In the Alchemy Workshop.

Looking at the metal material in Jiang Feng's hand with some doubts, Fielding thought of a possibility in a blink of an eye.

"Is this ...... Alchemical products of natural science? ”

Although this statement is somewhat awkward, the aboriginal scientist has finally opened his mind.

Jiang Feng nodded, looking at the parts in front of him, the workmanship of these things barely met his requirements. It seems that the city is famous for its iron ore and iron products, although the production process is not up to standard, but a group of old craftsmen with their skilled control of forging hammers and hammers still produce a lot of parts with barely passable precision.

A hollow round pipe, a wooden handle, a few curved pieces of iron......

In fact. The drawings that Jiang Feng handed over to Rembert were the parts drawings of the improved flintlock pistol, because the original flintlock pistol was slow to load, so Jiang Feng installed two containers behind the flintlock pistol, one with gunpowder and one with marbles, and added a thick layer of heat insulation between the container and the gun body, and installed a small hole that could be closed on the heat insulation layer to prevent the gunpowder in the container from being ignited when the gunpowder exploded, and also gave the ram enough space for impact.

"Fielding, I'm going to show you how to assemble this thing now. The steps are simple, but they must be careful, and nothing can be wrong. I'll teach you first, and then you teach the apprentices, to assemble as much as you can. ”

As he spoke, Jiang Feng picked up the parts on the table and began to assemble the parts together step by step. Fielding watched carefully from the side, for fear of missing a detail, until Jiang Feng inserted the last through strip into the tube and handed it to him.

"Take it, and take it apart."

Fielding carefully took the flintlock pistol and took it in his hand to examine it carefully.

The whole flintlock pistol was like a crutch with a crooked handle, and it was hard to imagine that such a small crutch contained so many delicate parts in it.

According to Jiang Feng's request, he dismantled the parts of the flintlock pistol, and then assembled it back according to Jiang Feng's request. After repeating it several times, with his ability, he was able to complete the assembly of this flintlock pistol independently.

"Good learning," Jiang Feng nodded with satisfaction, "The city hall will continue to send parts over to let your apprentices master the techniques of assembling muskets as soon as possible, these things will play a vital role in the war." ”

"But what's the use of this thing?" Fielding said confusedly.

"Black powder is poured into the tube, then a lead pellet is stuffed into the front end, the trigger is pulled, and under the action of the spring, the flint hits the fire door, igniting the gunpowder to explode."

"But this ...... Didn't you blow up your own people? Fielding exclaimed.

"No, the explosive gunpowder can only move forward, pushing the lead bullet inside the tube forward. Imagine the power of the tube of gunpowder you saw last time, and now it's all bursting in one direction. I can tell you responsibly that even a knight's plate armor can't stop a single bullet from this thing. ”

And after being hit by a lead bullet, the broken shrapnel will roll in the body, and it is impossible to completely remove it. As long as he takes a solid shot, this person is basically abolished for the rest of his life.

While shocked by the power depicted by Jiang Feng, Fielding couldn't help but fall into thought, probably thinking clearly about the mystery, and his eyes gradually brightened.

Without disturbing his train of thought, the things that should be explained have been explained clearly, Jiang Feng picked up two flintlock pistols, turned around and left the alchemy workshop, and brought him the door with him.

Coming to the training ground, Melle was supervising the training at this time, and after more than a week of training, these people already walked in style, which was a preliminary meeting of Jiang Feng's requirements for these soldiers.

What does it mean to stand in line to be shot?

The team is not evenly lined, and when it comes to fighting, I am afraid that it will be my own people who will be shot.

For example, what kind of three-stage shooting, forward shooting, these basic operations have to wait for these citizens and farmers to walk in line. Fortunately, this is where the Musketeer excels, and his training is the easiest compared to any other cold weapon class.

There's no need to hone your hand-to-hand combat skills, or to go through brutal physical training, all you need to do is hold the muzzle, pull the trigger, and reload quickly......

However, it is clear that these aborigines do not accurately understand his painstaking efforts.

Even though ten days had passed, Melle still couldn't figure out what the reason for the training was, and he even thought that it was really as Rembert said, that the wizard was going to sacrifice this man to gain some great power.

Damn, you should find some old and sick people.

Melle couldn't help but regret it.

In fact, these reservists and the old, weak, sick and disabled are only the last two words. Although they were not sick or sick, few of them were in good health. No matter where you look at them, they have nothing to do with being strong and heroic.

"Melle." Jiang Feng came to the training ground and saw Melle shouting.

Melle was slightly stunned when he heard this voice, and hurriedly dismounted and ran in front of Jiang Feng.

"Great and wise Chief Wizard, Melle is here to help."

As he spoke, he respectfully gave Jiang Feng a standard aristocratic salute, and the eyes that were full of remorse just now had been replaced by respect.

Jiang Feng looked at Melle, he also knew that these people had begun to question him a little recently, although these people didn't dare to show it in front of a wizard, but there would still be subconscious doubts, this was human nature.

Anything that was ahead of its time would be like a madman in the eyes of most people.

"Stop training and come with me." Jiang Feng walked to the side after speaking.

"Yes, Chief Wizard," said Mellech. ”

……

The training ground of the reserve is not as large as the training ground of the militia, but it is definitely not small, and there are all that should be, and there are rows of wooden stakes not far away, which are prepared for practicing melee weapons.

Standing on the edge of the training ground, Jiang Feng heard Melle's footsteps, turned to look at Melle, and pointed ahead with his chin, "See that stake?" ”

Melle looked up, then said respectfully, "See, Great Chief Wizard. ”

"Okay, stand ...... Near the nearest stake, but don't get too close, just keep an eye on the stake and look closely. Jiang Feng waved his hand and said.

Melle was slightly stunned, he didn't know what was so beautiful about a wooden stake, it was just some wood with a relatively hard texture, but he didn't dare to question Jiang Feng's words.

Trotting to the side of the stake, Melle glanced at Jiang Feng, and then looked at the stake suspiciously, not understanding what he should do next.

The wooden stake on the side of the reserve was made by someone himself, and the wood was even better than that of the militia, which was practicing hand-to-hand combat, and a dagger would only leave a shallow knife mark on it.

The wizard-sama didn't order him to continue what to do, but just took out a cane from the spatial ring?

Then he saw the wizard expertly pour the strange powder into the back of the barrel, close the cover, then take out a very small object and stuff it into the front of the barrel, pump the bar a few times, and finally hold the cane in front of him.

Suddenly, Melle remembered that this movement seemed to be what they had been training all along!

Just as he was thinking this, Jiang Feng, who was standing opposite, aimed at the stake and pulled the trigger with his finger.

"Bang ——!"

With a thunderous sound, white smoke erupted from the barrel of the gun, and the militia standing behind Jiang Feng was so frightened that they squatted on the ground tremblingly, and the timid ones even fell.

Melle was even more miserable.

The moment the shot rang out, it was as if the stake had been struck by a bolt of lightning, and the entire upper part was split on both sides, and sawdust flew up.

Melle stared blankly at the scene in front of him, his face was pale, his shoulders trembled, and he couldn't say a word......