder cannon can be basically equivalent to the bow and arrow in terms of range, but it is more powerful, and it is a surface kill, and it can also disturb the enemy's war horse (the war horse at that time was not trained in the sound and light smoke of the explosion, which was different from the military horse training in later generations).

In terms of offensive weapons, it is considered to have the capital to compete with the regular army, but the armor of individual protection is not easy to equip.

In this regard, Meng Jiucheng thought of a temporary solution, organized the women among the displaced people, and ordered the villages to sew sleeveless clothes with many pockets.

The style is more similar to the life jackets of later generations. Then you stuff the thick planks of skin into your pockets, and you become a rudimentary armor. In peacetime, it is pulled by a car, and in wartime, a soldier drills his head into the hole in the middle, and a rope is tied around his waist, which can play a certain role in protecting the chest and back.

Simple, not enough protection, but now the problem is solved. In the future, Meng Jiucheng will replace the wooden board with a bamboo board. Because the fiber of bamboo has the advantages of high strength, good elasticity, high density and high strength, and its cross-section is annular shape, the outer ring hoop and the inner horizontal partition at the bamboo node improve the horizontal bearing capacity of the bamboo piece.

And in the further future, if conditions permit, Meng Jiucheng even has plans to build and equip metal armor.

As for the helmet, Meng Jiucheng didn't have a very good way, so he could only order the craftsmen to build it, and at the same time encourage the people to make wicker helmets and rattan helmets, which were purchased at the army's expense.

Although it is simple because of its ugliness, the equipment of the Red Turban Army is already stronger than that of the Red Jacket Army. O peasant rebels, there are many of them. Not to mention the armor, even the regular weapons are not matched, and it is not uncommon to chop wood and uncover the rod.

After leaving the artillery camp, Meng Jiucheng went to the engineer battalion and the craftsman battalion to give guidance. He attaches great importance to the technical arms, and the division of the arms is also one of the signs of the regularization of the Red Turban Army.

came out early in the morning, and when Meng Jiucheng finished these affairs and returned to the town, it was already afternoon, and even lunch was eaten outside.

The house where Meng Jiucheng lived was quite large, and it belonged to a Jurchen official in the original town. There is a small garden-like courtyard, which is slightly decorated with mountain stones, planted with a few willow trees, green grass and flowers around an octagonal pavilion in the middle, and the air is filled with a rich, but not fragrant fragrance.

The warm sun shone on his body, everything went relatively smoothly, and the scenery in front of him also made Meng Jiucheng feel refreshed.

Beautiful, harmonized, and vivid. As the weather warmed up, Meng Jiucheng liked this place of comfort and relaxation, and often handled official business in the pavilion. It's just that now someone came before him. Although they knew, Meng Jiucheng didn't want to step forward, and was just about to turn around and leave, but the people in the pavilion raised their hands to greet him, and he had no choice but to step over.

"I've seen the Seventh Master, Wanyan Niangzi, oh, Mingdang's little sister is also here!" Meng Jiucheng walked into the pavilion and waved his hand.

The seventh master, Zheng Ruxin, is in his thirties, and his face is also standard, but his dress and temperament are martial; Wanyan Linglong is also a middle-aged woman, but she is from a family and well-maintained, but she looks younger than Zheng Ruxin, and she is also very temperamental. Slightly powdered, wearing a light blue brocade dress, black hair curled into a wishful bun, only a white hosta inserted, simple wearing, but without losing its beautiful face, and there is a faint breath of book between the eyebrows.

Wan Yan Linglong also held a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl in her hand, with bright eyes and bright teeth, beautiful colors, and was the righteous daughter Ming Deng who took in and wandered with her during the turmoil.

"No need to be polite, sit down and talk!" Zheng Ruxin waved his hand casually, his injuries had not healed, and his face was still pale.

"General Meng is polite." After finishing her face, she stood up and saluted, showing the etiquette and upbringing of all women.

"Ninety percent brother is good." Ming Zhong said a blessing, and his speech was still a little immature, but Wan Zhuan's voice was very good.

Meng Jiucheng sat down as he said, but his demeanor and movements were not as casual as usual.

"I heard you're recruiting women from among the homeless? What do you want to do? Zheng Ruxin asked with a smile.

Meng Jiucheng said: "Back to the seventh master, the kid wants to establish a medical team in the army. It doesn't hurt if you don't want to, find some literate and hyphenation people, organize and manage them, or knitting women, or other labor, you can always earn some family, it's better to be idle. ”

At that time, the proportion of men who were literate and hyphenated was not high, let alone women? But no matter how small the proportion is, there are still a few who fled because of the war, and their previous family background may be very good. But after being so far in exile, do you care about showing up if you can support yourself?

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