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Chapter 515 Protracted War

"It can be seen from the C-ratio test that adding a bayonet to the flintlock gun has somewhat affected the loading speed."

Zhong Jinwei explained it first, and then explained: "I have been aware of this problem before, but because the war bureau could not come up with an effective solution for the time being, I just made do with it. I thought that through training, I could reduce the need for additional equipment.

The impact of the bayonet..."

When Emperor Chongzhen heard this, he interrupted Zhong Jinwei and asked: "Master Zhong, your original intention was to install the bayonet after firing the gun?"

Zhong Jinwei nodded and replied: "Your Majesty is right. If the enemy is approaching, it is impossible to reload ammunition to shoot, and you can only use the bayonet to attack at close range. Therefore, the speed of loading the bayonet must be very fast, otherwise

When the enemy rushes in front of you, if you haven't installed the bayonet yet, it will be fatal. But now you can't do this, so you can only install it at the beginning."

"Hou Zhongxing..."

"Master Zhong..."

When Wen Tiren and Emperor Chongzhen heard this, they spoke in unison, and then they both stopped when they noticed that the other party was speaking.

"I'm being rude." Wen Tiren quickly apologized.

Emperor Chongzhen smiled and waved his hands gently, and then asked Zhong Jinwei: "Didn't you say that training can be used to reduce the impact?"

Zhong Jinwei smiled bitterly before answering Emperor Chongzhen: "I just looked at the shooting experiment and found that no matter how good the training is, it will still have an impact. At present, the most important factor in firearms is the rate of fire. One more shot will kill the enemy."

The less chance of getting close, the more chance of winning. Through training, the impact may not be obvious in one minute, but in five minutes, ten minutes, or even half an hour, the impact will be huge!"

Emperor Chongzhen already used a Western clock, so he understood the concept of minutes. After hearing this, he nodded slightly.

Emperor Chongzhen thought for a while, but didn't have any good ideas, so he turned around and asked Wen Tiren, "Does Wen Qing have anything to say to Master Zhong just now?"

After hearing this, Wen Tiren said to Zhong Jinwei: "Zhongxing Hou, if you ask the Bingzhan Bureau to improve this point, you will definitely gain something."

Zhong Jinwei was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then suddenly realized: "Master Wen, does he mean the gunman?"

Seeing Wen Tiren looking at him with a smile, Zhong Jinwei burst into laughter. As expected, he has matured with age, and his grasp of people's psychology is much sharper than others.

After Zhong Jinwei said it, Emperor Chongzhen understood the reason Wen Tiren was referring to and immediately smiled. This was one of the reasons why he rewarded the craftsman so much, a thousand pieces of gold and a bone.

Standing at the bottom was Fan Jun, the eunuch in charge of the military affairs bureau who had never been qualified to speak. He was a little confused. Seeing that several of the bosses had stopped talking, he kindly reminded Wen Tiren: "First assistant, the gunman is a craftsman in artillery casting."

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What he meant was that the gunman was not a firearms craftsman, so he had made a mistake.

But Fan Jun was not a fool. After he said it, he understood the meaning of Wen Tiren's words.

He immediately continued with a smile: "But there are many craftsmen like gunsmiths in our war bureau. I will definitely deal with them severely when I turn around, and I will definitely find a solution."

The big guys looked at each other and smiled, but did not expose him.

Now that everything was over here, Emperor Chongzhen went back to the palace with satisfaction. Only Zhong Jinwei still stayed at the military battle station, because the new army was still standing there.

He came to the new sergeants, walked slowly in front of the queue, and looked at each face.

The sweat on the faces of the new sergeants was almost like rivers. If they hadn't been wearing helmets, they would have been dizzy from the sun. But even so, no one had a look of displeasure on their faces.

After Zhong Jinwei read it over, he stood in the middle of them and said loudly: "I am very satisfied with your performance today. You have made me proud today!"

After finishing speaking, Zhong Jinwei raised his hand and saluted them. Such soldiers deserved his salute.

The new sergeants showed a hint of pride on their faces and returned the courtesy to Marquis Zhongxing neatly.

After the ceremony, Zhong Jinwei then announced: "Okay, now you will enter the next training stage, which is the flintlock shooting training."

When Zhong Jinwei said this, he stretched his hand back, and Wang Peng immediately handed over a flintlock gun.

Zhong Jinwei raised the gun and said to the new army: "Did you see it? This new type of firearm is the most advanced firearm in the world. If the gun explodes due to quality problems, there will be a craftsman's number on the handle of the gun. He will

You will be held accountable. Therefore, the quality of this flintlock gun is first-class, so you can rest assured to use it."

When the new sergeants heard this, although they did not speak, a trace of relief could clearly be seen in their eyes.

"I have only one request for you, train as much as you can and break this first gun for me!"

Zhong Jinwei's words were unique, and the new sergeant became surprised again.

"Only by practicing countless times can it be possible to break it. Only in this way, your shooting speed and accuracy will improve. Of course, coordination is also essential. When the time comes, there will naturally be an instructor to teach you. You just need to remember

Let me just say this, sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in war, and don’t let Jianlu rush in front of you and fight with you on the bayonet, do you understand?"

At the end of Zhong Jinwei's words, his voice was raised so high that the colleagues from the Military and War Bureau who were following him were almost startled.

"Understood." Five hundred voices shouted at the same time, answering Zhong Jinwei's words.

Zhong Jinwei was very satisfied, and then asked the people from the Military War Bureau to issue flintlock rifles to the five hundred soldiers, of course the kind without bayonets.

He no longer cared about this, and went to find Song Yingxing surrounded by his guards.

The most basic microscope had not made any progress for so long, so Zhong Jinwei had to go and take a look.

After walking out of the Bingzhan Bureau, Zhong Jinwei felt hot and stuffy. He looked up at the sky and couldn't help but sigh: "It's such a shitty day, it's finally going to rain."

He had not seen any rain since he returned to the capital. The drought in the late Ming Dynasty was really not an accident.

When Zhong Jinwei thought of this, he couldn't help but worry about the drought in the north of the Ming Dynasty. He had seen reports from various places that there was very little rain, which had a great impact on the harvest of crops.

Although with his own efforts and some luck, the peasant army was surrounded and annihilated by himself before it became a force. The famous leaders of the peasant army in history are now serving the country.

But if the drought continues, even if there are measures such as the Grain Exemption Law, land tax reduction and relief, and disaster relief, even if the drought lasts for one, two, or three years, it will not survive the fourth year.

God cannot be changed by himself. The only thing that can be done is to transport more fish floss to the inland. The research and development of sweet potatoes and other crops must be accelerated. The feudal king must also speed up feudal overseas affairs to free up fields and take away some disaster victims.

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Even if we take more other measures, we will try our best to see whether God's drought is severe or whether man can defeat nature and survive the wave of natural disasters in the late Ming Dynasty.

He sincerely did not want the Ming Dynasty to fall at the hands of the peasant army. Whether the peasants starved to death or rose up in rebellion to seek survival, whether they killed the army or were killed, the vitality of China would be damaged.

Zhong Jinwei was thinking as he walked towards the Glass Research Institute. He knew that Song Yingxing must be there.


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