Chapter 2903 Men love guns, it seems that it is natural
After Xue Rengui knelt down fiercely and shot two arrows, he had to stand up again. After all, compared with other postures.
A shooter should stand in the best posture and the most suitable to exert force, even on horseback. Of course, squatting can also be used.
But the problem is, compared to Cheng Sanlang's various tricks, it is simply a world of difference.
Cheng Sanlang was just joking, squatting, lying down, standing, lying on this side of the sandbag, lying on the other side of the sandbag, and even lying on the ground.
He also sneaked to the side, huddled behind a towering wooden stake, and then furtively aimed and shot forward.
But Li Ji, a famous general of the Tang Dynasty who had spent half his life in the military, seemed to be possessed by a demon at this moment. He stood up and followed Cheng Sanlang furtively.
He watched with rapt attention as Cheng Sanlang ran around here and there with the flintlock gun that looked like a fire stick, sometimes lying down, sometimes standing, and sometimes squatting.
After Xue Rengui shot fifteen arrows, his speed had slowed down a lot. After all, shooting a hard bow and using heavy arrows at such a long distance was a big burden for him.
After all the arrows in the pot were shot, Xue Rengui gave up. At this moment, he was also attracted by Cheng Sanlang's actions.
Chai Lingwu asked curiously towards Li Qi, whose expression beside him also became very serious.
"Brother Xian, what is going on? Why are you here looking at Cheng Sanlang without saying a word?"
"Brother Lingwu, haven't you noticed? With the shrinking artillery used by Brother Chubi, you don't have to stand still.
You can squat, you can lie down, you can even huddle behind the shelter and fire, which can break through the armor fifty feet away."
Chai Lingwu subconsciously wanted to say that Xue Rengui could do it too, but when he thought about it, Xue Rengui was already the best shooter he had ever seen in his life.
After rolling his eyes for a long time, Chai Lingwu couldn't help but forcefully defended himself. "Our crossbows in the Tang Dynasty are very powerful. There are some who can shoot through iron armor at a height of 50 feet."
Li Qi turned his head and glanced at Chai Lingwu, who was incompetent in both men and women, and also saw Li Jingren approaching him like a curious baby.
Decided to teach these two guys a lesson on behalf of their biological father.
"If you want to be able to shoot through iron armor at a height of about fifty feet, you need at least a six to eight stone crossbow.
However, our army of the Tang Dynasty always places heavy emphasis on bows and light on crossbows in battle. For a battalion of 500 soldiers, there are only less than 50 crossbowmen, and most of them are armed with crossbows.
This thing is suitable for a certain scene, and its range is better than that of ordinary bows."
"Only the Jianghuai land has that kind of powerful waist-opening crossbow, but it's expensive to make, and it's time-consuming and labor-intensive to string it."
"I once tried it in the army, and it took a strong man to do it."
"That's it. Thank you for clarifying my doubts, brother... Isn't it possible that such a treasure invented by Brother Chu Bi can't be used by us with no strength?"
Li Qi couldn't help but burst into laughter when he saw Li Jingren's eagerness to try.
"In my opinion, it's nine out of ten. Why, dear brother, you also want to practice your skills?"
Hearing this laughter that was obviously amusement, not only Li Jingren, but also Chai Lingwu, who was incompetent in both writing and martial arts, felt a little embarrassed.
"Brother Jingren, let's go. I happen to think this thing is very novel. Let's go and practice together."
Cheng Chubi had already entered a state of selfless immersion in shooting. After all, when he was in college, there were so many bullets for him to play with.
Moreover, the small flintlock gun from before was really not as powerful as this long gun.
The fifty-foot shooting range made Cheng Sanlang feel as if he had returned to his student life. Until he reached for the bullet belt again and found nothing.
Only then did Cheng Chubi realize that before he knew it, fifty rounds of bullets had completely blown him away.
Then he reluctantly turned his head and saw Xue Rengui, who was standing aside with a somewhat embarrassed expression, saluting him respectfully.
"The last generals are not as numerous as the three generals. After thirty years of defeat, we are already exhausted."
After Cheng Chubi stood up, he looked at the snow foam on his body, patted it and smiled.
"It's not you or me, but this treasure in Cheng's hand does not require any physical effort."
At this moment, when Li Ji was about to speak, he heard Chai Lingwu's voice coming from beside him.
"Brother Chu Bi, is this treasure easy to get your hands on? Brother Jingren and I have been looking at it for a long time and they are very greedy."
As soon as he said this, Li Ji glanced at these two weak and powerless guys subconsciously, and said something subconsciously.
"Cheng Sanlang, since these two want to learn, you can teach me."
Cheng Chubi saw these two people eager to give it a try. He originally wanted to show off the advantages of the flintlock gun, so naturally he would not accept such two ready-made enthusiasts.
"Want to learn? That's too easy. As long as Cheng gives you three or five bullets, I guarantee that even if you can't hit 100 times, you will hit 50 or 60."
Cheng Chubi motioned to the two brothers to learn how to load the ammunition first. Since they were novices, Cheng Chubi asked the two brothers who had loaded the ammunition to lie down on the sandbags and take aim.
The reason for this is that anyone who has practiced target shooting knows that shooting while lying down is far more convenient for aiming than shooting from a standing position.
Moreover, the gun made by Cheng Chubi had a front sight. After explaining to the two brothers several times what three points and one line were,
After two crisp sounds and two puffs of gunpowder smoke rising, a crisp clang came from the direction of the iron target.
Although it was just a shot, Chai Lingwu and Li Jingren shouted excitedly at the same time. "I hit," and then looked at each other with contempt.
Next, the two people continued to practice target practice lying there, and both sides began to shoot in sequence. Cheng Chubi still muttered a few words after the first three shots.
After the next two people hit the target one after another, Cheng Chubi was too lazy to talk nonsense. As a result, the martial arts disciples who had no talent in archery all became interested.
They all lay there with their butts raised, and practiced this kind of musket that was comparable to the divine archery skills of the Tang Dynasty.
After Li Ji pursed his lips for a long time, he glanced at Qi King Li Ke, who was touching his belly with regret and angrily giving up on practicing.
"What do you think of this, Your Highness?"
"Sharp, quite sharp, it can break through iron armor within fifty feet, and it's very easy to reload.
Even a weak person like Brother Jing Renxian, with more practice, can kill an enemy at a distance of fifty feet with this object..."
Having said this, Li Ke couldn't help but complain about his father. "It's a pity that my father is not here to witness it with his own eyes."
Li Ji was also convinced. At this moment, the flintlock guns were ringing like popping beans one after another.
Cheng Sanlang was very happy when he saw these brothers who were fighting extremely hard. Men all love guns and love to be marksmen. It seems that it is natural.