021 Beijing camp test gun

West Hill Camp.

Zhang Weixian had just dealt with the more than 90 members of Dingguogong's family who were crying wolf, and they were sitting in the big tent of the Chinese army drinking tea with Wang Chengen, several general soldiers, and deputy generals. Since the Zhu Di Dynasty, the eunuchs of the supervising army have been the standard in the Ming Dynasty army, and both the father-in-law and Zhang Weixian are quite adaptable.

After two major battles, the Beijing camp is no longer the original three major battalions. Zhang Weixian didn't count it, and he was surprised after the count. The three major battalions, which claim to have 100,000 soldiers and horses, now have less than 20,000 people on the list, and less than 5,000 people can really raise swords and guns. Seeing the tragic situation of the whole family of the Dingguo Prince's Mansion being thrown into the three major camps and horse farms by Wei Zhongxian, Zhang Weixian was even more worried in his heart. Wang Chengen, Wei Zhongxian, Li Ruolian, the emperor sent these three people over, is it just to lock up a Dingguo Gong? Zhang Weixian himself thinks that if anyone thinks like this, it is really a bit naïve.

He just wanted to get close to Wang Chengen, but he heard a rapid sound of horses' hooves, and Wu Zhi, the eunuch of Bingbi beside the emperor, turned over and dismounted, and shouted loudly at the door of the tent:

"The emperor arrived, Xuan Zhang Weixian, Wang Chengen, the commander-in-chief, deputy general, and staff general of the warrior battalion went out of the camp five miles to greet him."

Hearing this, Zhang Weixian hurriedly ordered people to beat the drum and gather the generals.

He himself sat at the top of the Chinese military tent. After a drum, Zhang Weixian began to clench his fists and count on his fingers. Until the fiftieth breath, there were no more than fifteen guerrilla generals in front of the tent, with bright armor and neat attire. Zhang Weixian shook his head helplessly, and was about to speak, when a small servant broke into the festival hall in a panic with a long knife in his hand, looking for his confused general in a strange way.

"Liu Changliang."

"The lower officials listen to orders."

Zhang Weixian couldn't mobilize the people in Beijing, so he could only station the 100 personal guards he brought from the palace next to the Chinese army. Liu Changliang is an old military officer, and when he saw the room full of panicked people, he pouted with disdain, and then calmly knelt on one knee in the face of Zhang Weixian in accordance with military etiquette, and after saluting with fists with both hands, he bowed and stood in front of him.

"Trespass into the camp, slash!"

Liu Changliang waved his hand, and a big man guarding the corner of the Chinese military tent hit the back of the little guy's head with a knife handle. The other dragged the little guy's scalp out like that.

"I am a retainer in the mansion of Zhu Chunchen, Duke of Chengguo, please be merciful to Uncle Zhang's subordinates." The shouting was a general, who was hanging the long knife sent by the servant to the waist of his armor.

Zhang Weixian didn't pay attention to it, and the people in the Dingguo Mansion were still wailing in the horse pen, and you still rushed out to die, it's my business. Zhang Weixian didn't look at him, and said to Liu Changliang:

"Immediately take the king's personal guards, first close the surrounding entrances and exits, and I'll arrive later."

"Obey."

These retainers brought by Zhang Weixian are already elite soldiers and strong generals in the house, and Liu Changliang is from the original Yulin Wei Baihu, although he is a little older, but the kung fu in his hands has not been pulled down.

He flew on his horse, led a hundred guards, and galloped towards the outpost of the camp.

"Those who have finished wearing armor, get on the horse with this king to meet our emperor." After waiting for the three-way drum time, seeing that there were still only these few people present, Zhang Weixian didn't wait any longer, rode the military horse led by the house slave, adjusted it slightly, and galloped five miles away from the camp. Because they had not ridden horses for a long time, the short distance made Zhang Weixian, Wang Chengen and more than a dozen generals out of breath, and Zhu Youzhen signaled them to pant first before speaking.

At this time, Zhang Weixian saw that the emperor was wearing a light bright yellow dragon running casual clothes. Standing vaguely next to the emperor were Yuan Chonghuan, Sun Yuanhua and two military generals whose names could not be named.

"Sun Yuanhua is a student of Xu Guangqi, originally a literati, but now he has also been made to look like a general." Zhu Youzhen did not mean to enter the camp immediately, but pointed to Sun Yuanhua to introduce Yuan Chonghuan. There is no first in the text, there is no second in the martial arts, and Yuan Chonghuan is looking at the emperor's face, so he gives a gift.

"It's only been a few days since the British accepted the three battalions, what is the situation, to be honest, I know better than you, and I'm not in the mood to watch it today, just to find a place for me, I'm here to test the artillery."

Hearing this, the British Duke breathed a long sigh of relief. He is not very afraid of the blame, as long as the person in the upper position knows the normal law of things.

"Please ask the emperor to take a break from the Chinese army, and the ministers and Lord Sun Yuanhua will settle down for the artillery test." The British Gazette said.

"Done. I haven't ridden a horse for a long time, and it's a bit unbearable. Zhu Youzhen regretted a little, when he left the palace, he didn't listen to everyone's advice, and insisted on riding horses with everyone, even if these people were a little humble in secret, his thighs were also grinding to a hot pain.

An hour later, Zhang Weixian came over and invited him to the school field.

Turning into the school gate, hundreds of people came and went around the four cannons, only the sound of footsteps, the sound of flags being blown by the wind, no one spoke, no one even coughed, Zhu Youzhen rubbed his eyes, feeling as if in a dream. Four cannons were placed in the middle of the school yard, which was not expected by Zhu Youzhen, that is, two Hongyi cannons and two Franc cannons introduced by Xu Guangqi and Sun Yuanhua through the Portuguese in Macao during the same period of history.

"No, the pitch angle of the gun body is half a degree smaller, and the positioning time is half a quarter slower." Sun Yuanhua shouted loudly, holding a strange-shaped gun in his hand.

At this time, from the dozens of battalion soldiers who were carrying the cannon body and pushing the cannon pad, Yuan Chonghuan was standing sweating profusely, he also walked to the side of the cannon body and squinted at it, and waved his hand at these little soldiers: "Come again according to Lord Sun's request." He turned around and worked with the minions on the heavy cannons.

Zhang Weixian looked at Sun Yuanhua and asked, "Master Yuan has let go of the cannon, and it seems that he agrees with your opinion, but I think you and his method are different." ”

"Well, I'm going to make it easier." Sun Yuanhua knew that this was asking for the emperor beside him, "Master Yuan is based on his own experience. I've made a gun gauge here specifically for measuring. At the same time, I use my own pulse to keep time, and that's all a little experience of my own. ”

Such a cannon in later generations accustomed to all kinds of advanced weapons Zhu Youzhen seems quite primitive, looking at the triumphant Sun Yuanhua, Zhu Youzhen playfully took a dagger from the hand of the brocade guard next to him, and drew a classic Napoleonic cannon and a loading diagram on the ground. Well, at this time, it is really inappropriate for Sun Yuanhua, who loves to learn, to think deeply.

In line with the principle that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, Zhu Youzhen pushed him away from a safe distance as much as possible.

Light the fire rope and boom ............ In the earth-shattering roar, the two shells each hit the target about 1 mile away, but fortunately, they did not learn the ability to cheat by burying gunpowder in the target area. When the generals in the army were still shocked by this new cannon like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Zhu Youzhen was calm, and there was too much waste of gunpowder.