Yan Bing chatted with the old man for a few more words, and then said that he had hurriedly escaped to the backyard before he practiced his sword in the morning.
Leaving the old man alone on the chair, he smirked badly.
I went to the room to take out Qingxuan and started dancing on my own.
After all, there is something that can make you devote yourself to it at this time and you can think of many "bad things".
As the sound of sword-headed dragon roar sounded in the yard, Zhao Cheng also ran out with his bamboo pole in his arms, watching and learning.
Yan Bing just smiled slightly when he saw it.
A person who is eager to learn will become a great man.
So he deliberately slowed down his movements so that he could remember more.
After dancing straight for more than an hour, Yan Bing put his sword in the sheath and walked to Zhao Cheng to help him regulate his moves and angles.
After almost the right, he stood aside with Qingxuan in his arms, watching and giving advice silently.
It was not until Zhao Cheng was so tired that his face turned red and he was panting that he asked him to put his sword to rest. He was about to turn around and go to the basement to see what happened to the yellow gunpowder made yesterday today, but just took two steps, he was stopped by his apprentice again.
"Oh! Master! Stay tuned,"
Yan Bing turned around slowly and asked with a puzzled look: "What's the matter?"
Usually, Zhao Cheng rarely talks, but today he suddenly took the initiative to talk to her. Yan Bing felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
Looking at Zhao Cheng again, his face turned redder a little, hesitated and whispered, "Master, I want to ask you something... That is... morning... when the disciple was sweeping the floor in the front yard, he happened to see the master's uncle going out... so he went to pay his respects... As a result, the master looked very happy and patted his disciple's shoulder, saying that the disciple was about to have a master's wife... But... the disciple thought about it all morning but couldn't figure it out... Master, you are a woman... Then, where did the master's wife come from...?"
"Click!"
Qingxuan in Yan Bing's hand fell to the ground...
Yan Bing looked down at him blankly, then slowly bent down with embarrassment, picked up Qingxuan, coughed twice, then forced a twisted smile and said, "Your uncle usually likes to joke, don't pay attention to him! Practice sword!!! Continue practicing sword!!!"
After saying that, he ran into the basement without looking back.
In the basement, she cried and hit her head against the wall...
Oh my god... I can't stay in this house...
I was just feeling sad... I suddenly heard someone in the storage room sobbing softly.
Only then did Yan Bing suddenly remember a person's name!
Damn!!! Zhang Zhenghu!!!
I forgot this guy!!!
Yan Bing walked lightly to the door of the storage room, opened a crack through the locked wooden door and looked in. He saw this guy squatting on the ground eating cold rice while wiping his tears with his sleeves. He was obviously a fat man when he came in, but now he has already become dry. Even the toilet in the corner of the wall is almost full... There is a pungent smell in the room.
It seems that the guards at home have always maintained a posture of taking care of him as long as they are not killed.
Then he gently closed the door.
Sleeping into thought...
This guy, by reason, must die...
This is a traitor!!!
But... I have killed one of Concubine Zhang's younger brothers... She didn't even come to cause trouble for me... I will kill her brother again... Isn't it a bit... unkind???
But if he had to pay off his merits and demerits based on this Northern Expedition alone, he would feel that it would be a good idea for him...
Yan Bing sucked her teeth... she thought for a long time... she had it!!!
The Zhang family’s hot yam was originally recommended to him by Emperor Xuan Si!!
I'll just push it back!
I'm such a little wit!!!
Thinking of this, Yan Bing immediately found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote it all over the way, along with whom he had personally placed the checkpoints and accepted bribes, and wrote them all on!
After writing a package of envelopes, he chuckled and said: Your Majesty, Saint Talent! You can do it yourself! Haha!!
He walked out of the basement, called two guards and handed over the secret memorial to one of them, and instructed: "You must send it to Tongzhengsi with great fanfare! You must also let Liuke Langfang copy one!"
She did this for one reason!!
I don’t give Emperor Xuan Si any chance to kick the ball back!!!
Then he instructed another person to let him go home from Zhang Zhenghu in the storage room, let him prepare his funeral and save her place.
After doing all this, he went to Yingxian Academy with the pot of yellow gunpowder and some drawings.
He found General Manager Fang, asked him to call out the other twenty craftsmen, explained them carefully to everyone, and then repeatedly told him the matters and dangers that must be paid attention to in the entire production process. Seeing that they had recorded them all on the paper roll, he was relieved to hand over the patterns of the Whitworth field gun and the patterns of the Whitworth rifle to him.
After all, to cast these things, large blast furnaces and hydraulic drilling lathes are needed.
There must be no such things in her small yard.
Even if you can't fit it.
I could only explain the possibility of the blow-off, the air-tight layout and the carbon steel ratio to them clearly. In the end, even lunch was eaten at Young Hyun Court, and it was explained until the evening before it was finished.
The biggest feature of these two weapons is that the muzzle and muzzle are not round, but hexagonal.
In contrast, the projectile is also hexagonally and is rotatably cut into six air grooves.
Using the principle of pneumatic movement, the bullet is allowed to shoot out at a high speed in the barrel.
This is the earliest prototype of rifling!
Yan Bing knew very well that although this yard was all elites selected by Chinese craftsmen, with the current level of equipment in the workshop, it was impossible for them to directly build rifled guns.
Instead of letting them stand on the spot in the impossible, it is better to settle for the second best and create a batch of rifled prototype weapons first.
When this gun uses black gunpowder, the killing distance has reached a terrifying 1,271 meters. This killing record has remained at the eighth place in the farthest sniper kill record until 2007.
What will happen if combined with yellow gunpowder?
It will explode!!!
Thinking of this, Yan Bing immediately gave everyone another advice: "Try the amount of gunpowder from Zhu 2. Before the test, you must wear armor and pull the trigger with a rope to keep it away as far as possible to prevent the explosion."
As for artillery, Yan Bing can only use horsepower and chooses a twelve pound size when dragging the cannon.
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 that of the 17th century artillery. In addition, its breech loading and shell design have also increased the loading speed to the extreme.
But it is not without flaws.
Its biggest flaw is one word.
"expensive"
It's so expensive...
Because the hexagonal muzzle design greatly improves its accuracy and range, the requirements for bore pressure are also exponentially improved, which means it must use the best steel to cast a thicker gun wall. Moreover, the breeze loading of the gun is not reliable. In order to increase stability, several breeze locks have been added, which makes the counterfeiting of this gun much more expensive than its prototype.
Yan Bing silently made up his mind on the way back to home...
Ten sample cannons require at least 480,000 taels of silver...
My God!! It turns out that fighting is really a battle of money!!!
Yan Bing scratched his head in a sad way.
She counted the silver notes given by Emperor Xuan Si before, and the total was only one million taels.