"Guys, look at my research!"

Constantinople was particularly lively today, and an old craftsman with gray hair gathered in a hall for a monthly meeting.

At the beginning of the meeting, an old man with age spots on his face stood up excitedly.

The people who were communicating stopped talking and looked at him.

I saw that the old man was raising his hand proudly, and in his hand there was a bullet wrapped in paper.

"Guys, after my research on the Daming bullets, I have figured out how they work."

The old man first put the bullet in his hand on the table next to him, then clapped his hands, and the two soldiers carried a large wooden plank to the podium.

Under everyone's gaze, the old man walked to the side of the plank, drew a stick, and began to explain.

On the wooden board is the anatomical diagram of the fixed bullet used by the Ming Dynasty, although the drawing is somewhat abstract, but anyone who has seen the Ming bullet present can recognize it at a glance.

"According to my research, their bullets are made up of a total of 5 parts."

Knocking on the wooden board, the old man said proudly: "The first is the bullet, which is the main item to kill the enemy, and the second is the bullet shell, which is forged from copper, according to my research, the reason why Daming chose to use copper to make the bullet shell is because the toughness and lubricity of copper are very strong, and after the bullet is fired, pull out the bolt so that the bullet will not jam and malfunction." ”

"Of course, there may be other factors in this, but I'm still researching and I believe it won't be long before there are results."

"And the third is the propellant."

As he spoke, he took out a cup and poured out some granular sand.

"Daming's gunpowder does not choose a powder type like us, but is made into this granular type."

"According to my research, making gunpowder into granules can better make gunpowder burn and exert greater kinetic energy."

"I don't know how they do it, but I mix it with egg whites and gunpowder, and it works as well."

"And then there's the fourth and fifth, and most importantly, the firing device."

As he spoke, he pulled out a model with one side recessed.

"This is the enlarged shape of the Daming firing device, which contains a white transparent powder, I haven't worked out what it is, but according to my observations, it should be a mixture of several drugs."

The crowd below was speechless for a while.

You haven't even researched it, and you're talking a piece of.

Ignoring everyone's disdainful eyes, the old man continued: "Although I haven't researched what kind of firing medicine Da Ming used, I have researched the same item from strong acid and other items, which I call thunder mercury. ”

As he spoke, he took out some powder, and knocked it lightly under everyone's gaze, and with a bang, the powder burned instantly.

In an instant, everyone's eyes widened, and the Ottoman officials who were in charge of managing this place were pounding with excitement.

Seeing the shocked expressions of everyone, the old man smiled proudly and beckoned to a soldier, who hurried over and handed over a repaired Daming rifle.

"This is a Ming rear-loading rifle, and I'm going to use it to test the bullets I make."

"I have to say that in terms of making guns, we are very far behind the Ming Dynasty, and gentlemen who study guns still have to work hard."

The old man loaded the bullets and despised the craftsmen who studied the guns.

Hearing this contempt, the faces of the old men in one area instantly pulled down, and it was obvious that they were studying guns.

"I originally thought at the beginning, with the same copper-shelled bullet as Da Ming, I thought that what Da Ming could do, we could also do."

"However, I overestimated myself, the bullet casings seem simple, but they are actually very troublesome to manufacture because we can't make uniform standards."

"The rear-loading gun is very tightly closed, if the bullet is not standard, it is easy to cause air leakage, so the power of the bullet flying out will be greatly weakened, and it may even be inferior to the front-loading flintlock pistol."

"In desperation, I thought of another kind of bullet we captured, that is, the paper shell bullet used in the second-generation rifle called by Daming."

"But the paper is so frictional that it would be very laborious to stuff it into the chamber of a gun, even if it was a standard size."

"So I had a brainstorm and thought of using oil as a lubricant to successfully create a bullet that belongs to our Allah Alliance."

While explaining, the old man also loaded the bullet in his hand into the chamber of the gun.

With everyone watching, he raised his gun and aimed at a target that had been prepared long ago.

"Bang!"

A puff of smoke came from the muzzle of the gun, and a hole appeared in the wall next to the target.

The old man handed the gun to the soldier next to him and shrugged his shoulders at the crowd, "Obviously, I'm not a good soldier!" ”

"Hahaha......"

A burst of laughter rang out in the auditorium, accompanied by loud applause for the craftsman who had researched the bullet.

The old man nodded at the crowd, and with a look of arrogance on his face, he returned to his place.

"Mr. Rocard, your research is very good, and I am sure that Your Majesty will be very happy to know this news, and will also give you a corresponding reward."

The official in charge of the craftsman came over and gave the old man a heartfelt greeting.

The old man smiled and nodded, "This is what I should do, but this is just the beginning, if you can give me the corresponding funds and manpower, I believe that I will soon be able to solve the problem of bullet casings, and even make a better bullet than Daming." ”

The official nodded happily, "Don't worry, before dark, the funds and materials will come to your studio to report." ”

"Good..."

Just as the two were communicating, there was a burst of applause, and the interrupter interrupted the two.

The old man was instantly unhappy in his heart, today is his highlight moment, does anyone dare to steal his limelight?

Looking up at the middle, the old man's eyes narrowed sharply, and the officials on the side also widened their eyes.

I saw a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes on the podium, showing his research results.

This is a heavy machine gun, a restored heavy machine gun to be exact.

In the applause, the middle-aged man waved his hand, glanced at the old man who was staring at him, and said lightly: "According to our assembly department, after more than a month of hard work, we finally assembled this repeating gun from a pile of parts. ”

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

There was an instant round of applause and applause below.

The middle-aged man pressed his hand slightly, and said with a smug expression: "Not only that, but we also drew structural drawings and set the dimensions." ”

"In our estimates, as long as we solve a few small problems, we can produce our own manufacturing."

"In addition, there is actually a certain degree of difficulty, and that is the problem of ammunition supply."

"But this problem has been solved by Mr. Rocard."

The middleman smiled and signaled to the old man, in front of so many people, although the old man was robbed of the limelight and was a little unhappy, he still stood up very face-saving and nodded with a smile.

"Bang Bang..."

Fierce applause rang out again, and everyone celebrated that Allah was once again strong.

"Bell ......"

However, just as everyone was about to visit the heavy machine gun and see this powerful thing, a burst of alarm bells rang, making everyone look out the window in confusion.

"What's going on!"

The official in charge of Constantinople frowned, and was about to go out to inquire, when he suddenly heard the roar of a train.

Then, before he could wonder, a laboratory in his sight turned into a pile of ruins in a burst of firelight.

"Damn, it's an enemy attack, it's an enemy attack......"

The official's heart tightened, and he turned to the precious researchers and shouted loudly for them to flee for their lives.

If something else is gone, it can be produced again, and if the workers are gone, they can be recruited again, and if these experienced craftsmen are gone, then they are really gone.

"Mr. Lomod, Mr. Lomod... His Majesty the King... There are important orders to be delivered! ”

Just as the official commanded the craftsmen to flee for their lives, a dusty herald rushed over and shouted loudly in the official's ear.

"What's the matter, hurry up..."

The officer instructed the soldiers to protect the craftsmen and asked the heralds around them.

"His Majesty the King informs you that the Ming side has sent a navy to escort the army, and wants to attack Constantinople, so that you can send all the equipment and craftsmen and gentlemen away to equip the production base."

Hearing the herald's words, the officer turned his head to look at him like a fool, pointed to the skyrocketing explosion outside, and roared, "Bastard, do you think I need your notice now?" ”

"The target has been recalibrated, put!"

On the sea next to Constantinople, eight ironclad ships lined up, aiming at the Constantinople research base faintly visible in the distance, frantically venting cannonballs.

At the docking position, the landing craft were loaded with soldiers, and they quickly approached the shore.

The Ottoman defense troops on the shore, although they were a little panicked by the sudden attack, still stubbornly launched a counterattack.

The artillery built on the cliff wall fired shells desperately, trying to stop the landing Ming troops.

It's not that they don't want to fight the roaring warships, but their poor range can't reach them at all, so they can only hit the landing craft that are approaching.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The simple landing craft, dodging one shell after another, quickly approached the shore.

Soon a landing craft reached the shore, but due to the high speed, the bow of the ship hit the reef on the shore.

"Hurry up and ......"

A squad leader jumped waist-deep into the sea and shouted loudly for the team behind him to move forward quickly.

They were the Fourth Regiment of the Marine Corps, and after several years of overseas wars, they became the first batch of landing personnel with rich experience in landing operations.

Under the shouts of the squad leader, the soldiers didn't care about some big wind and waves, and quickly jumped into the sea one by one, followed the captain in front, and waded through the sea water to the shore with difficulty.

"Shoot!"

"Bang ......"

Constantinople was an important base for the Alliance of Allah, and its defense was naturally an important object of Omrad's arrangement.

Omurad stationed an elite army of 30,000 men here in the hope that in case of danger, these soldiers would buy time for the precious craftsmen.

These elite soldiers, who also lived up to Omurad's expectations, entered combat positions one after another at the moment of the appearance of the enemy.

Although the enemy's artillery fire was fierce, and dozens or even hundreds of soldiers died with each explosion, none of these people retreated.

They rushed to the shore under the command of the officer, and waited in a queue quietly for the marines to land.

When the first group of marines rushed to the shore, the Ottoman soldiers defending Constantinople did not hesitate to pull the trigger on the orders of the officers.

A puff of smoke drifted through with the sound of gunfire, and rows of bullets hit the shallows, splashing water.

"Fight back..."

A captain who led the team, seeing that the sea water had reached his knees and no longer affected the soldier's shooting, immediately raised the third-generation rifle in his hand and gave the order to shoot.

Fierce firefighting began on the beach, and with each burst of gunfire, people on both sides fell on the beach or in the water.

"Kill!"

After several rounds of fire from the other side, the Marines finally rushed to the beach.

"Get on the bayonet, kill!"

The distance between the two sides was less than 30 meters, and the Ottoman officer did not order the soldiers to reload and shoot, but directly gave the order to fight the stab.

In an instant, the sound of killing rang out, and the soldiers on both sides loaded their rifles with bayonets rushed towards each other frantically.

"Grenades!"

However, when the two parties were still more than ten meters apart, the captain of the team on Daming's side suddenly roared angrily.

I saw dozens of soldiers behind him, took out the grenade that had been hidden behind him, pulled the lead and threw it at the opposite side.

"Boom boom boom..."

The violent explosion brought up the sand and dust on the beach, and the crazy shot of shrapnel instantly harvested a large area of life.

"Kill!"

Before the dust from the explosion had fallen, the captain roared angrily and rushed straight forward with his bayonet.

"Jingle ......"

The bayonets collided wildly, splashing sparks, and from time to time there was a muffled snort from the fierce battlefield, and a man fell to the ground covering his wounds.

At the beginning of the 20th century, there was a very famous saying that whether an army can be regarded as elite depends on whether the army dares to meet the enemy's bayonets.

Only the regiments that really dare to meet the enemy's bayonets and fight to the death are the best troops.

However, this sentence does not work very well for the current two.

Because these two troops were converted from the cold weapon troops, bayonets were red, and hand-to-hand combat was what they would have been able to do.

However, the era of cold weapons has finally passed.

As the rifle in the hand of one of the officers was knocked out, the pistol at his waist was pulled out, and the first shot was fired, and the dominoes seemed to open on the beach.

The officers who fought with the enemy with bayonets remembered that they still had pistols for self-defense.

The battlefield of the stabbing scene instantly rang out bursts of gunfire, and a brave Ottoman soldier fell to the ground, and the Ming army, which was significantly smaller in number, gradually occupied the top

When the next group of landing soldiers came ashore, the Ottoman side finally couldn't withstand the pressure and began to rout, and the Ming army just chased and killed them.

"Notify the troop carrier to dock, and the artillery shoots in depth and accidentally injures our own people, then it will be a joke."

Jiang Han, who was in charge of this command, took back the binoculars and gave the next combat order with a smile.

As can be seen from the smile on his face, he was very satisfied with the outcome of the war under his first command.

(End of chapter)