In the Yongzhou army, Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong were affectionately called the "own son" of the lord's family by their comrades.

Within a year, from going to public school, special operations training, and joining the army with exception, from grooms to artillery army, and then to the Liangzhou army instructor, he ran to the musket camp again.

The revolving lantern is not as fast as you!

No matter how much you joke, Zhao Zilong's intelligence is obvious to all. No matter what he does, he can do it at first sight, and he can also play it well, and he can't accept it.

Therefore, some people suspect that he is the reincarnation of Ye Qiu.

Zhao Yun never plays with vain when he does something and loves everything.

Since he served as the Chief Commander of the Musket Battalion, in addition to doing his job well, the Lord Bus gave him a mission.

Check for shortcomings and fill in leaks, and increase the combat power of the officers and soldiers of the musket battalion as much as possible, so that it can generate greater lethality.

And Liu Bei gave Gongsun Mingzhu's ideas to him as a topic.

"If you can solve the problem of slow fire speed of the musket and erratic heads outside thirty steps, you can transfer to your post."

The lord left, and the new lady of the sharpshooter also left. Zhao Yun looked at the muskets and ammunition and decided to try his marksmanship first.

Swish, two figures rushed over.

"Boss! Brother Zilong!"

Zhao Yun knew as soon as he heard this, there was no one else except for the sleeves and bags.

Ma Dai was injured, but this kid insisted on being a hero, and he grinned in pain and refused to let Ma Xiu be more beautiful than before.

Zhao Yun kicked Ma Xiu and scolded him, "What's the point of running so fast? Can't you give in a little?"

Ma Xiu disagreed and would not die if he had any external injuries.

"Hehe, he is showing off his own power, blame me?"

Seeing Zhao Yun’s serious expression, Ma Dai asked, “Brother Zilong, why are you here in the gun camp again?”

"Why!"

Zhao Yun was quite helpless. Who knew what the lord thought?

Since I couldn't figure it out, I simply didn't want to, picked up the gun and aimed at the target.

"Bang!"

Not even hurt the root hair.

"Hahaha! Light board, off-target! Hahaha!"

Two and a half-old boys laughed heartlessly.

Zhao Yun was too lazy to take care of the pair of live treasures, grabbed the second shot, recalled Gongsun Mingzhu's posture, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The projectile flew past the edge of the gun target, splashing some debris.

“Mush…”

Ten shots, six shots hit the target, but the number of rings is not high.

"Tsk tsk, boss, this is not OK. Any musket camp is better than this."

Zhao Yun glanced at Ma Xiu and asked, "You can do it, can you go?"

"I'll be the one I'll be there! I'll definitely be better than you!"

After loading the ten guns, Ma Xiu aimed at them with one eye and shot calmly.

“Mush…”

When eight shots hit the target, the average number of rings was higher than that of Zhao Yun.

With the strength, Ma Xiu was naturally proud.

"Boss, how about it? Isn't it okay?"

"It's really good!" Zhao Yun praised, looking at the target and asked, "Why can you fight accurately?"

Why? Why?

Ma Xiu was inexplicably confused.

Zhao Yun asked again: "Why are you more accurate than me?"

"Has Brother Zilong been under too much pressure recently? Or let Doctor Hua show it?"

Zhao Yun was unmoved, looking at the bullet holes on the gun target, thinking about various possibilities.

Ma Xiu said, "You can practice more. Practice this thing makes perfect. It can't be luck, right?"

Zhao Yun picked up the gun again, red hardwood, metal barrel, and various accessories polished to shine, which can be called a work of art.

Ma Dai found that the "big brother" was really considering the issue of accurate heads, so he said, "Brother Zilong, this thing is just a small hand cannon. If the shells are shot, they are not accurate heads. They can only rely on experience to estimate them."

There was no clue for a while, so Zhao Yun had to put it aside for the time being.

"Where is Chaozi? What are you busy with?"

Ma Dai said quickly and immediately said, "Meizi asked him to help sew a large cloth bag."

What? Zhang Mei sewed the cloth bag? Do you need Ma Chao's help?

Zhao Yun brought the Ma brothers to the scene. Sure enough, a group of people were sewing and repairing the ground.

When he got closer, Zhao Yun realized that this "skin" was really not small, and it looked at least two or three feet in a radius.

It’s not that big to make a leather raft, right? Could it be from the sea?

But with warships and sea ships, it would be too irritating to cross the sea with leather rafts.

In fact, Ma Chao was not a female worker, but instead brought soldiers to help organize the big skin. The female worker couldn't move that thing.

"Brother Zilong, are you here?"

Zhang Mei greeted with a smile.

Ma Chao quickly called out, "Old Zhao is here just right, please help me. I have to go back and take a look."

He had long been impatient with the female worker, so he took the blame for Zhao Yun. Anyway, you two will be a family in the future, so we won’t get involved.

Zhao Yun looked at the "behemoth" and asked curiously: "What is this for?"

Maxima Dai also asked curiously: "What does Meizi do?"

Zhang Mei patted her skin and asked with a sly smile: "You guess."

Ma Dai blurted out: "It's so big, it's probably leather tents, and the tents of the rabbit tents on the grassland seem to be round."

Ma Xiu disagreed and immediately retorted: "Any tent must have a door? Look, there is no crack on it, can you dig a tunnel and get in?"

Zhao Yun couldn't guess it, so he said, "I really can't guess it, just tell me."

"Oh God! The lord said that once this thing is made, it can carry people to fly clouds and fog, or even embrace the moon in nine days, which is no problem."

Ma Dai immediately laughed and said, "Haha! Meizi, just blow it! This thing can go to heaven, I call you sister!"

Zhang Mei immediately seized the opportunity and said to Zhao Yun and Ma Xiu: "You all heard it. You can't let the bag cheat at that time!"

Seeing that Zhang Mei was full of confidence, Zhao Yun immediately asked, "Can you really go to heaven?"

Zhang Mei pursed her lips and said, "Wait for a while, and then try it after checking."

When he heard that it was really possible to "fly" the sky, Zhao Yun and Ma Xiu also helped flip the skin.

Only Ma Dai was not timid and kept muttering.

He really couldn't understand what the relationship between such a heavy skin and Feitian.

After a while, the entire skin sac was thoroughly inspected, and all the sutures were tightly sewn and very strong.

Zhang Mei directed the soldiers to use a blower to inject air into the skin. Soon, a large balloon gradually took shape and was then connected to a high wooden frame around.

At the entrance of the skin, a large oil lamp was burning.

At this time, not only Zhao Yun discovered, but even Ma Xiu and Ma Dai could see that this was clearly a super-large "Xuande Lantern".

Alas!

Ma Dai was stunned.

He has done a lot of "Xuande Lantern" himself, and he can successfully take off every time and fly to the sky.

Ma Xiu quipped, "Baozi, are you stupid? Surrender quickly and lose half of it!"

"This, can this be carried by people? God can't get out of here. It's too dangerous, right?"

Zhang Mei smiled and pointed at the soldiers, who were bolting four extra-long leather ropes onto the skin.

"It's a success if you take off the air for the first time, you'll get ten feet above the ground."

Yes, it is tied with a rope and can be taken back at any time, Ma Dai is about to cry without tears.

As the air inside the skin heats up, the skin bulges and swells, becoming a real hot air balloon, and the four teams of soldiers could hardly hold it back.
To be continued...