Seeing the displeasure on the emperor's face, Shen Lie and the guards did not dare to stop him anymore, so they could only watch in fear.
Not to mention the bitter expressions on the faces of all the Xiyuan guards, Shen Lie was also frightened for a while.
But looking at the young emperor's determined gaze, the clarity in his eyes made Shen Lie slightly stunned, but he felt relieved in his heart.
He even felt that the emperor's words had some truth to them.
As the king of a country, the emperor, and the nominal supreme commander of the Ming army, he is already over 18 years old. What's wrong with wanting to learn how to use a musket?
The Ming Dynasty in the early years of Wanli was the most powerful country in the world!
Don't say anything else.
At this time, Shen Lie thought of those Western crown princes who had practiced shooting since childhood and ran around the streets with muskets, and even Western princesses and ladies who were proficient in shooting and enjoyed hunting.
At this moment, Shen Lie had some sympathy for the young emperor. Among the world's great powers in this era, he was probably the only one who had not touched a musket at the age of eighteen.
So Shen Lie silently took a few steps back, quietly watching the hundreds of households in the Shenji camp, and began to load the new and improved bird cannon.
I saw the Shenji Camp Baihu, who was also the shooting instructor of the Ming Dynasty Jingying Camp, carefully opening the gourd containing gunpowder, and unexpectedly took out a measuring cylinder from his arms.
Then he poured the gunpowder in the gourd into the measuring cylinder and began to measure the charge.
Seeing this Beijing 100-year-old man carefully playing with the measuring cylinder, Shen Lie couldn't help but touch his head and his expression became strange.
Is this shooting or embroidery?
Shen Lie made everyone dumbfounded.
Although before the invention of fixed-load ammunition, the loading method of the matchlock gun was indeed very stupid. The gunpowder had to be measured before loading. If the gunpowder was loaded too little, the power would not be enough. If it was loaded too much, the gun would explode.
But this is too slow!
This is the shooting instructor from the Beijing camp. The instructors are so lazy, and the soldiers can only imagine it.
Shen Lie looked at the clumsy Shenjiying Baihu with a confused look on his face, thinking about it. He was very puzzled at first, but soon realized it and seemed to understand a little bit.
It’s nothing more than four words.
Lack of training!
Firstly, the matchlock gun imitated by the Ming Dynasty was very expensive due to craftsmanship problems, and secondly, the Ming Dynasty had a tradition of emphasizing culture over martial arts.
Moreover, training requires a waste of ammunition and costs a lot. If you are not careful, an accident may occur, someone may die, and it may lead to crazy impeachment by the civil servants.
At this time, Shen Lie seemed to have found the reason why the Ming army's combat effectiveness was getting weaker and weaker. Many reasons led to the very low training level of the Beijing camp.
Think about this.
Shen Lie couldn't help but sigh. In fact, he really wanted to say that he couldn't have measured the gunpowder in advance and put it in a paper bag.
In this way, when you need to fill it, you can just bite open the paper bag and fill it easily, and there is no need to use this clumsy measuring cylinder.
Of course, in the early years of Wanli, the epoch-making military revolution of fixed-load ammunition had not yet become popular, and Shen Lie still kept his mouth shut.
He will definitely bury this earth-shattering secret deep in his heart.
"cough."
Then someone coughed slightly.
After the Shenjiying Baihu measured the weight with a measuring cylinder, they started the next step.
Then he poured the gunpowder from the measuring cylinder into the gun chamber, pressed the fire with a purge bar, loaded the bullet, poured a little propellant into the fire door, covered the fire door, lit the match, and pressed one end of the match on the gun. The lower part hangs down.
This series of steps is completed.
The hundred households then said softly: "Your Majesty, it's ready."
Shen Lie made a rough estimate and found that two minutes had passed.
Looking at the loaded musket, Shen Lie's expression became even weirder. He thought to himself that with your slow loading speed, it's no wonder that you can't exert the power of the musket volley.
This is too slow!
With a rate of fire of one round in two minutes, let alone the inability to form three rows of uninterrupted firepower, can it withstand the cavalry attack?
When a large number of cavalry rushed over, the cucumbers and vegetables were already cold.
No wonder the Daming Shenji Battalion has to cooperate with the vehicle formation to fight. If this musketeer leaves the cover of the vehicle formation, he will be a scumbag!
In comparison, the flintlock muskets in Shen Lie's hands, putting aside the range, have a rate of fire that is probably more than six times that of this blunderbuss!
During the conversation.
Zhu Yijun excitedly took the loaded musket, and under the guidance of hundreds of households in the Shenji Camp, he leveled the musket and aimed it at the target fifty steps away.
Shen Lie didn't have time to remind him.
He couldn't wait to hold the fire, and with the crisp blast of a musket, the fire flashed, and a large cloud of gunpowder smoke rose up.
A large number of birds parked not far away were also frightened, and flew up with a flutter.
The huge recoil caused by the firing of the musket caused Zhu Yijun's shoulders to shake violently, staggering, and almost losing his grip on the musket.
There were exclamations all around.
Shen Lie was still close and reacted quickly. He quickly jumped up and grabbed the gun body to prevent the prince from being burned in the face by the match rope.
"Ouch!"
"His Majesty!"
In panic, the guards stepped forward one after another, but Zhu Yijun stopped them: "What are you doing... don't come over, I'm fine!"
The choking smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air, causing the young emperor to wipe his eyes, choked with tears, and let out a light cough.
"Cough cough cough."
The taste is so sour and refreshing, so unforgettable.
After coughing for a while, Zhu Yijun shook his painful right shoulder, rubbed his red and swollen eyes, and let out a sigh of praise.
"strong enough!"
Obviously, he didn't expect that the recoil of this gun would be so strong and the smoke would be so loud. It was completely different from practicing archery.
He took the wet cloth and wiped his eyes.
Zhu Yijun burst out laughing: "Sure enough... come again."
The guards had no choice but to watch helplessly as the hundreds of households in the Shenji camp stepped forward again and wanted to reload the fire blunderbuss, but were stopped by the emperor again.
The emperor's interest became more and more high, and he was like a child who got his favorite toy. He said happily: "Just say it, this time I will fill the potion myself!"
Baihu responded quickly, bowed his waist, took out the measuring cylinder from his arms, and began to guide the emperor to complete the filling step by step.
This time it took a full five minutes...
Shen Lie couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he still had to pretend to have a complex expression including admiration and surprise on his face.
After the musket was loaded, the emperor held the gun in a non-standard shooting posture, aimed at the target fifty steps away, and fired again.
Then, on the outskirts of Xiyuan, on the bank of the North Sea, there was another sudden burst of musketry.
Another burst of smoke filled the air, and the fire flickered. The human-shaped standing target fifty steps away seemed to have been struck by a thunderbolt, and it fell apart in an instant.
The blast of muskets echoed in the Xiyuan.
Shen Lieren was dumbfounded and couldn't help shouting: "I'll choke you!"
He really got hit!
When Da Mingzi was eighteen years old, during his second musket shooting training in his life, he hit a target fifty steps away with such accuracy.
This result shocked Shen Lie. It was definitely not a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.
Sure enough, this young man has the martial arts gene of the old Zhu family in his blood, which is different. I never expected that this young man also has the talent to be a sniper!
After a period of silence, the guards' cheers rang out from the shooting range.
"good!"
"Your Majesty is mighty!"
It was obvious that the cheers were sincere, and even Shen Lie couldn't help but clap along, admiring the young emperor with admiration.
