Autumn in Roswell came a little later than usual.

From the outside, there is not much difference except that the sun is not as strong as before.

The main background color of this world is still earthy yellow.

And in Roswell's chamber, a quarterly meeting of Roswell's Science and Technology Committee is taking place.

This so-called science and technology committee was proposed by Chen Jianqiu.

Originally, it was intended to attract scientific and technical talents from all walks of life.

But because Roswell's environment was so harsh, Holmes sent out no response to the invitation.

So far, in addition to Holmes, there are only three inventors of the gunsmithy.

The Maxim brothers, Browning.

Naturally, this quarter's meeting turned into an internal meeting of the Roswell Gunsmith Factory.

Holmes looked bored at his research on geological improvement, and he felt that the subject needed more of an agriculturist or engineer to study.

Helleren Maxim yawned, having stayed up late last night working on the blueprints of his heavy machine gun.

Although Chen Jianqiu told him that the test shooting effect was very good, he also said that some areas could be improved and improved.

And his older brother, Hudson Maxim, is doing a report on his own research with a fluttering eyebrow.

He was very proud.

Chen Jianqiu has applied for a patent for smokeless gunpowder, but it has been changed to a very inconspicuous name, and the effect has been reserved.

He had just gotten the patent share of the smokeless gunpowder that Chen Jianqiu had given him.

In his words, the smokeless gunpowder produced by Roswell is reliable, excellent, and mass-produced.

In addition, he is working on how to put up a production line for explosives in Roswell, because the railroad will be connected to Roswell next month.

Chen Jianqiu, who was sitting on the main seat, dragged his chin and looked at Hudson Makqin who was speaking, but he was thinking about other things in his mind.

Although kerosene sells well, New Mexico is a frontier and sparsely populated, and Mexico on the other side of the border is not a rich place.

Railroad financing is substantial, but the Lincolnshire to Roswell railroad is under construction and requires a lot of capital.

Recently, I have opened a bank and run a detective agency, and the demand for funds is still quite large.

In addition to using Sanjiang Bank to finance himself, he decided to increase the sales volume of the ordnance factory.

Need a hit.

But the civilian demand for the Makqin heavy machine gun is small, and he doesn't care about the military, and he doesn't want to sell it to these people for the time being.

The Jeronimo of the border have not yet completed their historical mission.

If at this time, a few Makqin are erected on the town where the federal army is stationed, then the US-Mexico border will usher in long-term peace and stability.

This is something that Chen Jianqiu does not want to see at this stage.

He is ready to take a patent in a low-key manner, export it first, and then export it for domestic sales.

Several large colonialists in Europe obviously need such things even more.

"What about Browning? Where did it go? ”

After Hudson Makqin's debriefing, Chen Jianqiu suddenly realized that there was one person missing from the meeting.

"I don't know, this guy seems to be tinkering with something himself." Helleren Maxim yawned and looked resentful.

Ever since the machine gun was largely formed, Browning was not very interested in improving things, but went headlong into his studio.

"It's coming! Here it comes! ”

Say Browning, Browning arrives.

The door to the council chamber was opened, and the gunsmith walked in in a suit, and behind him, Li Sifu was holding a long thing wrapped in a cloth.

The people in the room, including Chen Jianqiu, all raised their heads.

"Put it on the table, put it on the table." Browning gestured to Li Sifu.

Li Sifu made a "bang" and threw the package on the table.

"Tap! Tap! Browning grumbled as he went to remove the cloth from the package.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this brie must be a gun.

"New guns again?" Chen Jianqiu asked with a grin.

"yes." Browning's hands kept moving, and his mouth spoke of his recent achievements as if he were chanting:

"Smokeless gunpowder is a good thing, it is powerful, the smoke is small, the shooting is more concealed, and it will definitely replace black powder as the main reloading charge for future bullets."

As an inventor of firearms, he has a keen insight and perception of the development of firearms.

"It's going to be a revolution."

"If you are one step late, you will be preempted by others, so the top priority is to develop bullets and firearms filled with smokeless gunpowder."

"But time is too tight, and I can only change it on the existing rifle."

"Since the energy of smokeless gunpowder was much higher than that of black powder, the recoil generated according to the original charge would be difficult for the firearm and the shooter to withstand, so the caliber of the projectile was reduced to 8 mm, and the length of the cartridge case was shortened to 50 mm."

"At the same time, I borrowed the latest armor technology and changed the bullet to a copper armor lead core bullet."

At this point, Browning had already uncovered the cloth bag in his hand.

A long rifle, lying inside.

Chen Jianqiu leaned in to take a look and was happy.

Isn't this Lebel 1886?

Although the details are different, the design ideas forced out make the two surprisingly similar.

Sure enough, history is an accident that constantly produces necessity, and it is unthinkable that when all the conditions are met, Browning designed the world's first smokeless gunpowder bullet rifle designed by a French designer a few years later.

"This gun Browning asked me to test." Camila walked in from outside the council chamber, "The range and power are very good. ”

"I'm already going to change my gun." She said with a smile.

"Yes, this gun has an effective range of at least four hundred meters, and the maximum range is more than one thousand sixteen."

Looking at Browning's triumphant appearance, Chen Jianqiu covered his face.

"Tubular magazine, isn't it?" Chen Jianqiu said while rubbing his face.

"Ah, yes, tubular magazine, what's wrong, are there any other ways to feed bombs?" Browning picked up the rifle in his hand and asked puzzled as he admired his work.

"Round-headed bullets, aren't they?" Chen Jianqiu was still rubbing his face.

"That's right, if it's not a round-headed bullet, it's easy to hit the front primer and go off." Browning couldn't wait to give his boss a basic education in firearms.

"Next time you try the box, and then play it with a pointed tip." Chen Jianqiu finally finished rubbing his face and said.

"What does a box look like?" Browning was confused.

"I'll draw you a diagram when I get back."

Chen Jianqiu can't draw drawings, but he has seen it, so he can still draw schematic diagrams.

This is not something that spans several eras, and these genius gunsmiths know it all.

"And this gun?" Browning looked at Chen Jianqiu, a little unwilling.

"This gun is mass-produced, take it out and sell it." Chen Jianqiu said, "With our guns, we have to use our bullets; If you want to use our bullets, you have to make our guns. ”

"No matter how bad this gun is, it is also the first rifle to use smokeless powder bullets."

"Then, go ahead and change it, believe me, after the change, the performance of this gun will be much better than it is now."

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and said to Camilla, "I suggest you still look forward to the improved model." ”

"Okay!" Browning's invention was recognized and he was very happy.

As for improvements, he wasn't worried at all.

He's used to it.

"By the way, what's the name of this gun?" Browning asked.

"Take whatever you want, just don't take it with me." Chen Jianqiu lay on a chair with his hands behind the back of his head.

"Okay, let's call it Roswell M1882."

(End of chapter)