At dusk on the second day, after the army set up camp, Zhu Quan came out of the tent and was about to go back to his tent to eat, when he suddenly heard a loud "bang", as if something had suddenly exploded. Turning his head to look, he saw a big tent curtain not far from the left, and the three old men coughed and ran out, and couldn't help but be curious, and walked towards them with Xu Ying and Ma Sanbao.

When he walked in front of him, he saw an old man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, his face was as black as a smoke and fire, and his appearance was vaguely familiar, after careful identification, Zhu Quan realized that he had several encounters in Yingtian, and Fan Wengang, the director of the Firearms Department of the Ministry of War, who watched him demonstrate firearms in the school field, and the two old men who bowed to him on the side were Wei Ming, the director of the Bow and Crossbow Division, and Li Tingsong, the director of the Armor Division, who often quarreled with Fan Wengang.

Zhu Quan hurriedly stretched out his hand to help them up, and said with a smile: "After many days of separation, the three of you are okay." ”

Fan Wengang stretched out his sleeves to wipe the fireworks on his face, stood up and said with a smile: "There is nothing else, it is that this Liaodong is cold, the three of us followed Marshal Feng Sheng's army all the way, and the clothes are thicker and thicker." "It turned out that the three of them were ordered by their boss Qi Tai, the squire of the military department, to follow the army on an expedition to Liaodong, so as to improve according to the disadvantages of firearms, bows, crossbows, and armor in actual combat.

Zhu Quan pointed to the filth on Fan Wengang's face and said with a smile: "What's going on?" ”

"It's not the old guy who caused a mess, I told him to go outside and fiddle with the firecracker, he was going to tinker in the tent, and when he put the gunpowder on it, it exploded." Wei Ming, the head of the bow and crossbow division, rushed to the road angrily. They were very familiar with Zhu Quan when they were in the sky, and they felt that His Royal Highness King Ning was approachable, so they were more casual in their words, and they didn't see Zhu Di, the king of Yan, so restrained.

Zhu Quan couldn't help laughing when he heard him say this, recalling that when he was in Gyeongju, Lan Yu's soldiers shot countless Yuan troops with the "Divine Arm Bow" strong crossbow at the head of the city, and many war horses also fell to the ground with a bang under this powerful crossbow arrow, and felt the importance of these sharp weapons for the two armies to fight, and heard that Fan Wengang was fiddling with the fire gun, and was curious, so he walked towards the tent with them. Oriental || .com

As soon as they entered the tent, there was a choking smell of gunpowder, and Zhu Quan and Xu Ying couldn't help frowning. Ma Sanbao hurriedly lifted the curtain and hung it up, so that the smell of gunpowder smoke in the tent would dissipate earlier.

Fan Wengang looked a little embarrassed on his face, and said: "Just now I was putting gunpowder into the fire gun and stuffing it tightly, but I didn't expect that under the excessive force, it would have exploded, but fortunately I haven't loaded the lead yet, otherwise I'm afraid that I will hit myself." ”

Zhu Quan stretched out his hand and picked up the thin iron rod filled with gunpowder, picked up the fire gun on the side, pounded it twice, frowned and asked, "What are the shortcomings of the fire gun, you can tell me about it." ”

Fan Wengang sighed, and was about to speak, when his colleague and friend beside him, Li Tingsong of the Armor Division, suddenly smiled: "The old man doesn't know much about the strengths of firearms, but the disadvantages are clear.

"Oh, count them and hear them." Zhu Quan smiled. Fan Wengang knew that these two old friends liked to quarrel with him, and when he heard Li Tingsong deliberately exposing his shortcomings, he couldn't help but glare at him.

Li Tingsong said slowly: "Firecracker, artillery, these things, the most troublesome thing is that it is very laborious to load ammunition, a gun, a shot, a shot, you have to fiddle for a long time before you can fire the next shot, and when filling gunpowder, you have to be light-handed, if you use too much force, it will explode, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will hurt your own people." ”

When Zhu Quan heard him say this, he thought to himself: In fact, the firearm is the ancestor of the next generation of guns, although the structure of the firearm is simple and crude, far less precise than the gun, but the principle is general, it is to use the explosive force of gunpowder to shoot bullets and hurt people. Thinking of this, he suddenly turned his head to Ma Sanbao and said, "You go and bring the four treasures of the study." ”

After Ma Sanbao had polished the ink, Zhu Quan used a brush to draw a rough outline of a submachine gun he had seen in military training when he was studying in school before. Seeing such a thing on the paper, his face was also a little hot, and he said in his heart: Fortunately, these people are not elegant scribes, otherwise this Danqing bald pen would have to make people laugh and lose their teeth. Dong#Fang#Net .com thought so in his heart, coughed lightly with a solemn face, and said, "This is a more complicated firecracker. ”

The onlookers looked at each other, turned their heads to look at the long stick-shaped fire gun on the ground on the side, and looked at such a strange-shaped thing written by Zhu Quan, King of Ning, all of them with suspicion on their faces, and it was obvious that the shapes of the two things were too far apart, and they couldn't think of a bunch of them at all.

Fan Wengang was the head of the Firearms Division, and his thoughts were more active, and he suddenly thoughtfully pointed to the position of the arc-shaped magazine and said, "I understand." ”

Zhu Quan was distressed by the suspicion of others, and was overjoyed when he heard it.

Fan Wengang said with a smile: "This crescent-shaped place is just grabbed by hand, and I think it is a handle to better grip." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gestured.

Zhu Quan heard that he actually regarded the magazine loaded with bullets as something like a handle, and he was almost so angry that he turned his back on it.

Wei Ming coughed and asked, "Your Highness, your firecracker is made entirely of iron, right?" ”

Zhu Quan was only in military training before, and when he saw the platoon commander who was responsible for training himself dismantling in person, he listened to him explain the principle of firearms, and he also knew nothing about it, recalling that most of the submachine guns seemed to be made of metal, so he only nodded reluctantly.

Wei Ming stretched out his hand and picked up the fire gun on the ground, frowned and asked, "This fire gun weighs more than ten catties, your one seems to be afraid of these three or four sizes, if it is all made of iron, is it less than thirty or forty catties?" I'm afraid it's not convenient to use. ”

When Zhu Quan heard him say this, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and said in his heart: This painting is too abstract, and it is difficult for them to understand the principle, it seems that they have to make a model of a specific image point. After that, he turned around and Xu Ying, and Ma Sanbao left.

Wei Ming and Li Tingsong didn't believe it in their hearts, and when they looked at each other, they were a little secretly funny, and they still said yes on their faces. Fan Wengang looked down at the "fire gun" drawn by Zhu Quan on the piece of paper, thoughtful.

After returning to his camp tent and having a hasty dinner, Zhu Quan summoned Jing Jun, Sima Chao, and Ma Sanbao to the front and gave them a strange order, whether it was stealing, robbing, or planting, anyway, go to the barracks to get a few bamboos and come back to pay errands, otherwise don't want to sleep tonight.

An hour later, the three of them finally stole three yellowed bamboos from the vehicle responsible for escorting grain and grass, and ran away while His Royal Highness King Ning was happy. His Royal Highness was squeezed by the three strange old men of the military department today, moody, who knows what strange military orders will come down, if you let you go to the barracks to steal some strange things, call the patrol sergeant to capture, and eat a military stick will be wronged.

After late at night, only Zhu Quan and Xu Ying were left in the tent.

Zhu Quan recalled that when he left Fan Wengang and them, Wei Ming and Li Tingsong, the two old guys had hateful expressions on their faces, which were obviously unbelieving but submissive, while cutting the bamboo fiercely with the knife in his hand, he said in his heart: Try to make things look like them.

Xu Ying knew that he was so strong by nature, and he was suspected of dislike today, so she stretched out her hand to poke him, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, it seems that you have a grudge against bamboo." ”

Zhu Quan raised his head, his heart was very warm, and he said: The first thing I saw when I came to this world was her, who lived and died together for so long, even when others doubted me, she was also by my side. smiled: "Believe it or not, there is such a powerful firebolt, a sudden burst, can kill a piece of enemies." As he spoke, he picked up a three-foot-long bamboo and made a submachine gun firing motion.

Seeing that he was doing something serious, Xu Ying couldn't help but feel a little funny in her heart, nodded and said softly, "I believe it." ”

Zhu Quan knew that she was duplicitous, and he couldn't get angry, he faintly smelled the faint fragrance of her body like an orchid and musk in his nose, and suddenly wanted to take revenge on her, so he suddenly stretched out his hands to hug her slender waist, deliberately pretended to have a three-point evil smile on his face, and said, "Let me kiss the letter." ”

Xu Ying was caught off guard and hugged him, couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, her face was flushed, her heart was like a deer, she stretched out her hand to push him away, and fled into the royal tent that she had occupied.

Zhu Quan's face was also a little hot, and he secretly regretted his Meng Lang in his heart, and wondered: Why did I come to this ancient society, and after being a prince for a long time, I became more and more like that Gao Yanei.

Xu Ying was lying inside, seeing Zhu Quan's figure shaking under the light of the fire on the tent, and it was obvious that he was still fiddling with the extremely powerful fire gun he said, and he was slightly amused in his heart, and said: This kid is sometimes so cunning that he is simply incredibly cunning, and sometimes he is so stupid that he is stunned, which is really unpredictable.

Zhu Quan fiddled for a while, and then made a rough model of the firearm with bamboo, magazines, barrels, triggers, crosshairs, everything, the bamboo joints in the "barrel" were pierced with red-hot iron rods, and even a small bamboo stick was stuffed with a stone as a bullet to make a rough model of a bullet, so as not to pick on the three bad old men when they explained tomorrow.

Lying on the carpet and looking at the bonfire, Zhu Quan thought a lot in his heart, and suddenly felt relieved of the suspicions he had received from others during the day, and thought: In fact, it's no wonder that they, after all, there is a difference of hundreds of years in knowledge, and a lot of science and technology in our descendants are not based on the accumulation of these countless ancient ancestors? Even if it is a rocket that carries satellites into the sky, doesn't it also learn from the experience of the ancients, and if the vision of future generations for hundreds of years accuses these smart ancestors of being "narrow-minded", it is like standing on the shoulders of giants and saying that giants are short, which is even more ridiculous. I also don't know from which person with no historical knowledge jumped out of the mouth of a person who has no historical knowledge that the phrase "foreigners use gunpowder to make guns and cannons, and Chinese use gunpowder to make firecrackers." Isn't this the ancestor of the gun, really?

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