"Firearms do have their advantages."

Zhuang Liren said.

"It's huge, the cost of mass production is lower, and mortals can use it in a few days......"

"But there are also a lot of problems."

He handed the arquebus to Hong Fan and pointed to the burning arquebus in the chuck.

"Taking Zhanzhou as an example, whenever the Sea Tribe lands, it will inevitably concoct continuous rainy weather."

"Especially in the key wars, there are torrential rains every time, and firearms are completely unable to play."

The word "concocted" made Hong Fan's heart sink when he heard it.

Even in past lives, human beings were limited in their ability to intervene in the weather.

"It's better over there in Shengzhou, but it can only be assisted."

Zhuang Liren continued.

"Have you ever seen a plague of locusts?"

He turned around and asked suddenly.

"I haven't seen it, but I've heard of it."

Hong Fan replied.

"I saw it a few times when I was younger."

Zhuang Liren recalled.

"In the western Xinjiang of Shengzhou, when the insects came over, it was like a plague of locusts, overwhelming, unintentional, and fearless, and it was a tide."

"It's pointless to put the thing you have in your hand that can only be fired once in half a day, and it makes no sense to put it over there."

"Explosives and artillery are better, but the former is disposable, and the latter needs to be cooled and cleaned up after firing, and it can only fire six or seven rounds in half an hour - probably better than nothing."

"In the final analysis, whenever the insect tide reaches the city, it is still necessary to solve the problem with heavy armor and iron knives."

He sighed.

Hong Fan bowed his head silently.

At this moment, the arquebus he was holding in his hand was actually not far behind.

Complete mechanical aiming, granulated gunpowder, carton shell assembly, trigger firing......

Compared with the shotguns of the Ming and Qing dynasties, they are already more sophisticated.

However, even in the last world, from the fifteenth to the eighteenth century, the cavalry was the ruler of the field.

Artillery certainly flourished in the Napoleonic era, but its role was more to undermine formation and morale.

In the Battle of Valmy in the French Revolution, a total of 100,000 Franco-French and Franco-French troops fired 20,000 shells at each other, resulting in more than 300 casualties among the French army and 180 casualties among the Prussian army.

This is again the European artillery of 1792.

In the face of an enemy whose morale does not collapse, the lethality of solid shells is indeed limited.

"To be honest, firearms should be more useful in northern Xinjiang."

Zhuang Liren cleaned up his mood and changed the conversation.

"It's just that Zhenbeiwei has always done things on his own, so as long as the situation is not serious, the imperial court will never support ordnance."

"You may not know that we have to pay the full price for the cement we ship here to there."

He smiled.

"I've just said it to the outside world."

"Internally, our human race descended from the sky from the ancestral dragon, and all dynasties and dynasties have established the country with martial arts."

"Firearms are not valued, and the most important thing is that they have little effect on the warriors."

Zhuang Liren retrieved the musket and stroked the straight barrel.

"This gun is handmade by a master craftsman, and it can be called a masterpiece."

"But even then, twenty feet away is not accurate; Whether you can hit 30 zhang away is not so much by aiming, but by making up. ”

"In addition, ammunition loading and activation are too cumbersome."

"It's okay to practice fire attribute exercises like this."

"Is it difficult for other martial artists to carry a fire fold with them, and light the fire rope before the fight?"

"Compared with martial arts, firearms are too restrictive, and in the final analysis, they are not as good as martial artists."

Zhuang Liren made a natural conclusion.

Hong Fan did not refute.

He, of course, knew the potential of thermal weapons.

But what Zhuang Liren said is still likely to be right.

The martial arts of this world can really turn decay into magic.

Tianpeng Mountain Dou Emperor broke the mountain with one palm.

The Martial Saint Baili corpse hit a desert.

As for the source of all martial arts, the ancestral dragon is even more of a visitor from outside the world.

It must be known that before he crossed, the humans of the other world were far from having the ability to travel interstellarly.

The second is a human being, and Hong Fan is already a member of the warriors.

However, at this moment, many figures surged in his heart.

It's not a martial saint, it's not a celestial.

is his mother "Ke'er", whose life is unknown and whose death no one asks;

It is a warrior in Jinhai City who is not qualified to practice martial arts, but has shed blood at the head of the city;

It is the fisherwoman in Wang Mincai's case, who has no name and no surname and no one to explain to her......

The way of martial arts, one person ascends to the sky, self-sufficient.

This is the path of genius and dragon heir.

Where is the path of mortals?

Hong Fan is a star monarch, so he doesn't need to think about this problem.

But after all, he has been a "mortal" all his life, so he has to think.

Hong Fan let out a long breath.

"Zhuang Gong, this gun is indeed bad in a thousand ways, but at least in the face of the snake man, it will definitely come in handy."

"Why don't I use it in Liangzhou?"

He asked, looking up.

"I can't say no."

Zhuang Liren replied.

"Zhanzhou is a firearm that has been tinkering for a long time, but for Quan Dahua, this is still a new thing."

He noticed Hong Fan's mood change and pulled away his smile.

"You understand the practicality and the difficulty of doing things."

"Not to mention technology, skilled workers, raw materials."

"Let's just say that below the state department, how many craftsmen and how many trading houses are involved in the manufacture of bows and crossbows?"

"It's secondary."

"The most important thing is that the defense pressure in Liangzhou is very small."

"Before this spring, from Tongguang to Huaiye, it has been peaceful for many years."

"Especially Jinhai, when the Sand Gong is still there, he can even sweep in the swamp in turn."

"If there is no danger in the big place, there will be no motivation for the Liangzhou camp to bring forth the new."

Zhuang Liren said it so carefully that he didn't get tired of it.

"How so?"

Hong Fan only felt that the confusion that had accumulated for a long time since this year was surging for a while.

"Isn't it a credit that the border cities can have fewer casualties?"

"Who gives the credit? And against whom? ”

Zhuang Liren shook his head and asked.

"The foundation of Dahua is not at the top."

"There will be an ancestral dragon in the world, and then there will be Dahua; There is Dahua, and then there are all the peoples. ”

"If the benefits are below, what is the merit?"

The words are solemn.

Hong Fan froze in place.

He finally realized what he had done wrong.

For more than a year, many of his understandings of society are still based on the previous life, following a bottom-up logic - first the people, then the country, and then the king.

However, Dahua really has a god.

The reason was not complicated, and Hong Fan figured it out almost instantly.

So many questions are answered.

Why are there so few garrisons in the border areas?

Why is the Xiao court better at home than outside?

The martial arts are prosperous, why do the warriors never mention expanding their territory.

Because how much territory the human race occupies, it may not be in the hearts of the people in the first place, and it is not in the national strength......

It's just the casual words of the gods.

It's easy to understand, it's very logical.

But Hong Fan instinctively rejected it, so that there was a little pain in his heart.

The two men walked back to the warehouse with guns in hand.

Zhuang Liren is in front, and Hong Fan is behind.

Silence all the way.

Gunpowder and lead bullet were locked back into the wooden box.

And finally, the arquebus.

At this time, Hong Fan finally couldn't help but speak.

"Zhuang Gong, I want to make firearms."

"Please help me!"

He said.

The sound is particularly difficult, like ashes, but also like sparks.

"Why is it so heavy?"

Zhuang Liren asked.

This was the first time he had heard Hong Fan say the word "ask".

"Tianhe is just on the right track, isn't it too sudden?"

"No, I'm by no means hot-headed."

Hong Fan said with unprecedented solemnity.

"I really don't know much about the specific manufacture of firearms, but this direction has been in my mind for a long time!"

"Take that arquebus as an example, I already have some scattered ideas, although it is not systematic, but it can definitely be used as a reference."

"Then tell me about it."

Zhuang Liren smiled back and handed over the musket.

Hong Fan took it and settled down.

"Like this arquebus."

He said, pulling the trigger.

"Ignition is troublesome, you have to constantly adjust the chuck, and you are afraid of water."

"Shall we replace the fire rope with flint and ignite it with the sparks that come from the friction?"

Zhuang Liren got serious.

"Another example is that lead bullet is not accurate."

Hong Beom continued.

"Is it possible to create spiral rifling in the chamber of a gun that guides the spin of the lead bullet and increases ballistic stability — like a spinning top?"

"And reloading."

"Now it's loaded from the front, so troublesome; Wouldn't it be more convenient to add an iron bolt to the rear end of the barrel and make it foldable? ”

He almost impatiently pulled the words out of his stomach.

When Zhuang Liren heard this, he understood that the other party was indeed not on a whim, but really valued firearms.

"I see."

He was silent for a long time before replying.

"Hong Fan, your talent in attainment and reasoning is much higher than mine."

"But for this matter, you begged me for the first time."

"I have to help you."

The words were full of laughter and helplessness.

"There is an order from the imperial court, and the people are prohibited from making firearms."

"In this way, you will join forces with the state department and open a new commercial bank."

"Then I can find a way to transfer a few craftsmen and masters in charge of firearms manufacturing from Zhanzhou to come over and set up a personal affair."

Zhuang Liren made a commitment.

Hong Fan couldn't suppress his joy and bowed heavily.

"Don't be in a hurry to be happy yet, I have to say the ugly things first."

Zhuang Liren smiled bitterly.

"First, the state department only provides technology but not money, and you have to pay the principal required for the operation of this commercial bank."

"Second, don't ask me for help in the sales of firearms - whether it's the Liangzhou camp, the guard or the city defense department, you have to find someone yourself."

Hong Beom agreed without hesitation.

The business had to start from scratch, and it didn't require much initial capital.

The remaining 5,000 per month is more than enough.

As for the market.

The Jinhai City Defense Division has Hong Cheng, and Shakou Wei has Hong Wei.

The Liangzhou battalion now also has Liao Zhenghao, who served as a guerrilla general from Sipin.

As long as the overall performance of the musket is better than that of the bow and crossbow, the soldiers will naturally make a choice.

And that's the last thing Hong Fan worries about.

(End of chapter)