Maori Yiyuan really didn't change the subject on purpose to avoid the punishment of the cold sea water. There were really countless splashing sounds in the darkness in front of everyone.
The sea was pitch black, but three large ships were moored a hundred meters away. Perhaps to lower their targets, most of the lights on the large ships were dark.
Then with the firelight and faint starlight on the battlefield, people could vaguely see something approaching on the sea. The sound should be a rowing boat.
"Silence... All on alert, prepare for battle..." People let go of the warriors, raised their rifles, and formed a simple fire net on the edge of the beach to welcome the unidentified visitors.
Getting closer, getting closer, and suddenly a bright light flashed across the sea opposite. It was a closed kerosene lamp that was turned on rhythmically. The flashing light was the communication signal commonly used by the Chinese navy.
"Don't shoot, they're from the Navy..." Ma Hui growled, then pulled out an unused torch from his waist, tore off the oil paper sealing the top, and lit it with a match.
The torches attracted visitors from the sea, and there was only the sound of gun bolts being pulled. The soldiers on the sea did not know whether they were friends or foes on the shore.
Ma Hui turned the torch clockwise three times in the air, and one and a half times counterclockwise. These codes matched. This was the simplest identification code in the New Army.
"Brothers opposite, which part are you from?"
"General Xiang is on the shore, we are from the general's guard..."
"Damn! Mr. Long rushed up personally? What did you do? How can you let the commander-in-chief be on the front line? I am Lin Zhen... Qiu Wei and Yan Xing are also here. The Prime Minister asked us to support you... "
Lin Zhen's voice was very familiar to Mr. Long. During the Ryukyu Uprising, Mr. Long, the son of the Lin family, knew him. He was a descendant of the native Ryukyu sect.
Xiang Shaolong walked to the front and said, "Lin Zhen! How many people have you brought here? Will it affect naval operations..."
"Report to the general!" There was a saluting voice in the darkness. "The Prime Minister asked us to bring one hundred and fifty people. Although there are not many people, we have brought you a batch of secret weapons!"
With the sound, the sampan finally appeared. The navy soldiers jumped into the waist-deep icy water and dragged the wooden boat onto the beach. Soon, one hundred and fifty carefully selected navy sailors stood on the beach waiting. During the general's review, every three of them carried a huge wooden box, which looked very heavy.
Everyone didn't know what kind of medicine the Prime Minister was selling in the gourd. Mr. Long personally walked over and picked up a box with one hand. Using the five fingers of his right hand like iron pliers, he crushed the wooden box into pieces, revealing the balls of straw inside.
Then he took out a large, strange-looking musket. "Oh my God! What is this? It's as thick as a big bamboo pole..."
In Mr. Long's hand was a strange rifle that was nearly one meter long. He said this gun was strange because it was actually a matchlock gun. A long matchlock was not yet lit but was wrapped around the gun. It looked like it was not a rear-loader. , but front-mounted.
What's even more bizarre is the caliber of this rifle. It's so thick that it's as thick as a teacup. The diameter actually reaches 120 mm. This is not a musket. Isn't this just a cannon?
Look at the barrel of the gun, which is one centimeter thick. It is made of pure steel and is heavy in the hand. "What kind of gun is this? It must weigh fifty kilograms? Who can use this kind of weapon except Lian Jiazi?"
"Report to the General, this is a new weapon developed by American engineers and teachers and students from the Engineering Department of the University of Ryukyu according to the Prime Minister's idea. The Prime Minister gave it the name Shotgun!"
"This is the most original model. According to the requirements, it should be operated by two people. The bullets are paper-wrapped bullets..." Lin Zhen took out a paper cylinder from under the box that was as large as the caliber of a shotgun.
"It is divided into upper and lower layers. The lower layer is the gunpowder launching part, and the upper layer is painted red with the warhead. The principle is very simple... the match rope ignites the pure gunpowder in the lower layer from the fire door, and the huge explosion impact knocks out the upper warhead! "
"The upper warhead is a mixture of strong gunpowder, small iron nails, and broken iron filings. It usually explodes ten meters away. Countless iron filings and nails will form an explosion, just like iron sand. The principle is the same, no matter whether the opponent you are facing has practiced the golden bell and iron shirt, one shot will smash them all into sieves..."
"Wow..." everyone exclaimed, "Hey, my dear, with such a thick barrel, how much iron sand will it explode in one breath?"
"Haha, the Ryukyu Military Factory has done an experiment. Once the warhead explodes, no grass will grow within five steps, and everyone within ten steps will be injured. Aren't Rakshasa ghosts strong and good at hand-to-hand combat? Then let them try this..."
Shotguns are also called shotguns in later generations. Their combat principle is the same as that of the past muskets, which the Chinese called fire guns.
Since mankind's precision manufacturing technology is not yet mature, it is indeed difficult to produce small-caliber shotguns of the later generations. It is very complicated to make a breech-loading shotgun.
But it is much easier to make it into a front-loading shape. The craftsmanship of a smooth-bore matchlock gun can be made not only by Western engineers, but also by the skilled craftsmen of the Ministry of Industry of the Qing Dynasty.
If the gunpowder is not powerful enough, use caliber to make up for it. The larger the caliber, the more powerful it will be. What? Are you saying it's too heavy to handle? Get rid of it, there are so many perverts practicing martial arts in this era, the 120mm shotgun Long Ye can fire with one hand.
If it doesn't work, just use two people to operate it together. Anyway, this thing doesn't need to be aimed at all. It's completely full-scale damage. Half the street will be filled with iron sand after one shot.
"There are fifty boxes in total. There are five shotguns in each box. The bottom is full of bullets... save them. There is no place to replenish the bullets when they are used up..."
"250 shotguns, general, please check..."
"It's useless to order a test! The war has reached a stalemate, why don't you use new weapons quickly..."
"You, you, you... you Fuso warriors, it's time for you to atone for your crimes. If you don't want to be imprisoned after the war, you have to use your merits to pay for it!"
"Now follow my orders, protect the shotguns and transport them to the battlefield... Wherever the fighting is the fiercest, you can go there!"
Shimazu Asuka, Mori Ichigen and the others gave a military salute, and then each unit held the shotguns and distributed the special shotgun bags, shouting and rushing towards the most accumulated place on the battlefield.
"What a bastard! I let you be arrogant... and use your strength to bully others. Come on! The bastards will come up to me and fight me hand to hand! I'm not afraid of you..."
Experimenting with new weapons is always exciting. Xiang Shaolong was holding a shotgun with one hand. A paper-wrapped bullet was already loaded in the barrel, and the matchlock was lit. Now he was waiting for the damn devil to come to his door. .
The general's guards protected Long Ye and began to rush forward. Before they could run more than a hundred meters, they heard gunshots suddenly burst out in a barn. Just as the guard company was looking for cover and fired back, suddenly someone belonging to A squad of Russian soldiers suddenly rushed out from the right flank of the defense and rushed towards them with bayonets in hand.
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