Li Laosi looked at Li Zhi in surprise and asked, "Can a rifle fire shotguns like a cannon?"
Li Zhi nodded and said, "Of course!"
Li Zhi took out a shotgun, went to the back workshop to get some shotgun shells and primers, and took Li Laosi outside the factory.
This rifle is actually a muzzleloader.
Of course Li Zhi can now produce breech-loading shotguns. Li Zhi can use machine tools and manual polishing to produce shotguns in small batches. However, because Li Zhi has not yet thoroughly studied the technology of metal shells, the breech-loading shotguns that Li Zhi can produce now
The gun still has paper shells.
So even with a breech-loading shotgun, it takes six seconds to complete a reload.
In the jungles of Southeast Asia in Myanmar, there is no difference between the reloading time of six seconds and the reloading time of more than ten seconds. The shooting distance in the dense forest is only ten meters, or at most twenty meters. In any case, the enemy can wait until you finish loading the second round.
Bullets rush forward. So instead of producing breech-loading shotguns in small batches, it is better to use machine tools to mass-produce muzzle-loading shotguns.
However, now Li Zhi has developed a mercury fulminate primer, so this shotgun does not need to be loaded with percussion powder. It only needs to put the primer on the small hole of the gun to fire. It takes about eleven seconds to complete a shot.
Li Zhi took out the shotgun shells and primer, and quickly loaded the bullets in front of Li Laosi.
Then without taking aim, he just held the rifle level and fired at the large target twenty meters away.
"Bang!"
A flame burst out from the muzzle, and the rifle in Li Zhi's hand paused. Countless iron beads spurted out from the shotgun. The middle of the wooden target was immediately beaten into a sieve.
Li Laosi went up to take a look and found that there were holes everywhere in the areas where the bullets had been shot. The thick wooden boards were riddled with holes, and there were small holes everywhere.
Li Laosi looked at it with a happy smile on his face.
He praised and said: "Your Majesty, if such a shotgun is fired, the enemy in front will be seriously injured or not killed."
When two armies are fighting, being seriously injured is the same as being killed. They both lose combat effectiveness. If an army has many seriously injured personnel, it will collapse.
Li Zhi smiled and said: "The biggest advantage of this rifle is that it does not need to be aimed, just shoot at it. It is most suitable for equipping your Yizi camp and samurai army."
Li Laosi thought for a while and asked: "My lord, I am afraid that in four and a half months, Humayun's 200,000 troops will invade Myanmar. How many shotguns can the arsenal produce in these months?"
Li Zhi smiled and said: "Fifteen years ago we used hand-made rifles, and a craftsman could only make one gun a month. If calculated based on that efficiency, we would have to produce 110,000 rifles. What we have today
These four thousand arsenal craftsmen will need to work for two and a half years."
"But now that we are using various new machine tools, our arsenal's assembly line operations are no longer a question of how many rifles a craftsman can produce in a month. I mobilized 250 assembly lines to start production at the same time, and each assembly line can produce five
It only takes three months to produce 110,000 shotguns!"
When Li Laosi heard this, his face became very happy.
"Prince Shengming!"
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In mid-December, the northern hemisphere reaches its coldest time.
Siye looked over and saw only a vast expanse of white on the land in southern Heilongjiang Province. The heavy snow was more than a foot thick. He didn't know which day it fell, or it was accumulated by several heavy snowfalls. In short, it was piled up.
The ground and the hillsides never melted again.
Zhirkov walked on deep snow and mud, one foot deep and one foot shallow, so it was not easy.
But Zhirkov was in high spirits.
Behind him, the morale of 20,000 Tsarist Russian Cossack soldiers was high.
Heavy snow is always the best friend of the Russians. Europeans can't stand such extreme low temperatures, and Asians can't stand it. Only soldiers of Tsarist Russia can endure such an environment. So the heavier the snow, the colder the temperature. These Tsarist Russian Cossacks
The more excited I become.
They were all wrapped in thick furs and carried fur quilts on their backs. These furs were treasures given to Tsarist Russian soldiers from Siberia. They were hunted and harvested by hunters in the Siberian coniferous forest. These furs were not equipped for soldiers of other countries.
May have.
So in such a world of ice and snow, the Cossacks thought they were invincible.
Zhirkov raised his head and looked in the direction of the road, wanting to confirm how many miles the troops had advanced today. Zhirkov wanted to invade Liaodong Province before the end of winter, kill all the men there, and burn all the houses. So Zhirkov
Erkov asked the team to advance forty miles every day to complete the expedition before the end of winter.
Next to Zhirkov, Tobinsky, the commander of the Don Cossacks, took a bite of the white snow on the ground and said: "Commander, I heard that Jilin and Liaodong are very wealthy."
"I heard that the grain there was so full that the granaries couldn't even contain it. The tall wheat overflowed from the top of the granaries and spread on the ground like gold. The people of the Ming Dynasty couldn't finish their grain, and even raised
Fat pigs use wheat as food."
"I heard that the Ming Dynasty herds horses and cattle in Jilin. The cattle and horses they raise are like large clouds in the forest. It takes hundreds of people to manage them."
"I heard that the Ming Dynasty likes to save money the most. Their silver boxes are so full that they can't even be lifted. They need oxcarts to move them."
Zhirkov burst out laughing when he heard Tobinsky's exaggerated description.
"Tobinsky, what you are talking about is just superficial. I, Zhirkov, don't care about these things."
Tobinsky asked: "So what do you care about? Commander-in-Chief."
Zhirkov looked ahead and said: "What I care about most is the women of the Ming Dynasty. It is said that the women of the Ming Dynasty have fine skin and tender flesh, and are very moist. When I, Zhirkov, arrive in Jilin and Liaodong, I will
We will arrest twenty of the most beautiful women from the Ming Dynasty and lock them up, and do the happiest things with them every day!"
"Then when we withdraw in the spring, I will take the pregnant women back to the north and kill all the women who are not pregnant!"
Tobinsky burst out laughing when he heard Zhirkov's words.
After a long time, he said: "Great Commander, the people of the Ming Dynasty are trying to develop northward and immigrate to the northeast. They don't know that they have the ability to cultivate this land, but they don't have the ability to fight on this land."
"This white world belongs to us Russians and our bravest Cossacks!"
Zhirkov smiled and said: "Tobinsky, you are right. In such a severe cold, the people of the Ming Dynasty did not dare to stay outdoors, let alone spend the night in the snow. This whole world is sealed by heavy snow.
It's all ours, we can enjoy it how we want."
Tobinski said: "I was wondering if Li Zhi of the Ming Dynasty would have gone crazy. Would he be so angry that he would smash their Ming Dynasty porcelain?"
Zhirkov smiled and said: "Everything is possible, Ming people are as fragile as porcelain in winter, Tobinsky!"
