Chapter 1449: Wheel Gun

After finishing the blunderbuss dance, the flat pot once again put the blunderbuss beside him and stood at attention: "It's over!"

"Okay-" More than a dozen classmates cheered together.

Pei Yan, the foreman, smiled and said: "You really have a skill, but you have to teach the brothers."

Bian Guan said: "Brothers, if you like it, you can practice it for two or three months and you will be good at it."

Pei Yan glanced at the soldiers around him: "Don't mess around. If the gun falls to the ground with the muzzle facing down, you will be thrown out of commission."

"We'll order a batch of replicas from the blacksmith shop another day, and then we'll be able to get used to them."

Bian Guan said: "I am familiar with the craftsmen's shops in Beijing, so I don't bother my brother. I will get some in two days. Will ten be enough?"

"That's enough!" Pei Yan said: "By the way, I see that my brother is very familiar with the equipment. Can you adjust the gun?"

Bian Guo nodded: "I know a lot about it."

Pei Yan took another gun and said, "Look, I can't shoot accurately with this one."

Bian Guo looked at the gun: "It needs a polarizing mirror for calibration. I didn't bring it with me today, but brother, this gun needs maintenance. Let's do the maintenance first and go to the school field for calibration tomorrow."

With Pei Yan at the beginning, the rest of the soldiers also became more energetic: "My..." "And my..." "My team is not strong either..."

Bian Guan said: "Then bring them all, as well as gun oil and gauze strips."

Magic weapons are precious and precious. Soldiers usually protect them like treasures without even thinking of dismantling them.

Bing Guan took his own blanket and spread it on the low table. He put Pei Yan's magic gun on top and dismantled it into pieces on the table.

Pei Yan was so frightened: "Brother...this...you..."

Bian Guan said: "Usual simple maintenance cannot be done on the trigger and the inside of the gun. Brother Pei, look, there is too much dirt inside."

Talking non-stop and using hands, Bian Guan introduced the names of various parts to everyone, wiped them clean, and then installed the parts back one by one, quickly restoring Pei Yan's magical gun to its original state.

Pei Yan took the gun, pulled the bolt, and clicked the trigger: "Hey! It's much lighter."

Bian Guan said: "Firing the gun from an empty gun will damage the gun. Brother, please don't do it next time."

Pei Yan chuckled: "Brother, that's right..." When he saw that there were more than a dozen magic guns piled up on the table, he couldn't help but get angry: "What are you doing? Are you going to let Brother Su sleep? Take it.

Take everything away! Let’s take our time..."

Bian Guan smiled and said: "No, I just wanted to let everyone see the disassembly and assembly steps clearly, so it was a little slow. It will be quick next time."

Next, the fast-forward mode of the flat can was turned on. The disassembly action dazzled a group of soldiers. Pei Yan quickly greeted: "Everyone does it. You don't know how to disassemble and assemble. You can always wipe the sludge. You can't bother Su with everything."

Brother, take action!”

So everyone took gauze sliver gloves and started working together. The flat cans only needed to be explained simple maintenance techniques, and they could basically be learned in one go.

Soon, more than a dozen magic gun guns were maintained and new, and two of them were left in the flat jar on the table: "Which brother is interested in coming to practice?"

"I'll do it!" Pei Yan was very enthusiastic this time: "Brother, please give me some guidance!"

The drummer just now also raised his hand: "I'm here too, brother, my name is Zhang Jie, we've made this friend!"

The other dozen or so people were also eager to try it, and Bian Guan said: "Tomorrow I will draw a picture, and we will post it in the dormitory and look at it every day. After we see how skilled it is, we will be able to pack a gun with our eyes closed."

Pei Yan chuckled and said, "Brother Su is joking. I'm afraid there is no such person in the world."

Bian Guan didn't say much, just took a towel and covered his eyes, and started to assemble the gun while everyone was stunned, with extremely skillful techniques.

Pei Yan and Zhang Jie winked, and stretched out their hands to disrupt the parts.

But it was useless. Bian Guan finished assembling the gun in a blink of an eye and took off the towel: "Brothers, don't say it can't be done. As long as you practice more, there is nothing you can't do."

"Good guy, it's amazing!" Zhang Jie patted Bian Guan on the shoulder: "Brother, you have the title of Wei, so the imperial court doesn't give it to you for free!"

Bian Guan disassembled the gun again: "This is actually useful on the battlefield, because all the parts of the magic gun can be replaced with each other. Two damaged magic guns may be synthesized into one and continue to be used.

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"Come on, Brother Pei, Brother Zhang, you guys have a try."

When Bian Guo instructed the two to assemble the gun, Zhang Jie jumped up first: "Hey! It turns out it's not too difficult!"

But suddenly he caught a glimpse of a person standing at the door. He was so frightened that he stood up and said: "Captain!"

The rest of the people immediately stood up and stood at attention: "Captain!"

Yanda, now also wearing a new army uniform, walked in with his hands behind his back: "What are you doing? Are you still making noises when the lights are almost out?"

Pei Yan raised his chest and said: "Report to Lieutenant, the new brother Su... No, Su Duwei is teaching the brothers how to maintain the magic gun!"

"Oh?" Yanda asked, "Have you learned everything?"

Pei Yan laughed twice: "Brother Su will do it if he's here! If he doesn't give me some advice... I guess... hehe... he's still a little short of the mark..."

Yanda spat: "The Western Army is a veteran. It has been a long time and it has been stumped by a fire stick. If you don't know how to do it, just learn it quickly. Do you understand?"

Pei Yan stood at attention: "Yes!"

Yanda glanced around the room, didn't bother with the jar, and left with his hands behind his back.

The lights were turned off, but Bian Guan stared at the bed beam on the upper bunk with his eyes open, feeling a little unable to sleep.

Yanda was an old Western Army soldier, and now it seems that all the guards in the palace have been replaced by Old Western Army soldiers, and they are not even very familiar with the magic weapon.

In other words, the Queen Mother does not trust the Fourth Army in Beijing... They have stayed in the colorful world of Bianjing City for too long.

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The next day, with Yanda's consent, Bian Guan and Pei Yan took the soldiers to the northern suburbs school field, calibrated the magic guns, and also practiced target shooting.

In the following days, the palace guards were relaxed outside and tight inside, and Zhao servants also had to go to school during the day. Cai Bian, Chen Zhaoming and others took turns teaching, with flat jars guarding the outdoors and chairs indoors to accompany reading.

After the shift was over, Bian Guan escorted servant Zhao back to the inner palace and asked servant Zhao in a low voice: "Prince, are there any firearms in the palace? The kind with ammunition."

Maid Zhao trusted the flat pot very much, and the children of the royal family were considered precocious. The tense atmosphere in recent days made him aware of what was coming. He looked at a flower tree in front of him, his expression seemed to be admiring the flower, but he whispered

He said: "Father, there are two wheel-guns made by Shi Gongjin."

"Can the prince get it?" Bian Guan asked in a low voice: "Lieutenant Yan wants to apply for gun ammunition, but I heard that they are all stuck in the internal arsenal. We can't wait for him. We should do what we can first."

Maid Zhao said: "Father locked it in the box."

Bian Guan said: "The prince will bring the box together and let me see if I can open it."

Maid Zhao said: "Then brother is waiting at Bazakuku's place. I will be here in a moment."

Bian Guan nodded and sent servant Zhao to the palace gate. He stood at attention and saluted according to the rules: "I respectfully send you off to the prince for my humble duty."

The Bazuo warehouse is a row of empty rooms. It used to belong to the Inner Basuo. After the Inner Basuo moved out of the capital, this area was deserted. Even the small room next to the palace wall was empty.

Not long after, servant Zhao, wearing the clothes of a young eunuch, touched the base of the wall and shouted to the outside: "Brother Bian Guan——"

Bian Gu reached out to reach out to the roof beam, jumped up onto the roof, then kicked off the palace wall, jumped up, and hung on the edge of the palace wall: "Here!"

Maid Zhao took out two mother-of-pearl boxes from his sleeves: "It's so heavy, how can I give it to you?"

Bian Guo looked around, then gritted his teeth and climbed over the palace wall. He took Maid Zhao and hid behind a copper vat and squatted down.

He looked through the box and said, "This is an old lock from ten years ago. Where is the key?"

Maid Zhao shook his head: "I didn't find it."

Bian Guo took out something like a card from his trouser pocket behind his buttocks, and pulled out three thin needles with hooks: "Hey, hey, even my mother can't do this."

The servant Zhao often heard stories about Shi Wei's righteousness in the world when he was young. This child had no sense of the ruling class at all. Every time he heard the stories about bandits who used force to break the law and robbed the rich and helped the poor, their blood boiled. Shi Xianqing had always been his idol.

I saw the flat can insert three thin needles into the keyhole of the box, adjust it, and then turn it, the box popped open with a "pop" sound.

Inside was a beautifully decorated revolving gun and twelve bullets.
Chapter completed!