Trial-made two-pound portable single-man field gun.

Let's say it's a fast cannon, this cannon is not the same kind as the Gatling gun translated as "Grimm fast cannon" by the Qing Dynasty.

In order to develop a machine gun, it is necessary to first get a series of front-end technologies such as lathes, steel pipe manufacturing, metal fixed ammunition, and primer fire...... If there is such technology, Luo Ming will be able to build high-explosive bombs, trains and other high-tech technologies.

It is a serious gun, firing two catties of projectiles, the barrel plus the bracket and grip weigh a total of fifty-two catties, the caliber is actually similar to the light gun, the barrel is slightly shorter, and there is an extra piece behind the powder chamber at the back.

It's fast, but it's actually because of its unique design.

First of all, it uses a steel bracket, and the tip at the bottom can be directly inserted deep into the ground with the assistance of Dou Qi, absorbing a lot of recoil, and with Luo Ming's own strength, there is no need to worry about taking time to reset every shot that is taken back.

Secondly, it is a rear-loading gun with a simple push-pull gun latch structure, which allows for faster ammunition loading and cleaning of burning debris from the rear.

Although this structure is very simple and rude, and it is easy to leak air, Luo Ming, as a sword master, has a fighting spirit to protect his body, and he is not afraid of leaking out so much qi to burn himself.

As for the reduction in range due to air leakage...... This thing was originally used by him as a portable weapon, not to snipe at enemies seven or eight hundred meters away, so it can be said that it doesn't matter.

And if Luo Ming was to control this cannon, it was not even necessary to even fire rope or anything like that, he directly injected a little flame into the barrel through the small fire door, and quickly ignited the gunpowder wrapped in the paper packet.

The bronze monster let out a roar of rage and shook it back, and the steel bracket stuck in the ground retreated half an inch, and this was still when Luo Ming also tried his best to hold it out.

The expanding fiery gas propelled the projectile to shoot out at a speed close to the speed of sound, and almost in the blink of an eye, it smashed into the wooden shield of the leader.

While observing his results, Luo Ming pulled the bolt of the cannon, stuffed a second paper-wrapped cannonball inside, and fired again.

It's not been twenty-four hours since the cannon was freshly baked, but Lormin has already fallen in love with it.

He had practiced a few times before, and now he was even more proficient, and with his physical control as a swordsman, the speed of reloading and firing was simply extremely fast.

While his main focus was on controlling the artillery, Aya helped him count - an average of one shot every 4.5 seconds!

Although those strong men who were energized by the spell could still trot forward with heavy wooden shields, they had only advanced more than twenty meters before they ate the third cannonball sent by Luo Ming himself!

The first cannonball smashed the person in charge so much that he almost fell backwards, and the wooden shield also cracked most of it, and the second one directly smashed through the wooden shield, directly breaking his body from the neck, and the irregular head flew out dozens of meters away.

The third cannonball directly smashed through the wooden shield of the person next to him, and then grazed the shoulders of the other party, although he was not broken again, but the shoulders that were wiped were obviously missing a piece of flesh, and the arms hung down unnaturally.

Luo Ming's three consecutive shots directly made those masters frightened, and even one of the people carrying the ladder behind them threw down the ladder and began to run away.

There were only four men with their shields raised, and now there were two left, one of whom was still subconsciously rushing forward, while the other hesitated for a moment, and then showed his head to look out—and then he was hit in the face by a musket shotgun, and he screamed, and fell to his knees with his wooden shield.

This shot probably didn't kill him, because Luo Ming saw the vindictive shield on his body, but it probably also hurt his face and maybe even his eyes...... This man is already half deposed.

And the last person who rushed towards the head of the city was both tragic and small.

Luo Ming did not shoot at him, partly because he was too close to the city wall to swing the angle, and partly because he had reached the end of his life.

A cannon on the right side of the wall had successfully turned around and fired hundreds of shotguns at the beveled side of his body, which was exposed to the heavy wooden shield.

Like a rag bag blown up by the wind, he flew sideways under the thrust of a cannonball, fell to the side, and blood quickly gushed out from several large holes in his body.

Next, Luo Ming was about to bombard the guy who was injured in the face, but the man shouted directly with a crying voice: "I surrender!"

In the distance, the remnants of the Beran army couldn't help but shout and curse, but they couldn't affect the situation here in the slightest.

"Then throw the shield away. Luo Ming replied coldly.

At the same time, he also made a secret gesture, and the soldiers immediately began to reload their ammunition in a conscious manner, and another gun was also stuffed with shotguns, aiming in the direction of the man.

"Make sure you don't hit me with those stuff again!" the man screamed.

It seems that he was psychologically shadowed by muskets and artillery.

"You can't run away now, how can you have any bargaining power? Hurry up and do it! There is more than one great sword master who died under my hands, I want to see if you are fast or my sword is fast!" Luo Ming snorted coldly.

In fact, the speed of the bullet is faster than the sword, so you don't have to patiently explain this to the other party.

At this moment, a cold arrow suddenly flew from the side and stuck in the man's back, but it was blocked by the fighting spirit and did not penetrate it.

As for whether the arrow missed or deliberately, neither he nor Luo Ming knew the truth, but they both thought of the "truth" that they could most accept.

The man panicked for a moment, then turned around and put the wooden shield behind him.

Leaning on the wooden shield, he sat down, threw his weapon aside, then held the arrow that hit him in the back, cut it off, and then said angrily: "Okay, I surrender!"

Hearing this, the fish behind them who slipped through the net roared angrily, but Luo Ming fired a shot over there, which made them a lot quieter, and they remembered that they should close their mouths and flee for their lives first.

Luo Ming smiled at the divine assistance of the Belan people, and said, "Finally, let's exchange a condition, as long as you say so, I will arrange treatment for you......"

The man was hesitant at first, but soon made up his mind and began to shout:

"Hell King Casimir, incompetent Zagmer, and the psychedelic sticks and shamans, all damn raccoons!

I just cared about letting Lao Tzu charge into battle, and then sent someone to shoot cold arrows at Lao Tzu's back, so that I could find an opportunity to chop all of you into meat puree and feed the horses!

Now, I'm going straight to the point, and I'm just going to follow the clever victors, and to hell with the little ones who stab in the back, I'm the Schönbrunn of the Duchy of Lothar!!"

After shouting, Aramis gasped for breath and barely squeezed out a smile at Luo Ming.