"Ha! Thank you, thank you for the generous reward..."
Ashigaru held up the trousers incoherently, knelt on the ground and added:
"I will definitely keep Lord Kosaka's generous gift at home to enshrine it for generations to come."
Kosaka Masanobu said with a twisted face:
"Get out now!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Liu Shiba and his party couldn't help laughing.
Then, Cuihua and the old driver were responsible for researching the equipment...
A few minutes later, Cuihua and the old driver affirmed to Liu Shiba:
"It is indeed made of old bamboo. After cleaning it, stacking it up and using it as a steamer to steam the buns, there is no problem at all."
Liu Shiba nodded, his expression suddenly changed, and he gave a serious order:
"Lord Masanobu Kosaka, obey your order!"
Kosaka Masanobu was stunned for a moment, then he knelt down and answered:
"ha!"
"You will immediately gather all the auxiliary troops in the army and hand them over to Tomson, Honda Ergou and Toyota Cuihua for their deployment.
Also, gather all the salt in the army and give it to Tomson. Do not disobey the order."
Liu Shiba looked at Kosaka Masanobu and said word by word.
"Ha! I will do it immediately."
Kosaka Masanobu stood up as promised and said to Li Ergou, his wife and the veteran driver beside him:
"Please follow me."
Liu Shiba hurriedly added:
"I'll give you four hours to see steaming white flour buns... and corn soup with salt flowers."
Seeing the four people walking away, Liu Shiba turned to look at Ni Zi and said for a long time:
"Young lady, I order you to convey the instructions of my family governor to the resting Ashigaru Army.
All the flags and ashigaru took off their hats and hats, and handed them to Mr. Takasaka Masanobu in the auxiliary camp to clean them."
Ni Zijiu's brain collapsed at this moment. He racked his brains and couldn't figure out, what is the drama of the house governor?
But it didn't stop Nizi from strictly carrying out Liu Shiba's orders for a long time. Kosaka Masanobu had already seen the lessons before, and he said loudly:
"ha!"
…………………………
After a while, dozens of rickety-dressed male and female auxiliary soldiers in their prime came into the tent and carried away the grain bags containing flour and cornmeal...
The people around him suddenly disappeared, and only Liu Shiba, Solanta and Meng Tianfang remained in the dark tent of the grain depot.
Liu Shiba looked at the dark night sky and pondered, thinking...
For a long time, Meng Tianfang couldn't help but look at Liu Shiba's back and hesitated:
"Boss! In fact, even if you have a good meal, with less than two thousand capable soldiers, even with the dead soldiers led by me, it will be difficult to resist the Tokugawa and Oda troops.
Before dawn, they must get the news from the rebel generals that Shingen's dead army is in chaos, and then they will seize the opportunity to launch a massive attack on the Takeda territory where Mino belongs..."
Liu Shiba turned around calmly, looked at Meng Tian and said with a smile:
"Do you dare to say that there are two thousand soldiers capable of fighting?"
Meng Tianfang was almost speechless and said coyly:
"But in fact, it's at most eight hundred...the rest are just Ashigaru peasants and soldiers who make up the numbers. They have a great chance of winning if they fight with the wind, and it's okay to snatch heads."
"That's right! So in addition to eating and drinking, we also have to make strange plans."
Liu Shiba was thoughtful and looked at Solanta, who was doing nothing and lying on the empty grain bag, sleeping.
"Solanta, what are you doing?"
Liu Shiba asked pretending to be angry.
"Recharge your batteries, take a nap, and wait for dawn to eat steamed buns."
Solanta responded lazily, which was reasonable.
"Get up! There is something you need to deal with. Among us, you are the only one who can handle it well. How about that?"
Liu Shiba stared at the sleepy Solanta slyly.
It feels really good to be taken seriously by others!
Solanta has not enjoyed this kind of treatment for a long, long time. She has been raising horses, raising horses, raising horses, getting slapped and eaten...
"Only I can handle it?"
Solanta stood up, pointed at the tip of her nose, and said with widened eyes.
Liu Shiba and Meng Tianfang looked at each other with a strange smile...
"Solanta, remember that you are one of the most famous snipers among former American and active military personnel?"
Liu Shiba asked softly, with a slightly flattering tone.
"Bang bang."
Solanta smiled proudly, straightened her waist, patted her chest triumphantly and said with a smile:
"Seller! Boss, you are wrong. I should be the best sniper.
There is no such thing as one. I dare to admit that I am second, and no one dares to pretend to be first..."
"Good job!"
Meng Tianfang was very cooperative and gave a thumbs up and praised.
Meng Tianfang usually didn't praise anyone at all, at least Solanta hadn't seen him before, so he immediately nodded with a smile and said:
"Selling ointment! If Meng Tianfang says yes, then I must be really good!"
Meng Tianfang grinned and turned to look at Liu Shiba speechlessly. How to sing next is left to this mysterious leader...
Liu Shiba stepped forward, held Solanta's hands, and asked earnestly:
"Are you familiar with firearms from all over the world?"
"Of course!"
Solanta answered with her head triumphantly, without any humility.
"Oh! I don't know much about firearms either. I wonder what kind of ancient firearms the Japanese use today? They look similar to fire sticks."
Liu Shiba made a pensive look.
Solanta frowned and thought about it, then said confidently:
"Japanese imitation matchlocks during the Warring States Period seemed to be collectively called iron cannons.
It was the Portuguese who first learned gunpowder manufacturing techniques from China, and then learned primitive fire guns. A hundred years later, merchant ships accidentally drifted to Japan, thus introducing the matchlock technology to Japan.
The Japanese, Hachiban Kinbei, imitated its simple structure and made the first matchlock gun, which soon spread throughout Japan.
The length of the iron cannon is between 80 centimeters and 180 centimeters, and the weight is within two to five kilograms. It is a front-bored musket.
Its damage power was stronger than the simple rope bows at that time. The maximum range of the Japanese bow used in actual combat did not exceed 200 meters, the actual killing distance did not exceed 80 meters, and the absolute lethality was within 40 meters."
When Liu Shiba heard this, he also smiled happily and said:
"What about the musket? How lethal is it?"
Solanta said that she was particularly proud of guns, as if a knowledgeable literary sage came down to earth and said:
"Compared to the bow, the maximum killing range of the matchlock gun is close to 300 meters, but the effective killing range is 80 meters, and the lethal range is 50 meters. Its power is much stronger than the bow and arrow.
The only flaw is that the loading speed of the matchlock gun is too slow, so slow that it makes people cry."
"How slow?"
Liu Shiba grinned and said with a flash in his eyes.
"If you hold your breath and load the bullet for a minute, it will be difficult to shoot out a steel ball!"
Solanta stretched out a finger and laughed.
"Oh! What if I gave you this gun? How many steel balls can it shoot in one minute?"
Liu Shiba turned his head and looked elsewhere, but asked casually.
"Ha ha!"
Solanta laughed and said proudly:
"As long as I make some modifications and change the loading method of the front-loading gun to fixed-loading bullets, it will be fine.
To put it simply, the amount of gunpowder needed for one shot is quantified, and then it is sealed and packed with kraft paper and rolled into a tube shape together with the steel balls. Of course, it is equivalent to the caliber of the fire gun, otherwise it will not be able to be stuffed in, right?"
Liu Shiba looked at Solanta steadily and said seriously:
"How many shots per minute?"
Solanta didn't realize it at this time, and said proudly:
"As long as the quality of the barrel is good enough, it's not difficult to fire seven or eight shots... I...
"Boss, what do you want to do?"
However, Solanta still felt something bad in the end, blinked and asked.
Liu Shiba said with a smile:
"Don't do anything, Solanta, you're very good! It's really good - it's you, bring someone smart immediately.
Well! Just take the forty-six men from Meng Tianfang to collect all the gunpowder in the army and convert it into fixed bullets. Immediately..."
Solanta cried sadly and howled miserably:
"Seller of anointing! I knew God was blind and no good would happen..."
