Zhu Cijiong and Hu Guozhu soon saw these rifled rifles.
Eight thousand rifled rifles were packed in eight hundred long wooden crates.
There are also 400 wooden crates containing cardboard fixed-load ammunition and primer packs.
"Prince Ding, please go first." Hu Xinshui, Hu Guozhu and his son signaled Zhu Cijiong to test the gun first.
Zhu Cijiong was not polite and ordered Xu Wuniu to pry open a wooden box and take out a rifle.
Bugarao, who personally escorted the gun, quickly delivered a paper-cased fixed-loading ammunition and a primer pack.
Zhu Cijiong reached out to take it, first loaded the paper-cased fixed-load ammunition into the gun through the muzzle, then pressed it to the bottom of the gun chamber with a purge bar, then opened the anvil to expose the primer chamber, and filled the primer package into it.
After filling the primer bag, press it gently.
Thin silk soaked in oil will immediately fall apart.
The gunpowder in the primer bag seeped into the fire door.
After the anvil is pressed down, more gunpowder will be pressed into the fire door.
When you let go again, the anvil will bounce back under the squeeze of the steel spring, covering the primer chamber tightly, so even in rainy and snowy weather it will not be greatly affected and can still fire.
Finally, open the trigger with flint in it to complete the loading.
On the other side, Hu Xinshui had already asked Xiang Yong to bring a human-shaped target and placed it fifty steps away.
Fifty steps, or 80 meters, is the effective range of a flintlock gun. Hu Xinshui mainly lacked understanding of Zhu Cijiong's marksmanship, so he did not dare to move too far, lest Zhu Cijiong miss his face and be embarrassed.
But Zhu Cijiong smiled and said, "It's too close. Put the target away from here."
Xiang Yong moved dozens of steps away, but Zhu Cijiong was still too close: "Further away."
Under Zhu Cijiong's repeated requests, Xiang Yong set the target two hundred steps away.
Two hundred steps, that is, 320 meters, is already an extremely long range for muskets of this era. Not to mention hitting, whether it can hit such a long distance is a matter of debate.
But Zhu Cijiong knew the range of rifled rifles.
Two hundred steps is no problem for a rifled rifle. The question is, can he hit it? Zhu Cijiong wants to challenge his marksmanship and see if he has improved after more than a year of fighting?
"Spread out, spread out!" Hu Xinshui quickly cleared away the crowd of people watching.
It must be said here that the marching practice carried out by Chongzhen in the Imperial College has borne fruit.
Before this, no matter which dynasty or generation, the common people feared the officers and soldiers like tigers. When they saw the officers and soldiers approaching, the common people would definitely lock the doors or stay away from them. It was absolutely impossible for them to get in front of the officers and soldiers.
But now in the Ming Dynasty, because the Imperial College students wore basically the same clothes as the new army when they were marching in practice, this greatly shortened the distance between the people and the officers and soldiers, making the people no longer afraid of the officers and soldiers, but felt closer to them.
Think about it, these officers and soldiers are willing to help the common people carry water, chop firewood, and sweep the floors, just like their own children, so what do they have to worry about?
So when they saw the Ming army testing their guns there, the people nearby came to watch. A few clever vendors even picked melon seeds, nuts, pastries and other things to set up stalls called ******. Hu Xinshui could only let Xiang Yong
Join hands to build a human wall.
Zhu Cijiong breathed evenly, raised the gun, aimed at the human-shaped target, and pulled the trigger.
With just a click sound, the trigger was pulled down violently, and the flint clamped on the trigger immediately hit the anvil, creating a dazzling spark and falling into the opened primer chamber under the anvil.
The silk shell and gunpowder in the priming chamber were instantly ignited.
Then there was a loud bang, and a huge shock force suddenly came from the butt of the gun, which actually made Zhu Cijiong's right shoulder feel numb. It was such a huge shock force!
The next moment, Zhu Cijiong's eyes suddenly widened.
No smoke! I didn’t even see any smoke! What’s going on?
After a while, a village hero came over excitedly and reported: "One hit!"
When I heard that King Ding Zhu Cijiong had been hit, the cavalry officers, local warriors and the onlookers cheered loudly.
Zhu Cijiong turned his attention to Bu Jia Lao: "Bu Jia Lao, why didn't you see the smoke just now?"
"There's no smoke, that's right." Bu Jialao, who now speaks Ming Dynasty Mandarin very fluently, added, "Because the paper shell fixed-loading ammunition you just used, King Ding, used smokeless gunpowder."
"Smokeless gunpowder?" Zhu Cijiong asked again, "This kind of gunpowder is also more powerful than the previous gunpowder!"
"It's three times bigger!" Bu Jialao raised three fingers and said with a smile, "Prince Ding's shoulder must have been quite painful from the shock of the gun butt just now, right? Haha."
With a 12.7mm caliber rifle and smokeless powder ammunition, the shock resistance is no joke.
"Three times bigger?" Zhu Cijiong said happily, "Wouldn't it be possible to hit farther?"
Bugarao said proudly: "With the same amount of powder, the range is nearly three times farther than the original paper-cased bullets. The Type 20 rifle loaded with the original paper-cased fixed-loading ammunition can only penetrate 150 steps away."
cotton armor, but loading this new paper-cased fixed-loading bullet can penetrate cotton armor four hundred steps away!"
"Oh my god, four hundred steps?"
At this time, even Zhu Cijiong exclaimed in surprise.
Four hundred steps is enough to almost catch up with the shooting range of the Crouching Tiger Cannon.
At that moment, Zhu Cijiong shouted again: "Quickly, place the target four hundred steps away, no, no, no, directly place it five hundred steps away!"
Smokeless powder fixed-load ammunition can penetrate cotton armor at a distance of 400 steps, which means that its maximum range must be more than 400 steps, and it can definitely hit farther. So why not try 500 steps? Or 600 steps
?
Zhu Cijiong really dared to think that if he went up five hundred steps, that would be eight hundred meters!
Eight hundred meters away, the figure is only as big as a grain of rice. Are you sure you can hit it?
Hu Xinshui was also afraid that Zhu Cijiong would not hit him in the face and would be embarrassed, so he advised: "Prince Ding, let's forget it?"
"Hu Junmen, don't worry too much." Zhu Cijiong said with a smile, "Xiao Wang doesn't feel that he has lost face because he missed the hit, he just wanted to try the lethality of this smokeless powder paper-cased fixed ammunition.
"
Seeing that he could not persuade Zhu Cijiong, Hu Xinshui had no choice but to ask Xiang Yong to move the target five hundred steps away.
Zhu Cijiong asked Xu Wuniu to load ten rifled rifles, and then fired one by one at the human-shaped target 500 paces away. This time, Zhu Cijiong's aiming time was much longer, and the pauses were also longer.
After ten shots were fired, Zhu Cijiong asked Xiang Yong to report the target again.
After a while, Xiang Yong ran over with a human-shaped target: "One out of ten hits!"
"Color!" Although he only hit one shot, the cavalrymen, village warriors and people who were watching were still full of cheers. Hu Guozhu couldn't help but applaud, thinking that King Ding's marksmanship was really amazing and accurate!
However, Zhu Cijiong still had some unfinished ideas and wanted to challenge a higher level of difficulty.
"That so-and-so, could you please move the target to six hundred steps?" Zhu Cijiong said directly to Xiang Yong.
"Ah? Six hundred steps?" That Xiangyong was stunned on the spot. He couldn't even see it from such a distance, right?
Seeing that Zhu Cijiong really didn't care about face, Hu Xinshui immediately yelled: "Go quickly!"
Xiang Yong responded, carrying the human-shaped target and flying away, then measured the distance, and then swung it to 600 steps away.
Zhu Cijiong asked Xu Wuniu to load ten more rifles, and then took one of the rifles and aimed it at the target 600 steps away. This time, he couldn't see clearly.
Five hundred steps is still the size of a grain of rice.
Six hundred steps is only slightly larger than the tip of a needle.
However, Zhu Cijiong still fired ten shots in succession based on his feeling.
The result was a bit disappointing, not a single shot hit.
"What a pity." Zhu Cijiong said with some regret, "If human eyes can magnify the target like a telescope, then the little king can hit it with not only five or six hundred steps, but also a thousand steps."
Zhu Cijiong didn't mean what he said, but Bu Jialao's heart was moved when he heard it.
"Prince Ding." Bu Jialao said immediately, "Maybe it can really be done."
"What?" Zhu Cijiong asked in confusion, "What can you do?"
Bu Jialao said: "You can fix a telescope on the rifle. In this way, you can't clearly see the target six hundred or even a thousand steps away? Wouldn't it be easy to hit it?"
"Then let's try it now." Zhu Cijiong immediately took out the telescope from his bag.
First, I pulled it open, and then found a rope to tie the telescope to the rifle.
When looking through the telescope at a human-shaped target 600 steps away, it is about the same as a hundred steps away.
"Haha, it's really okay!" Seeing this, Zhu Cijiong couldn't help laughing out loud.
If Chongzhen is here, he must sigh, you are really a fucking genius.
Zhu Cijiong immediately tried several shots through the telescope, but naturally none of them hit.
Bugarao immediately kindly reminded: "King Ding, it is definitely not possible to fix the telescope like this. It has to be hard-connected, and after the connection is completed, you have to constantly test the gun to adjust the up and down and left and right inclination of the telescope to ensure that the rifle
The ballistic trajectory and the collimation axis of the telescope are two parallel lines."
"Well, what you said makes sense." Zhu Cijiong said, "When you go back, hurry up and build a rifle with a telescope. No, one rifle is too few, at least a hundred, and then send it to the front line as soon as possible."
"Yes, I will do it right away when I get back!" Bu JiaLao agreed.
Zhu Cijiong began to fiddle with the rifle with the telescope attached to his hand again.
"Hu Junmen, there should be a tinsmith in Dengzhou City, right? Find a tinsmith."
Zhu Cijiong wanted the tinsmith to solder his three-section single-copper telescope to a fixed position, that is, to lock the sections and stop them from extending or retracting, so that the focal length could always be maintained at six times.
Then he asked a carpenter to make a wooden support.
An arc-shaped groove is dug in the middle of the wooden support, and one end of the groove is higher than the other. It is just suitable for placing a three-section telescope, and after it is placed, the collimation axis of the telescope is basically parallel to the ballistic trajectory of the rifled rifle.
Finally, use fine hemp rope to tie the telescope and the wooden stock to the rifle.
After a few operations, Zhu Cijiong actually made an original sniper rifle, and even thought of a school rifle.
Zhu Cijiong took the sniper rifle equipped with a scope for test firing, and the hit rate instantly improved. At a distance of 600 steps, he actually hit eight out of ten shots.
In fact, if it weren't for the performance limitations of the rifle, Zhu Cijiong could hit all ten shots.
Because under a six-fold magnification, six hundred steps is only equivalent to one hundred steps.
From a distance of a hundred steps, Zhu Cijiong could hit the target effortlessly.
