Yan Bing chatted with the old man for a few more words, then hurriedly ran away to the backyard on the pretext that he hadn't practiced sword practice in the morning.
The old man was left alone on the couch, laughing mischievously.
He went to the room and took out Qingxuan, and started dancing by himself.
After all, at this time, there is something that can make you devote yourself wholeheartedly, and you can avoid thinking about many "bad things".
As the sound of sword blades and dragon chants rang out in the courtyard, Zhao Cheng also ran out holding his own bamboo pole, watching and learning at the same time.
Yan Bing just smiled slightly when he saw it.
People who love to learn will become great talents.
So he deliberately slowed down his movements so that he could remember more.
After dancing for more than an hour, Yan Bing sheathed his sword and walked up to Zhao Cheng to help him regulate the movements and angles of his moves.
When he was almost righted, he stood aside with Qingxuan in his arms, silently watching and giving instructions.
It wasn't until Zhao Cheng was so tired that his face turned red and he was out of breath, then he told him to put away his sword and rest. He was about to turn around and go to the basement to see how the yellow gunpowder made yesterday was doing today, but he just took two steps and was stopped again.
The apprentice shouted to stop.
"Hey! Master! Please stay."
Yan Bing turned around slowly and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What's the matter?"
Zhao Cheng, a child who usually talks very little, suddenly took the initiative to talk to her today, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose in Yan Bing's heart.
Looking at Zhao Cheng again, his face turned even redder. He coyly and hesitantly whispered: "Master, I want to ask you something...that is...this morning...when the disciple was sweeping the floor in the front yard, it happened to be
Seeing that the master uncle was about to go out... he went over to say hello... As a result, the master uncle looked very happy, patted the apprentice's shoulder, and said that the apprentice would soon have a master's wife... But... the apprentice had been thinking about it all morning.
I didn’t understand... Master, you are a woman... Then, where did my disciple get the master’s wife...??"
"Crack!"
Qingxuan in Yan Bing's hand fell to the ground...
Yan Bing glanced down blankly, then slowly bent down with an embarrassed look on his face, picked up Qingxuan, coughed twice, forced a twisted smile and said: "Your uncle
This guy usually likes to joke, so don’t pay attention to him! Practice swordsmanship!!! Keep practicing swordsmanship!!!”
After saying that, he quickly ran into the basement without looking back.
In the basement, I cried and banged my head against the wall...
Damn...I can't stay in this house anymore...
I was feeling melancholy... Suddenly I heard someone sobbing softly in the storage room.
Only then did Yan Bing suddenly remember a name!
Damn it!!!Zhang Zhenghu!!!
I had completely forgotten about this product!!!
Yan Bing walked lightly to the door of the storage room, opened a crack through the locked wooden door and looked inside. He saw this guy squatting on the ground eating cold food and wiping his tears with his sleeves. He was still there when he came in.
He was a fat man, but now he has become skinny. Even the toilet in the corner is almost full... There is a pungent smell in the room.
It seems that the guards at home have been taking care of him with the attitude of seeking death as long as he is not killed.
Then he closed the door gently.
Lost in thought...
Logically speaking, this guy must die...
This is a traitor!!!
But... I have already killed one of Zhang Guifei's brothers... She didn't even bother me... If I kill her brother too... wouldn't it be a bit... unkind???
But if you want to give him a balance of merits and demerits based on the Northern Expedition alone, I feel that it is easier for him...
Yan Bing chewed his teeth... thought about it for a long time... and got it!!!
The Zhang family’s hot yam was originally recommended to him by Emperor Xuan Si!!
If I push it back, it will be over!
I'm really a little witty!!!
Thinking of this, Yan Bing immediately found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and started writing quickly, writing down the story of how he burned the granary, along with the channels he passed through along the way, and the people he met who secretly set off checkpoints and accepted bribes, all of which were written down!
After he finished writing a bunch of envelopes, he smiled mischievously and said: Your Majesty is a sage! It’s up to you! Haha!!
Walking out of the basement, he called two guards, handed the secret note to one of them, and told him: "It must be sent to the General Affairs Department with great fanfare! And let Liuke Langfang make a copy!"
She did this for one reason!!
Don't give Emperor Xuan Si a chance to kick the ball back at all!!!
Then he asked another person to let Zhang Zhenghu go home in the storage room so that he could prepare his own funeral and save her space.
After doing all this, he took the pot of yellow gunpowder and some drawings and went to Yingxianyuan.
I found Manager Fang and asked him to call the other twenty craftsmen. He explained them carefully to everyone, and then gave him several instructions on the matters and dangers that must be paid attention to in the entire production process. Watch them.
After writing everything down on the paper, I felt relieved and handed him the drawings of the Whitworth field gun and the Whitworth rifle.
After all, to cast these things requires a large blast furnace and a hydraulic drill and lathe.
These things are definitely not available in her small yard.
It can’t even be installed.
I could only explain to them the possibility of exploding the chamber, the airtight layout and the proportion of carbon steel. In the end, I even had lunch at Yingxianyuan, and the explanation was not finished until the evening.
The biggest feature of these two weapons is that the muzzle and muzzle are not circular, but hexagonal.
In contrast, the projectile is also hexagonal and has six air grooves cut out in a rotating shape.
The pneumatic principle is used to allow the bullet to maintain high-speed rotation in the barrel and be ejected.
This is the earliest rifling prototype!
Yan Bing knew very well that even though this yard was filled with the best of the best among the Chinese craftsmen who had been carefully screened, it was impossible for them to directly create a rifled gun with the current level of equipment in the workshop.
Rather than letting them stand still on the impossible, it would be better to settle for the next best thing and create a batch of rifling prototype weapons first.
When using black powder, the killing distance of this gun has reached a terrifying 1,271 meters, and this kill record remained in the eighth place in the longest sniper kill record until 2007.
What would be the result if yellow gunpowder was added!?
It will explode!!!!
Thinking of this, Yan Bing immediately told everyone: "Start testing the amount of gunpowder from two bahts. Before the test, you must wear armor and pull the trigger with a rope, and stay as far away as possible to prevent the chamber from exploding."
As for the artillery, Yan Bing chose the twelve-pound size because he could only use horsepower to drag the artillery to the limit.
Moreover, the Whitworth field gun has extremely high range and accuracy, and can accurately hit the target within 1,400 meters, which makes it far more than four times the artillery of the 17th century. In addition, its breech loading
, the shell design also increases the loading speed to the extreme.
But it's not without flaws.
Its biggest flaw is one word.
"expensive"
It's really expensive...
Because of the hexagonal muzzle design, while its accuracy and range are greatly improved, the requirements for chamber pressure are also exponentially increased, which means that it must use the best steel and cast a thicker gun.
The wall, and the breech loading of the gun was unreliable. In order to increase the stability, several breech locks were added, which made the counterfeit gun much more expensive than its prototype.
Yan Bing silently calculated in his mind on the way back home...
Ten prototype cannons require at least 480,000 taels of silver...
Oh my god!! Fighting in war is really about making money!!!
Yan Bing scratched his head in melancholy.
She had counted the banknotes given by Emperor Xuansi before, and found that the total was one million taels.
