"Nigga, don't be lazy!" Nnamdi, who was moving boxes, stopped to take a breath and wipe his sweat. He was kicked hard by the Northern Army soldier who was in charge of supervising the work and scolded him.
In desperation, Nnamdi could only continue to move the boxes while muttering in a low voice: "I was bullied when this gay guy didn't come, and I'm still being bullied now that he's here, so this gay guy didn't come in vain."
What!"
This Nnamdi was the former boxer at Fatty Carter's estate. After he lost to Carter's nemesis in that boxing match, Carter not only punished him severely, but also canceled his treatment as a boxer and directly demoted him to
Black slaves who did the hardest and most tiring work.
I originally thought that life would be better after the Northern Army came over. After all, I heard that the Northern Army claimed to liberate the black slaves, but unexpectedly, I was still captured to work, and even the food was not as good as when I was a black slave.
After finally finishing his work, he was not even given any food. Nnamdi was stunned and unknowingly walked back to the wooden house where he lived as a black slave.
Just when I lay down, I heard someone teasing: "Eh? Isn't this our boxing champion Nnamdi? Why are you back?"
Nnamdi opened his eyes and saw that it was his former black slave companion Holt, so he asked: "Then why are you back? Didn't you say you are free now!"
Holt smiled bitterly and said: "Where can we go if we don't come back? We are free now, but there is no place to eat or a place to sleep. What's the use of just being free!"
Nnamdi nodded and agreed: "That's right! Although I was very tired from working every day, I was able to eat well and sleep well. Now, although the Yang guys came over and arrested Fat Carter, saying that we were liberated,
Now that we are free, we can choose what kind of work we want to do. But where are the jobs in New Orleans now? Even if we work for the Northern Army, we won’t have enough to eat. How can people live? It’s better to farm like before.
Where’s the cotton? Now it seems that the black slaves of Mr. Tangning’s family are better. Not only is Mr. Tangning always very good to them, but he also sent them all to Brazil before the war, so they don’t have to be as miserable as we are now!”
"Not only Mr. Downing, but also the black slaves of Mr. Clark and Mrs. Murphy's family were sent to Brazil before the war!" At this point, Holt seemed to suddenly think of something, and said: "By the way, Na
Mudi, guess who I saw on the street just now?"
"Who?" Nnamdi asked casually.
"Mira!" Holt replied word for word.
As soon as he heard the name "Mira", Nnamdi suddenly became excited, because the reward Carter gave him before the boxing match was to reward him with Mira if he won. Unfortunately, he did not succeed and waited until he became a black man.
Soon after, the slave learned that Mira had given birth to a child with the breeding black slave of Mrs. Murphy's manor, and then there was no news about her.
So he quickly asked: "Where is Mira now?"
Holt glanced around, then whispered a few words into Nnamdi's ear. Then he saw Nnamdi, who was still too tired, jump up and said angrily: "Holt, you
Is that true?"
"Of course it's true, why would I lie to you?" Holt replied with a shrug.
Then he looked at Nnamdi, whose eyes were almost blazing with fire, and asked: "Nnamdi, what are you going to do?"
"Don't worry about it!" After saying that, he strode out.
At the same time, Confederate Lieutenant Weiner reported to Robert E. Lee: "General, Mr. Gatling and the machine gun he invented have been brought back by us!"
"How was the effect?" Robert Lee asked without raising his head.
"Very shocking!" Venel replied almost word for word.
Hearing what Venel said, Robert Lee became interested and stood up and said: "Come on, take me to see it!"
Arriving at the training ground, Vinell introduced a middle-aged man in a suit and top hat to Robert Lee: "General, this is Mr. Richard Jordan Gatlin!"
Then he pointed to the barrel of a small cannon mounted on a large wheel frame beside him and introduced: "This is the machine gun invented by Mr. Gatlin!"
"Here, is this a gun? Why does it look like a cannon to me?" Robert Lee said with a smile.
Gatlin explained on the side: "General, because this kind of machine gun is too heavy, it will be difficult to move if it is not placed on such a vehicle!"
"Let me see the effect first!" Robert Lee said calmly.
Under Wennel's instructions, four soldiers immediately ran over and started operating. One person was responsible for shooting, and the other person was responsible for turning the crank to make the barrel rotate. Then they saw a row of bullets shooting past, and almost all the targets in front were hit.
Cut it off at the waist.
Seeing this scene, Robert Lee couldn't help but take a breath and exclaimed: "It's so powerful! A hundred rounds of bullets have to be fired this minute, right?"
"To be precise, it is 220 rounds per minute. In order to maintain high-speed continuous shooting, an independent steel cartridge is used (the cartridge is separated from the barrel). Its tail is closed and equipped with an impact flash cap. The shooter rotates the crank to
It drives the barrels evenly arranged around the circumference to rotate, and the ammunition chamber filled with ammunition enters the locking groove behind each barrel from the ammunition supply hopper. When the barrel rotates to a specific position, the firing pin fires the ammunition.
When the barrel rotates to another position, the fired cartridge exits the machine gun. The cartridge can be reused, and one rotation of the barrel can complete the loading, firing and ejection of 6 rounds of ammunition.
In addition, to overcome the problem of how to make the independent cartridge coaxial with the gun bore, I used a tapered bore, with a larger diameter at the rear of the bore, making it easier for the projectile to enter the barrel," Gatlin explained.
Then he added: "If an independent metal cartridge case can be used, the rate of fire will be further accelerated!"
After hearing this, Robert Lee nodded in approval and said: "Mr. Gatlin, your invention is very remarkable. It will become a trump card weapon for close support in infantry attacks. It seems that this little guy Tony did not lie to me!"
Yes, when he saw this part of Downing's letter, Robert Lee initially thought he was joking. However, after the success of penicillin and winning over Indian tribes, Robert Lee wanted to give it a try, so he sent Lieutenant Vinell.
I went out to look for Gatlin and unexpectedly gave him another surprise!
Then he sighed and said: "It's a pity that Tony's letter no longer contains any suggestions, and I don't know where this little guy has gone now. Otherwise, we should really find him and see if he has any other good ideas!"
PS: After "Cao Cao Crosses Wu Dalang", there is another book "Lu Bu Crosses Ximen Qing", how about I write a book "XX Crosses Pan Jinlian" to add to the fun?