Yan Bing pushed aside the crowd, took out a few packets of gunpowder from a box with "six" written on it, and grabbed a few bullets from the box at the end. He came to a rifle, raised his hand, and opened it.
The wooden frame was like tearing a piece of paper, and he took the gun into his hand in a few seconds...
A group of craftsmen were dumbfounded...
I always thought she was a craftsman...
I didn’t expect it to be a gorilla...!!
Several craftsmen, you look at me, I look at you, no one dares to stop me anymore.
Yan Bing held the gun, pressed the machine spring, opened the flip cover, stuffed the firing packet and bullets, and patted the cover, the machine spring made a crisp click, and the gun was loaded.
Just as he was about to take aim, he felt that shooting a wooden target was no fun, so he opened the flip cover of the gun again and placed it on the ground to prevent it from misfiring.
He turned around and picked up a set of steel scale armor on the table, handed it to a craftsman, pointed to the farthest target and said: "Tie the scale armor on it, and I will test its power."
Having just witnessed Yan Bing's feat of tearing apart a wooden frame with his own hands, how could this man dare to hesitate at all?
I saw him picking up the scale armor, running over at a flying speed, quickly tying the scale armor with a neat technique, and then running back like flying. The distance of 800 meters back and forth was so fast that it was jaw-dropping! It seemed that
The greatest potential has been stimulated...
I was so tired that I sat down on the ground, gasping for air.
All the craftsmen came forward to express their sympathy and condolences to him...
Yan Bing didn't take it seriously, he just felt that this craftsman was quite neat at his work, and he secretly praised it in his heart.
When he first built this shooting range, Yan Bing considered that he would test-fire thermal weapons and artillery in the future, so he deliberately made the site as long as possible.
A depth of 1,500 meters and a width of 40 meters.
She was not satisfied with this, but considering the limited funds, she had no choice but to do this for now.
The target was set up by the craftsmen themselves to test the compound crossbow. The farthest one was only about 400 meters away, which was not enough for this gun.
But even at this distance, the bullet will be affected by dust, crosswinds and falling arcs, and will deviate. Therefore, if it is further away, you can only find a master-level gunman to test it, and Yan Bing cannot do it.
I licked my finger and tested the wind direction. It was light breeze, east by south.
While calculating in his mind, he slightly adjusted the muzzle of the gun to the left, held his breath and concentrated, and then pulled the trigger!
"Bang——!!!" was a loud sound.
The bullet came out in response, drawing an arc downward to the right and hitting the target in one fell swoop. After penetrating the target, the bullet hit the wall on the right again, stirring up bursts of smoke and dust.
Yan Bing knew that this was a ricochet caused by the deformation of the warhead after the bullet penetrated the scales. It was normal, so he reloaded, fired again, and hit again.
I finished shooting all the bullets and percussion charges on the ground before putting the gun away. It seemed that I had not had enough.
A group of craftsmen were dumbfounded again...
This distance...
Missless shots...
This guy is still a marksman!!??
I was stunned for a while before I responded, and they all applauded.
Yan Bing chuckled and said disapprovingly: "I don't know how many people have been killed outside the customs when shooting live targets. How can I still miss a dead target? You guys are making too much of a fuss."
A simple sentence, but it was filled with a strong smell of blood, which stunned everyone, and everyone was as silent as a chill...
But Yan Bing's next words almost exploded some craftsmen's Tianling Caps!!!
"As for the blueprint of this gun... I have to trouble you to send it to the workshop in the northwest of Beijing, so I won't interfere much."
After Yan Bing finished speaking, he smiled slightly and silently examined everyone's expressions.
Some people looked puzzled, some looked puzzled, but there were also three people whose faces turned pale and looked panicked...
As expected of a craftsman...it's really simple and clear...just a casual question and the answer is all written on his face!
This made Yan Bing laugh out loud, then he raised his finger to the panicked people and said loudly: "You, you, and you, the three of you come closer, my country has something to say."
After saying that, he turned around, walked to the corner of the shooting range, found a bench, and sat down quietly.
These three people looked at me and I looked at you. Their faces were gloomy and their heads were lowered. They walked slowly to Duke Dingguo, bowed their heads and knelt down.
Yan Bing pretended to be surprised and asked, "What do you mean by this??"
The three of them knelt on the ground, no one spoke...
Yan Bing then smiled slightly and continued: "Since ancient times, there has been a dilemma between loyalty and righteousness. You are all loyal to the emperor and patriotic. How can I blame you? This point is also to let you go back and tell other colleagues, so you don't have to worry about it in your heart.
Holding that insignificant stone, Your Majesty trusts my Duke, so he will tell me clearly, and my Lord also trusts Your Majesty, so naturally he will not do anything to you, so get up quickly."
After Yan Bing finished speaking, he looked at the three people again, still kneeling on the ground, as if they hadn't heard anything.
Yan Bing immediately became a little impatient, stamped his feet suddenly, and shouted: "Stand up for the hell!!!"
The three of them trembled in fright, and then stood up quickly, but still bent over and lowered their heads.
Yan Bing became angry when he saw the three of them acting like that, and his tone became harsh.
"Do you not believe in our Lord!? Or do you think that our guild is stupid enough to pretend to preach the Holy Will!? Stop the little thoughts in your hearts! I don't even know how many princes and ministers have fought! I don't even weigh myself! My Lord is necessary.
Are you playing with those imaginary things!!??”
Although Yan Bing's words were hard to hear, the truth was obvious. The three of them gradually thought about it and slowly raised their heads.
Yan Bing then snorted coldly and said: "Naughty! You are far inferior to me! But in terms of craftsmanship! I am far inferior to you! So, I said this today just to let you focus on your work in the future.
Come on, avoid unnecessary losses! Having said this, I would like to ask three of you to convey it to others on your behalf!"
After Yan Bing finished speaking, he stood up slowly. After taking a few steps, he felt that what he had just said was too harsh. He immediately turned back and continued to speak to the three of them in a gentle tone: "My father-in-law, I don't care what you have done before, as long as
It depends on your future achievements, but those who have talents will be treated equally and promoted according to their talents. You...should encourage yourselves."
After saying that, he ignored the statements of the three of them, turned around and walked to the door of the shooting range, and told several other craftsmen: "Tell Director Fang that we will mass-produce according to the dose of No. 6 from now on. Be sure to pay attention to safety. You continue to test."
, after you get the limit number, let me know."
After seeing everyone nodding in agreement, he turned back to the wooden box, put a large amount of gunpowder packets in his left cuff, and put a large amount of bullets in his right cuff, and finally put the rifle he had just tried on his shoulder.
With one shoulder, he said goodbye to everyone and walked out of the shooting range.
This thing is so fun!!!
You have to take it to the palace to ask for a reward!!?
Didn’t someone come up with the money to open the school...
Thinking of this, Yan Bing burst into laughter again.
