Therefore, although the waist knife is made of fine steel and is extremely sharp, for today's naval officers, its decorative effect is greater than its actual use.
In this case, the lack of a waist sword will not have any impact on the navy's combat effectiveness.
Turning around and waving, "Jiang Ming, come here."
Jiang Ming stepped forward and gave Han Du a fist: "Uncle, are you looking for the general?"
"That's it." Han Du told Jiang Ming that Zhao Xian wanted to buy their waist knife.
Jiang Ming knew what was going on as soon as he heard it, but he was a little reluctant in his heart. This time when he went to sea, his uncle brought a lot of gunpowder and bullets, so he did not bring any extra waist knives. The waist knives that are available now are all
The soldiers carried it with them. Since Zhao Xian wanted to buy it, he could only ask them to take out their waist knives.
Jiang Ming is also a knife lover. Although his waist knife is standard, it is also made of fine steel. He has always been fond of it. .??.
"Uncle, the last general"
Before Jiang Ming could finish speaking, Han Du waved his hand and interrupted him. He said with a smile: "You first listen to the price given by Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao is willing to buy your waist knife for ten taels of gold. I have the final say.
, I’ll leave you five taels, what do you think?”
"Sell it!" Jiang Ming took off the waist knife without hesitation and handed it to Han Du with both hands.
Han Du finished the sword and handed it to Zhao Xian. He asked with a smile: "I wonder how much Mr. Zhao wants?"
Zhao Xian took the waist knife and pulled it out, only to hear a long and sweet chant, and a bright sword light came into his eyes.
"What a knife!" Zhao Xian praised.
brush!
Zhao Xian put the waist knife back into its sheath, stroked it with satisfaction, and said lightly: "Let's get a thousand first. It won't embarrass the uncle too much, right?"
When Han Du heard this, he couldn't help but grin. This breath was simply full of the smell of copper, but who could let himself like such a smell?
He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming immediately understood and said quickly: "General, let's do it now."
Han Du turned to Zhao Xian, smiled, and said, "Please wait a moment, Mr. Zhao."
"It doesn't matter. Since uncle is willing to sell it, he has done a great favor to the common people. The common people can wait for it." Zhao Xian said with a smile.
Then he glanced at Han Du's waist, pondered for a moment, pointed at Han Du's waist, and asked: "The common people have been carrying this thing with me these days when they see my uncle. I wonder what kind of treasure it is?"
"Is this what you're talking about?" Han Du casually pulled out the revolver.
I had a great chat with Zhao Xian today, and Han Du didn't mind letting him see it.
"This is called a revolver, and it is the best fire gun in the Ming Dynasty."
"The best?" Zhao Xian said with some disbelief: "Fire blunderbuss, grassroots people have also heard of it from their ancestors. But aren't fire blunderbuss always very long, like a stick? This one is so short.
, or the best fire gun?”
"Haha, Mr. Zhao, please don't look at the short revolver, but its power is much greater than all fire guns. And, the most important thing is that it can fire continuously. You must know that after an ordinary fire gun is fired once, if you want to fire it again, just
It is necessary to recharge, which is a very troublesome and time-consuming thing. But the revolver does not need to be recharged at all and can be fired six times in a row."
Han Du saw that Zhao Xian couldn't hear at all.
Bai, just open the revolver cylinder and let him see for himself.
"See, these are called bullets. Each bullet can be fired once. Six bullets can be loaded here, which means it can be fired six times in a row. After six times, you only need to load the bullets like this.
Continue firing six times." Han Du poured out the bullets one by one, showed them to Zhao Xian, and then quickly loaded them one by one under Zhao Xian's gaze.
With a click, the magazine is closed, and a revolver ready to fire is ready.
"I'll show you to Mr. Zhao," Han Du said to Zhao Xian with a smile.
The reason why Han Du introduced the revolver to Zhao Xian was to let him see the power of the Ming Dynasty revolver, so that he could weigh it carefully if he had second thoughts. With a mob like them, whether they could bear it
The well-equipped tiger and wolf troops of the Ming Dynasty took revenge.
He raised his hand and raised the revolver, pointed it at a tree as thick as a bowl, and pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
It was like firecrackers exploding in his ears, and Zhao Xian couldn't help but shrink his neck in fright.
When the surrounding navy officers heard the sound of cannons, they couldn't help but turn around and look at where the sound came from. When they realized that it was the uncle who was firing, they turned back expressionlessly.
Zhao Xian's eyes widened and he saw a fingertip-sized hole appearing on the tree trunk three feet away in front of Han Du. Both ends of the hole were torn to pieces by a magical force.
Without waiting for Zhao Xian to step forward to take a closer look, Han Du continued to pull the trigger.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Fire the gun five times in a row.
Such a close distance, coupled with the fact that Han Du regarded the revolver as a means of saving his life and practiced hard many times. Therefore, Han Du's accuracy was very good. Every shot hit the tree trunk, and six bullet holes were lined up.
open.
As if God was deliberately giving Han Du a chance to show off, just after Han Du fired six shots, the tree trunk creaked a few times and slowly broke off from the middle.
"Pah, pah, pah" A frozen smile appeared on Zhao Xian's face, looking at the fallen tree trunk with a complicated expression.
"What a fire gun, good, it's really amazing."
At this time, Zhao Xian was thankful that his choice was correct.
No one would be happy if the gold and silver in the secret room disappeared. At first, they could blame the matter on the natives, and people like Zhao Xian could comfort themselves. But as the natives were driven into the sea, even the gold
No trace of silver was seen. At this time, who didn’t know that it was the Ming navy that had taken away the gold and silver?
It was only because the situation was stronger than the people's and Zhao Xian and others had no evidence that they had to swallow their anger. But whether you were angry or not, it was definitely because you were dissatisfied with the Ming Dynasty Navy.
But now that Zhao Xian saw such a sharp scene in Zuolun, he had no other thoughts in his heart. He was only glad that he did not listen to the instigation of the people below to go to Han Du Xingshi to question the crime. Otherwise, they would all become orphans under this fire.
soul.
"It's really good stuff," Zhao Xian was so greedy that he asked, "Uncle, I wonder if I can give it to the common people to try?"
"Okay." Han Du handed the revolver to Zhao Xian and took out six bullets.
Pointing to a spot on the revolver, he instructed Zhao Xian, "Break it apart from here, then withdraw the finished bullet and install the new one like this. Be careful, the finished bullet will be a little hot."
Zhao Xian impatiently opened the revolver and listened to Han Du's words to pour out the bullet casings. Therefore, although the waist knife is made of fine steel and is extremely sharp, for today's naval officers, its decorative effect is greater than
Its practical use.
In this case, the lack of a waist sword will not have any impact on the navy's combat effectiveness.
Turning around and waving, "Jiang Ming, come here."
Jiang Ming stepped forward and gave Han Du a fist: "Uncle, are you looking for the general?"
"That's it." Han Du told Jiang Ming that Zhao Xian wanted to buy their waist knife.
Jiang Ming knew what was going on as soon as he heard it, but he was a little reluctant in his heart. This time when he went to sea, his uncle brought a lot of gunpowder and bullets, so he did not bring any extra waist knives. The waist knives that are available now are all
The soldiers carried it with them. Since Zhao Xian wanted to buy it, he could only ask them to take out their waist knives.
Jiang Ming is also a knife lover. Although his waist knife is standard, it is also made of fine steel. He has always been fond of it.
"Uncle, the last general"
Before Jiang Ming could finish speaking, Han Du waved his hand and interrupted him. He said with a smile: "You first listen to the price given by Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao is willing to buy your waist knife for ten taels of gold. I have the final say.
, I’ll leave you five taels, what do you think?”
"Sell it!" Jiang Ming took off the waist knife without hesitation and handed it to Han Du with both hands.
Han Du finished the sword and handed it to Zhao Xian. He asked with a smile: "I wonder how much Mr. Zhao wants?"
Zhao Xian took the waist knife and pulled it out, only to hear a long and sweet chant, and a bright sword light came into his eyes.
"What a knife!" Zhao Xian praised.
brush!
Zhao Xian put the waist knife back into its sheath, stroked it with satisfaction, and said lightly: "Let's get a thousand first. It won't embarrass the uncle too much, right?"
When Han Du heard this, he couldn't help but grin. This breath was simply full of the smell of copper, but who could let himself like such a smell?
He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming immediately understood and said quickly: "General, let's do it now."
Han Du turned to Zhao Xian, smiled, and said, "Please wait a moment, Mr. Zhao."
"It doesn't matter. Since uncle is willing to sell it, he has done a great favor to the common people. The common people can wait for it." Zhao Xian said with a smile.
Then he glanced at Han Du's waist, pondered for a moment, pointed at Han Du's waist, and asked: "The common people have been carrying this thing with me these days when they see my uncle. I wonder what kind of treasure it is?"
"Is this what you're talking about?" Han Du casually pulled out the revolver.
I had a great chat with Zhao Xian today, and Han Du didn't mind letting him see it.
"This is called a revolver, and it is the best fire gun in the Ming Dynasty."
"The best?" Zhao Xian said with some disbelief: "Fire blunderbuss, grassroots people have also heard of it from their ancestors. But aren't fire blunderbuss always very long, like a stick? This one is so short.
, or the best fire gun?”
"Haha, Mr. Zhao, please don't look at the short revolver, but its power is much greater than all fire guns. And, the most important thing is that it can fire continuously. You must know that after an ordinary fire gun is fired once, if you want to fire it again, just
It is necessary to recharge, which is a very troublesome and time-consuming thing. But the revolver does not need to be recharged at all and can be fired six times in a row."
Han Du saw that Zhao Xian couldn't hear at all.
Bai, just open the revolver cylinder and let him see for himself.
"See, these are called bullets. Each bullet can be fired once. Six bullets can be loaded here, which means it can be fired six times in a row. After six times, you only need to load the bullets like this.
Continue firing six times." Han Du poured out the bullets one by one, showed them to Zhao Xian, and then quickly loaded them one by one under Zhao Xian's gaze.
With a click, the magazine is closed, and a revolver ready to fire is ready.
"I'll show you to Mr. Zhao," Han Du said to Zhao Xian with a smile.
The reason why Han Du introduced the revolver to Zhao Xian was to let him see the power of the Ming Dynasty revolver, so that he could weigh it carefully if he had second thoughts. With a mob like them, whether they could bear it
The well-equipped tiger and wolf troops of the Ming Dynasty took revenge.
He raised his hand and raised the revolver, pointed it at a tree as thick as a bowl, and pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
It was like firecrackers exploding in his ears, and Zhao Xian couldn't help but shrink his neck in fright.
When the surrounding navy officers heard the sound of cannons, they couldn't help but turn around and look at where the sound came from. When they realized that it was the uncle who was firing, they turned back expressionlessly.
Zhao Xian's eyes widened and he saw a fingertip-sized hole appearing on the tree trunk three feet away in front of Han Du. Both ends of the hole were torn to pieces by a magical force.
Without waiting for Zhao Xian to step forward to take a closer look, Han Du continued to pull the trigger.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Fire the gun five times in a row.
Such a close distance, coupled with the fact that Han Du regarded the revolver as a means of saving his life and practiced hard many times. Therefore, Han Du's accuracy was very good. Every shot hit the tree trunk, and six bullet holes were lined up.
open.
As if God was deliberately giving Han Du a chance to show off, just after Han Du fired six shots, the tree trunk creaked a few times and slowly broke off from the middle.
"Pah, pah, pah" A frozen smile appeared on Zhao Xian's face, looking at the fallen tree trunk with a complicated expression.
"What a fire gun, good, it's really amazing."
At this time, Zhao Xian was thankful that his choice was correct.
No one would be happy if the gold and silver in the secret room disappeared. At first, they could blame the matter on the natives, and people like Zhao Xian could comfort themselves. But as the natives were driven into the sea, even the gold
No trace of silver was seen. At this time, who didn’t know that it was the Ming navy that had taken away the gold and silver?
It was only because the situation was stronger than the people's and Zhao Xian and others had no evidence that they had to swallow their anger. But whether you were angry or not, it was definitely because you were dissatisfied with the Ming Dynasty Navy.
But now that Zhao Xian saw such a sharp scene in Zuolun, he had no other thoughts in his heart. He was only glad that he did not listen to the instigation of the people below to go to Han Du Xingshi to question the crime. Otherwise, they would all become orphans under this fire.
soul.
"It's really good stuff," Zhao Xian was so greedy that he asked, "Uncle, I wonder if I can give it to the common people to try?"
"Okay." Han Du handed the revolver to Zhao Xian and took out six bullets.
Pointing to a spot on the revolver, he instructed Zhao Xian, "Break it apart from here, then withdraw the finished bullet and install the new one like this. Be careful, the finished bullet will be a little hot."
Zhao Xian eagerly opened the revolver and listened to Han Du's words and poured out the bullet casings.