As soon as he returned to his station, Zhang Yun immediately hung Li Fulun's body on the outermost wall of the station.

At this time, this wall was already full of more than seventy or eighty corpses. There are two big guys in black and white, and basically every one of them is a big man in Yulin.

In contrast, this last Li Fulun is a little minion, and if he hadn't died by himself this time, his corpse would not have deserved to be hung on this wall.

With a sigh, Zhang Yun ignored these dead people and turned around and walked towards the only gate of the base......

"Division Commander...... "The guards guarding the city gates." Seeing Zhang Yun instantly straighten up and salute.

With a casual snort, Zhang Yun walked straight in, where the command center in the center of the base was located.

It didn't take long to get the news, and Liu Guoming, the third regiment commander who was in charge of staying behind, ran over......

"Commander, can you not risk your life in the future? Where do you leave your subordinates and others in this way? What's more, the front-loading smoothbore flintlock pistol can already be mass-produced, and with the combat effectiveness of our subordinates, there is no need for you to risk doing something again, the division commander......"

Zhang Yun waved his hand, and said with a headache: "Okay, okay, I know the story of the white dragon fish suit better than you, I don't need you to chirp!" ”

Interrupting Liu Guoming casually, Zhang Yun asked with some curiosity.

"Didn't you say that it would take at least half a month for the carbine to be finalized and produced? What do you mean, it's ready for mass production now? ”

As soon as Zhang Yun said this, Liu Guoming suddenly became energetic, "I can't say it clearly, or the teacher will go down with his subordinates to take a look......

Half an hour later, the two of them came to the craftsman's workshop, and Zhang Yun casually picked out one of the piles of muskets. I looked at it over and over again, and I didn't feel that there was anything wrong, it was exactly the same as the drawings I drew!

But this thing is used to kill people, and it's useless to just look good, it has to be easy to use.

"Go, it's a donkey or a horse, just take it out for a walk." After speaking, Zhang Yun went out with the short gun in his hand first.

Liu Guoming carried a bag of gunpowder and immediately followed.

"Bang ......"

Next, the shooting range outside the craftsman's workshop rang for several hours, and Zhang Yun randomly picked out at least dozens of guns to try!

It wasn't until all the ready-made targets in the target factory were beaten to pieces that Zhang Yun finally stopped when Liu Guoming wanted to make another one on the spot.

Looking at the short gun that was already hot in his hand over and over again, Zhang Yun couldn't help but nod slightly.

40 cm in length, 20 mm in large caliber. The barrels are all made of inferior steel, and I don't know how much better than those iron barrels made by the Ming court.

The one in his hand was fired 11 times in a row, but it only began to get hot, and there was no danger of exploding. This quality can be said to be two or three hundred years ahead of this era.

Although the range of this gun is too short, only thirty or forty meters. And that's the only drawback of this gun!

But he doesn't plan to use it to equip the infantry, not to mention that he doesn't have infantry, and if he only equips the cavalry, the range of such a gun is more than enough. The bows and arrows in the hands of the Varspurs had to be at about this distance to break through the armor.

But compared to the armor-piercing ability, this 20 mm caliber musket. That's literally a few streets away from a bow and arrow in the hands of a tile spur.

Even if the opponent was wearing several layers of iron armor and was hit by this kind of gun within 20 meters in the front, he would immediately displace his five organs and immediately go to King Qin Guang on an errand......

Zhang Yun knew very well in his heart that the reason why the Chinese people of later generations touted the bows and arrows in the hands of the tile spur people to the sky.

That's just that the Tile Thorns are all cavalry, and they move like the wind, even if their bows and arrows can only pierce armor within thirty or forty meters. But you yourself have only two legs, and you can only be beaten, but you can't hit others.

Over time, the fear was naturally too great, and the so-called Jurchen was dissatisfied with ten thousand and invincible heresies in later generations. I don't know what to say, all of this is naturally caused by fear.

Of course, the bows and arrows of the Tile Thorns are not only deterrent at thirty or forty meters, and their effective range may be about a hundred meters, but that is only against unarmored infantry!

And his men are all cavalry, how many arrows can the Watters fire at a distance of a hundred meters?

What's more, it's not that he didn't prepare armor for his subordinates, the kind of vest-style armor that only defends against vital points, but he prepared one for each soldier.

After all, the Tile Thorn people are covered with bows and arrows, and they have not faced the undead people, and their psychological quality cannot keep up at all. I'm afraid it's going to collapse at the first moment. So to match each soldier with armor, whether it is useful or not, at least to cheer them up...... For this kind of psychological tactics, Zhang Yun from later generations will naturally not miss it!

All kinds of thoughts quickly turned in his mind, but Zhang Yun asked about the output of this gun again.

"The manufacture of this kind of carbine is very simple, the mold or something, and now all of them have been made, plus the raw materials are very sufficient, and there is no shortage of manpower, so I am afraid that by the middle of July, the three regiments of our division, and the main combat personnel of more than 10,000 people, can definitely be equipped with five or six of these horse muskets per person." Liu Guoming replied a little triumphantly.

Think of the other two regimental commanders, who have been out recently with a small number of men. Therefore, isn't the success of this gun the greatest credit for itself? This can't help but be uneasy for Liu Guoming, after all, there is unfairness everywhere......

"Five or six sticks per person? It stands to reason that it is enough! Ignoring his smugness, Zhang Yun muttered such a sentence.

Because ordinary tile spur soldiers, the heavy arrows used to shoot armor with all their strength are actually weak after ten rounds!

What's more, it was not the so-called lancers that he formed, but a light cavalry unit where everyone carried a two-meter-long saber.

Before the battle, each musket was properly powdered, and after each person had been equipped with a few short muskets. The next thing is to cut each other with big blades.

By that time, the cavalry of their own side and the opposing side had already been in disarray. Even if the opponent is still capable of archery, isn't he afraid of accidentally injuring his teammates?

As for them wanting to run, wanting to fly their own kites. But his subordinates are not infantry, and the kite tactics of the Tile Thorns against ordinary Han troops are obviously useless to themselves......

Come to think of it. Zhang Yun finally put a snack for the first time.

It's June now, and it's been five months since I came to this plane. Needless to say, all the preparations, hardships, and setbacks.

As long as you can get to the civil fort on August 13. It's all worth it!