"His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, great joy, great joy!"

After staying for an afternoon, when the train was assembled and Zhu Zhangui was about to go back to report the situation to the old man, a craftsman rushed over.

"Hey, Master Wang, what's such a surprise, your daughter-in-law gave birth to a big fat boy for you."

Seeing that the person who came was Master Wang from the ammunition room, Zhu Zhangui laughed and teased.

"Hehe, Your Highness, you are laughing, I am so old, if my daughter-in-law has a big fat boy again, it will not be a surprise, it will be a shock."

Master Wang also smiled in a very good mood, and then excitedly took out a paper bag from his arms and slowly opened it.

The evening sun shone on the paper bag in Master Wang's hand, and the items inside refracted the sunlight and emitted a golden glow.

"This is!"

Zhu Zhangui was shocked in his heart, and his hand trembled slightly and pinched a yellow columnar item.

It's a bullet.

It is not the kind of paper shell firing bullet that the Ming Dynasty is equipped with now, but a metal shell that is very close to later generations.

"You've made it!"

Feeling the coldness of the bullet, Zhu Zhangui's heart was extremely hot.

Metal bullets.

For thermal weapons, all kinds of firearms are actually just derivatives, and it is actually bullets that really make weapons powerful.

Under the guidance of Zhu Zhangui's advanced thinking, the Ming Dynasty has now developed many advanced weapons.

It has been mentioned before.

The guidelines for the weapons of the Ming army are, use one generation, prepare one generation, and study one generation.

With the large-scale equipment of the second-generation rifle to the Shenji battalion and various special departments, the newly prepared first-generation weapons have been put on the agenda.

After Zhu Zhangui's consideration of the productivity of the Ming Dynasty, he did not come up with an assault rifle, but first equipped with a bolt rifle from World War I and World War II.

After consideration, in terms of next-generation weapons, Zhu Zhangui chose the Japanese-style 38 rifle.

Although Zhu Zhangui has a national plot, he has to admit that the weapon of the little devil is really good.

The long barrel and bayonet are the best stabbing weapons, coupled with strong accuracy and penetration, in this era of common armor, *** rifles are much better than other rifles.

Now in the Daming warehouse, there are a lot of new 3rd generation bolt rifles stored, just waiting for Master Wang and others in the ammunition room to develop metal fixed ammunition.

But this wait is more than a year, and there has been no good news.

Just when Zhu Zhangui thought it would be a few more years, Master Wang and others finally sent a surprise.

"Yes, Your Highness, we have finally succeeded, and we have simply produced them, these are the samples of them, and some have just come out, so I will show them to you."

Master Wang stroked his beard with a smile, and at the same time did not forget to praise another hero.

"All this is thanks to Master Zhou Xuan of the steam engine, without the help of their steam engine, it will really take a while for us to develop a unified model of metal bullet."

With the current craftsman ability of Daming, there is no problem in hand-manufacturing metal bullet shells, and the problem is that due to hand-made, the model cannot be unified and mass-produced. ….

Now with the help of the steam engine, this semi-mechanization, they finally solved the problem of metal-shelled bullets.

"Let's go, let's see!"

Zhu Zhangui, who was excited, said hello to Zhou Xuan next to him, and then pulled Master Wang to the ammunition room in a hurry.

Before he could get there, as soon as he reached the courtyard of the ammunition room, he heard the sound of machinery running.

On the chimney of a huge room next to it, smoke was still billowing out, and steam was coming out of the cracks in the room from time to time, which should be the room where the steam engine was installed.

Zhu Zhangui was excited, and while responding to the greeting masters, he walked to the rows of slow-running machines.

At this time, the production of ammunition was still half

In a mechanical state, the steam engine was responsible for the manufacture of shells, the assembly of warheads and gunpowder, which also required human hand-making.

Zhu Zhangui inspected the steam engine workshop where the bullet casings were made, and nodded with satisfaction.

After inquiry, the ammunition room can currently produce thousands of rounds of ammunition per day, and if it runs non-stop for 12 hours, it is still no problem to produce about 3,000 rounds of ammunition per day.

Don't feel less, it's just lab production.

If it is completely finalized, Zhu Zhangui will build the first bullet production workshop of the Ming Dynasty as soon as possible, and strive to let the Daming Shenji Battalion officially enter the era of modern weapons within three years.

"Get me a chain!"

Coming to the bullet assembly workshop, Zhu Zhangui looked at the neatly stacked metal bullets in the box in front of him, and rubbed his hands with some excitement.

The ammunition workshop made the bullets into three models.

One is rifle cartridges, the other is machine gun cartridges that will consume a lot in the future, and pistol cartridges for officers and special arms.

What Zhu Zhangui wanted to take away was machine gun bullets.

Due to the fact that the machine had just been put into operation, and because there were not many people, not much ammunition was produced, only fifty or sixty rounds.

But, that's enough.

The bullets that Zhu Zhangui wanted to bring, together with the water-cooled heavy machine gun that was hand-assembled in the laboratory, announced to the old man and all the generals that the era of cavalry was over.

With Zhu Zhangui's guidance experience, Daming's weapons production will naturally not take all kinds of detours.

The first type of heavy machine gun in the Ming Dynasty is the Makqin water-cooled heavy machine gun, but it now has a new name, the Ming Yongle Shenwei heavy machine gun.

Under the busyness of Hu Yu and others, the 60-round heavy machine *** was loaded into the bullet chain.

Zhu Zhangui cautiously reached out and picked up the bullet belt, just like the first time he picked up his son, so careful and excited.

After praising the masters of the ammunition room and telling them to continue production.

Zhu Zhangui rode out of the door on a horse with a bullet, and at the same time asked Hu Yu to summon all the generals in Beijing in the name of the emperor and go to the palace to wait for the martial arts field.

The horses galloped all the way, and Zhu Zhangui even forgot the rules that the palace could not at least have, and rushed excitedly to the study room where the old man was.

The old man, who was correcting the recital, frowned when he heard the sound of horses' hooves outside.

And just at this time, I went outside to ask about the little snot and walked in from the outside.

"What's going on? Who dares to ride a horse in the palace?"

"Back to Your Majesty, according to the report of the people below, it is His Royal Highness Taisun, according to their observations, His Royal Highness Taisun seems to be very happy, it seems that he has encountered some happy event, and he seems to be holding something in his arms, and he is rushing here." ….

During this time, the old man's temper was a little bad, and the little snot wanted to help Zhu Zhangui cover it up, but looking at the old man's cold face, his heart trembled, and he told the truth.

"Hmph, I'm getting more and more presumptuous, do you really think I won't dare to hit him?"

"Come on, go get that stink..."

Hearing that it was his grandson, the old man who had nowhere to fire in his heart in the past few days was directly angry.

threw the piece in his hand on the table, the old man shouted angrily, and asked Zhu Zhangui to hold down and hit the board, and Zhu Zhangui rushed in with the bullet in his arms.

"Grandpa, grandpa, we succeeded, we succeeded!"

Seeing that the culprit was coming, the old man was about to slap the table and get angry, but when he saw Zhu Zhangui's expression of joy as if he had eaten bee feces, he muttered a little in his heart.

Although this stinky boy is disobedient, he is also very stable in his work, and now he is so happy, did he really encounter any happy events?

"What makes you like this, and you dare to ride a horse in the palace, believe it or not, I will find a whip to whip you to death!"

Zhu Zhangui didn't care about the old man's displeasure, and quickly ran to the old man's imperial case, and put the canvas bullet chain on the old man's table.

"It's—"

Looking at the golden bullet chain in front of him, the old man was a little confused

。

It's not that he doesn't know about metal bullets, in the old man's mind, paper shell bullets are very good, and they are also very cost-effective, and they are also very easy to use, why do you have to waste financial resources to research metal bullets that waste precious metals.

For this phenomenon, Zhu Zhangui is also helpless.

This is not just the old man who thinks so, many people who have used guns think that paper shell bullets are already the best, and feel that making bullets from metal is a waste.

Zhu Zhangui doesn't know how many times he has explained this phenomenon, but these people have never seen the horror of machine guns and do not know the horror of automatic weapons, so they don't think about it at all.

"This is the metal bullet, the best companion of the Terminator of the Cavalry."

Zhu Zhangui picked up the bullet chain and solemnly introduced the old man.

The old man chuckled and shook his head.

This stinky boy's brain is dizzy, and the musket is certainly powerful, but it is still a little worse to deal with the cavalry that comes and goes like the wind.

Seeing that the old man didn't care, Zhu Zhangui didn't bother to explain.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing.

Only those who have seen the horror of machine guns can understand the power of this weapon.

Holding the bullet chain with one hand, Zhu Zhangui pulled the old man with the other hand and walked towards the door.

"Grandpa, you haven't seen the horror of this weapon with your own eyes, and you won't feel anything I say."

"I'm not going to say anything now, you go see for yourself first, and then talk about whether this metal bullet is worth it."

Seeing Zhu Zhangui's anxious appearance, the old man shook his head helplessly, but still walked along.

He wanted to see how powerful the cavalry terminator that this little cub said, a weapon that crosses the ages.

There is a martial arts arena in Jinling Palace, which is where the old man exercises on weekdays.

When the grandfather and grandson arrived, the heavy machine guns had not yet arrived, and the generals had not arrived.

Zhu Zhangui did not wait idly, but asked the eunuchs to put all kinds of bottles and jars and a few pairs of armor on the wall in the distance. ….

The first to arrive was the escort battalion carrying heavy machine guns.

Since the gatekeeper had suffered losses in this regard before, the gatekeeper was very strict with this weapon-like thing.

At first, the guards were not allowed to pass, but later they reported to the place, and Little Snot went over in person, so that the guards came in with machine guns.

Looking at the bulky heavy machine gun, the old man frowned slightly.

It's too bulky for one or two people to get rid of, so it's obviously not practical.

Zhu Zhangui attached great importance to this shooting, and he directly started it himself.

While he was fiddling with the machine gun, the generals in Beijing also rushed over.

"Dad, what kind of gun is the eldest nephew fiddling with, why does it look so weird."

Zhu Gaosui, who had just returned from the Northern Battlefield a few days ago, put his hands in his sleeves, looked at Zhu Zhangui who was fiddling with a heavy machine gun suspiciously, and asked the old man in a low voice, what the hell is this?

Sitting on the chair, looking at the old man who had already fallen to the sun, he squinted and glanced at the generals who were curious and pricked up their ears and said lightly.

"The little cub said that this is a cavalry terminator, and with this weapon, the cavalry can withdraw from the stage of war."

"Hehehehe..."

Instantly a burst of laughter rang out.

What are the jokes about the withdrawal of the cavalry from the stage of war?

Cavalry is the ace of war in various countries, and without cavalry, how can we fight in the future.

Regarding the laughter behind him, Zhu Zhangui was too lazy to care.

These old hats don't understand the lethal power of automatic weapons, and they don't understand the horror in them at all.

The heavy machine gun in his hand has turned the northern grasslands, which have been in turmoil for countless years, into a kind people who can sing and dance, and their abilities can be imagined.

"Click!"

As the bolt was loaded, Zhu Zhangui took a deep breath and waved his hand at the old man and the others.

Everyone saw that Zhu Zhangui was ready

, under the leadership of the old man, curiously surrounded him.

Of course, no one is stupid enough to stand in front of a gun, and no matter how stupid they are, they know that this thing can kill.

"Let's get started, little cubs, everyone is busy."

After looking at the heavy machine gun, the old man, who didn't see anything, waved his hand casually.

He even added a sentence at the end.

If this weapon does not reach the level that Zhu Zhangui said, Zhu Zhangui will be determined by this board in the Zongma Palace.

"Whew!"

Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling it, Zhu Zhangui glanced at the people squatting behind him, and through the aiming ruler, he aimed the muzzle of the gun at the bottles and cans and broken armor placed on the wall hundreds of meters away.

"Dada..."

As the trigger was pressed, a long tongue of fire erupted from the muzzle of the heavy machine gun, while the tip of the barrel vibrated and sprayed flakes of water mist.

"Crackling... Puff puff puff..."

The metal bullet rain swept towards the bottles and cans hundreds of meters away, and for a while the crockpots cracked, and the walls were full of smoke.

Those pairs of armor were even more struck like broken copper and iron.

For a heavy machine gun, a few dozen rounds are just a matter of an eye.

When the last bullet was fired, the roaring heavy machine gun stopped, and white water vapor came out of the barrel. ….

Reaching out and taking off the earbuds, Zhu Zhangui turned his head to look behind him.

The scene was as he imagined.

From the old man to the onlookers, the boss with wide eyes and open mouths stared blankly at the mess and the scowled walls in the distance.

"This... This... This..."

Zhu Gaosui, who was standing next to the old man, did not have the squinting eyes he used to have, his small eyes were round, and he stammered in his mouth and didn't know what to say, so he could express his current mood.

"Boom!"

One of the veterans swallowed his saliva, looked at the heavy machine gun in front of Zhu Zhangui, and thought about it again, the scene of this guy's power just now, he couldn't help but sigh.

"If you put this thing in front of a phalanx, it's not a war, it's a massacre."

"That's right, it's slaughter, this thing fires bullets so densely, and the penetration is very strong, you see that the wall is exposed, no matter how thick the armor is, it can't stop it."

"No wonder His Royal Highness Taisun said that this thing is the terminator of the cavalry, there are one or two of these things on the chariot, and those cavalry of the barbarians of the northern steppe are not killing and playing like slaughtering chickens and dogs."

Zhu Zhangui glanced at the old frame unexpectedly, but he didn't expect that there were still people here who could use their thinking and think about putting the machine gun on the chariot.

"Tut-tut, if you put a few of these things on the level, the enemy won't be able to rush in even if there are 100,000 troops."

"Say you're old and confused, you still don't admit it, with this thing, who the hell still guards the level. We have this kind of big killing weapon, and the land of all ethnic groups in the world is not where we want it."

"Yes, it's a pity that this thing appeared too late, if there was such a thing during the Northern Expedition, how could it be necessary to send hundreds of thousands of troops and millions of people, and tens of thousands of troops would be able to sweep the entire grassland."

"Grandpa, this thing is exciting enough, ouch!"

Hearing everyone's sighs, Zhu Zhangui was just about to give the old man a kick, but was kicked aside by the old man.

Then the old man pounced directly on the heavy machine gun, stretched out his trembling hand and stroked the heavy machine gun, as if stroking a peerless beauty.

"Good thing, good thing!"

While praising him, he also scolded Zhu Zhangui.

"You little stinky, why don't you take out such a good thing, when I fight Arutai, I want to have 10 of these heavy machine guns, and Lao Tzu can destroy him with 1,000 soldiers."

Zhu Zhangui, who was kicked to the side, was speechless.

This old man, you think I don't want to bring it, but the problem is that I really didn't have it at the time.

"Still there

What the hell, load me with bullets, I'm going to try!"

Touching the old man who played with the heavy machine gun, as if he had found a fresh toy, he rubbed his hands excitedly, followed Zhu Zhangui's example, shook the heavy machine gun from side to side, and pressed the trigger with his fingers.

But after fiddling with it, and seeing that there was no reaction, he kicked Zhu Zhangui next to him again, telling him to quickly load the bullet, and he wanted to try it himself.

"It's gone!"

Zhu Zhangui spread his hands.

"What's missing?"

The old man didn't react for a while, and looked at Zhu Zhangui suspiciously.

"The bullets are gone, and dozens of bullets have been produced in the ammunition room, and they all made me bald just now." ….

"I..."

The old man, who was looking forward to shooting refreshmently, was stunned for a long time, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Then the old man was angry again, got up and kicked Zhu Zhangui's ass violently.

"You little cub, I'm the emperor or your grandfather, you're patronizing yourself, you can't let me try my hand too, I'll kick you stinky boy to death."

"Haha, the emperor beat him hard, patronizing himself is refreshing, and he doesn't let us experience the experience, we really deserve to be beaten."

Seeing that the imperial grandson was beaten, these veterans, who were already old enough to care for the elderly at home, not only did not come forward to persuade each other, but laughed out loud next to them.

"Ouch, ouch, don't kick, don't kick, there's something new..."

After taking a few kicks, Zhu Zhangui hurriedly got up and hid to the side, shouting that there was still a new weapon, so that he could avoid the old man's kick.

Zhu Zhangui understood in his heart.

The old man didn't kick him just for the trivial matter of bullets, the main reason was that the old man had been unhappy during this time, but he couldn't find a reason to beat Zhu Zhangui, so he took this opportunity today to kick a few kicks to relieve his anger.

"Humph!"

"If you have it, you won't take it out!"

After kicking a few feet to relieve the anger in his heart during this time, the old man snorted coldly with satisfaction.

As soon as they heard that there were new gadgets, the veterans were also gearing up one by one, looking forward to waiting for the emperor to experience it.

Zhu Zhangui waved at the guard with the gun next to him, and the guard stepped forward and handed over the third-generation rifle to Zhu Zhangui.

Zhu Zhangui took the platoon loaded ammunition handed over by the guards, and while loading, he introduced it to the old men and generals who surrounded him.

"This is our third-generation rifle, which I named the Yongle Type 17 rifle, and the gun is 4.08 feet long (0.311 meters per foot)."

Taking the bayonet handed over by the guard and sticking it into the muzzle, Zhu Zhangui continued.

"With the addition of the combat bayonet, the total length reaches 5.4 feet, which is almost as tall as a soldier."

"The magazine can hold five rounds, and the bolt structure can fire continuously, with extremely high accuracy and penetrating power, which is the best weapon against all kinds of armor."

"The maximum range of the gun ruler can reach 1,500 steps, (1.2 meters per step in the Ming Dynasty), and the effective killing distance is about 200 steps!"

The data of this gun is still very different from the 38 rifles of later generations, and the main reason is in gunpowder.

Daming is now equipped with ammonium nitrate gunpowder, which is still a little less powerful than that of later generations, so the ammunition is much closer in terms of range.

After presenting the approximate data of the gun, Zhu Zhanguila loaded the bolt, aimed at a complete clay pot in the corner, and pulled the trigger.

With a "bang", the clay pot broke directly.

Immediately, under the surprised eyes of everyone, the bolt of the gun was opened, and the bullet casings that were still emitting gunsmoke bounced out, and the gun was loaded again, aiming and shooting.

"Bang bang bang!"

After four gunshots, Zhu Zhangui handed the gun to the old man who had already walked over.

The old man didn't speak, thinking back to Zhu Zhangui's actions just now, he asked for a row of bullets from the guard, and clumsily loaded them into the chamber.

"Bang bang!"

Five more gunshots rang out, but four missed.

Didn't do it

Fa is old, and now that the sun has set, it all depends on the surrounding torches and lanterns for lighting, and it is already good to be able to get a shot. ….

The old man, who did not look embarrassed, touched the solid wood rifle in his hand, and looked at Zhu Zhangui's eyes, full of pride and pride.

This is his grandson, his future heir.

His choice was not wrong back then, if he had chosen Zhu Zhanji at the beginning, I am afraid that all this would not have befallen Daming.

"How long can you equip the troops?"

Touching the rifle in his hand and looking at the heavy machine gun at his feet, the old man's fiery fighting spirit burned again.

The other veterans are also gearing up one by one, looking forward to Zhu Zhangui saying good news, and then before he dies of old age, he will follow the old man to the battlefield again.

"It will take at least three years before it can be mass-packed to the troops. These *** manufacturing is very troublesome, all are handmade, the slowest is the rifling problem, we only have a carving knife, processing rifling all depends on it. The rifle side is okay, it can produce about 500 units a month."

"But it's a heavy machine gun!"

Zhu Zhangui patted the heavy machine gun at his feet, "This one is more troublesome to build, there are many parts in it, and they all need to be carefully produced, so it took dozens of craftsmen to study this one for more than half a year to get it."

"Although I have experience now, it will take a month to make a stick before it is completely finalized."

"In my vision, if we want to manufacture all kinds of weapons on a large scale, we need at least seven years or so to build."

"That is to say, it will take at least 8 years for all my troops to be replaced with this kind of weapon, and before that, I can only guarantee the use of the Shenji Battalion and some special forces."

In an instant, everyone present suddenly deflated again.

They couldn't wait.

The veterans present were all gray-bearded, and many of them felt that their days were not far away, and it was estimated that when Daming was fully equipped with this kind of weapon, they would almost be in the ground.

"So long?"

The old man was also a little disappointed.

He will retire in a year next year, after all, the words have been released, and it is impossible to regret it.

Coupled with the second child, his energy is getting worse and worse than before, and sometimes he hears the call of his father and wife in his dreams.

He couldn't wait that long.

Although Arutai in the north was defeated, those steppe forces also retreated to the far north, waiting for another opportunity to counterattack in the future.

The old man didn't want to leave this heart problem to his son and grandson, and he wanted to solve it together when he reigned next year.

"Gather all the craftsmen in this field and join in the research and manufacturing."

The old man gritted his teeth and turned his head to look at Zhu Zhangui, "I'll give you two months, and I want 10 of these heavy machine guns, 3,000 new rifles and plenty of ammunition before February 2."

Looking at the old man's expectant eyes, Zhu Zhangui couldn't bear to refuse, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, after the train is tested, I will personally go over to help, and I will definitely meet your requirements before February."

Seeing that the eldest grandson agreed, the old man smiled and patted Zhu Zhangui on the shoulder.

"The north is grandpa's heart disease, and those remnants ran to the north, and if they don't solve them, grandpa will die and can't close his eyes."

Touching the weapon in his hand, the old man looked at the far north, and said in his heart: ....

"With these weapons, there is no need to use a large army for this expedition, the Shenji Battalion is enough."

"Haha, the emperor is right, with these weapons, the tens of thousands of grassland barbarians are not enough for us to kill."

The veterans nodded in agreement, and some of them even shouted that they wanted to go to the battlefield with Zhu Di one last time.

Looking at these former old buddies and feeling their expectant gazes, the old man laughed, threw the rifle in his hand to the little snot, grabbed a few old guys and said:

"Okay, we old guys, let's go to the battlefield one last time."

"When this battle is over, let's take care of the elderly at home and hand over this Ming country to the next generation."

With that, the crowd burst out laughing.

Looking at the bright moon that had risen in the east, the old man was in a very good mood today, and he didn't let many old friends go back, and dragged them to drink.

Looking at a group of old guys walking side by side, talking and laughing, Zhu Zhangui showed a yearning gaze.

I hope that in the future, when I am old, I will have the same group of old men to talk to me.

"What are you doing there, little cub? If you can't run, come over and wait for us to pour wine!"

The old man, who had walked for a while, saw that there was no Zhu Zhangui by his side, glanced back, looked at Zhu Zhangui who looked at them with a smile, and couldn't help laughing and scolding.

"Come on, here we go!"

Zhu Zhangui smiled happily and followed up.

ps: A few brothers have been asking me, did that warlock have any foreshadowing, okay, I'll tell you here, each of my characters is useful, the role of this warlock, not only in the Han King scene, but also later. I can't say more, I can only answer you three words, the Black Death.

。.

Xun Yan