At this moment, Chen Xiaomu was sitting in front of a greasy table, frowning, thinking hard. He had just weighed the so-called magic iron, and the total weight was ninety-one kilograms and twenty taels. The terrible thing is The scales of this era were old scales weighing one pound and sixteen taels. One pound was about thirty-seven grams, so he had to struggle in his mind to convert it into later generations' one pound, one pound, one tael, and fifty. Gram, because the search engine in his mind found that the weight of the firearm parts of later generations were calculated according to the weight units of later generations, so they had to be converted. His final conversion result was that this piece of divine iron weighed according to the weight units of later generations. In unit terms, it is a little over 108 kilograms. What's even more terrible is that after converting this unit and drawing it into a single component of a firearm, you have to convert it back to the ancient weight unit. Otherwise, these ancient blacksmiths would not be able to understand and master it. The weight of the parts is not good. The parts made by the pour casting method have different weights, and the volumes will definitely be different. In the end, they will not be able to be assembled on one gun.
Wei Yushang stood behind Chen Xiaomu, watching him immersed himself in writing various numbers and formulas on the paper with a brush, and calculating various numbers and formulas. In her eyes, it was like a book from heaven, and she couldn't understand it at all. Curious and funny, I wanted to ask several times, but when I saw Chen Xiaomu's bitter and resentful look, I suppressed what I wanted to ask.
It was not easy to get this magical iron that can be used to cast guns, but it fell from space. Chen Xiaomu estimated that the chance of encountering this kind of opportunity again in the future would be smaller than searching for a needle in the bottom of the sea, so he wanted to make good use of this piece of iron. All the iron is used on the blade, and we strive not to waste any of it.
After searching for a long time in his mind, it was really difficult to find a gun that was both powerful, light weight and with few parts. First of all, it was about machine guns. He didn't even dare to think about heavy machine guns. Not to mention that they were too heavy. As for the bullet, I cast the bullet casing using the pour-casting method, and then manually filled the primer and installed the warhead. I guess even working non-stop for a day would not be enough to fire a heavy machine gun in a few seconds. It’s just words. Then again, if you don’t have heavy weapons, just get a few pistols. If the shooting of "ba, ba" is okay for self-defense, on the battlefield, it should not be as effective as the bow and arrow in cold weapons. If you want to suppress the enemy, you must have Heavy weapons are really a dilemma.
At this time, Chen Xiaomu's mind was like reviewing weapons in an arsenal. Rows of various weapons slowly passed through his mind. Suddenly, his eyes stopped in an inconspicuous corner, where there were several weapons thrown around. With a small tube, Chen Xiaomu slapped his thigh excitedly, and with a "pop" sound, Wei Yushang and Lu Xiaocui, who were standing behind him, were startled. At first, they looked at him with his eyes slightly closed like an old monk in trance. , I’m still curious and want to ask but don’t dare to ask! Now I suddenly feel like I have lost my mind again!
"Teacher, what's wrong with you?" Wei Yushang couldn't help but asked cautiously.
Chen Xiaomu waved his hand, "Hey, you don't understand even after I told you, so don't bother me.
Wei Yushang was so angry that she raised her mouth and wanted to retort to him, but when she saw that her teacher had entered the same state as the old monk before, she had no choice but to stamp her feet and ignore him.
At this moment, Chen Xiaomu was so happy that he had no time to care about Wei Yushang's emotions. He was just staring at the small tubes lying on the ground. It turned out that these small tubes were invented by the Japanese when they invaded China. Although the grenade can be said to be extremely backward in the era he traveled through, in this ancient era of cold weapons, if it is used on the battlefield, it will definitely be a big killer in the face of the enemy troops who are lined up and charging intensively. , a shell fell, killing or injuring people within a radius of more than ten meters. I think back then, a group of four to five hundred people, equipped with a dozen grenade launchers, dared to fight head-on with a division of the Chinese army with more than 10,000 people. , and can often win most of the time, which can be described as extremely arrogant.
The key is that this grenade tube has a very simple structure and uses very little iron. A 50 mm caliber grenade tube is about 400 mm long and weighs only five kilograms. It is lighter than a rifle, but has a range of It can reach more than 700 meters, and it is very easy to operate. The grenades used can also be cast in batches, which is much more powerful than the heavy machine gun!
As long as Chen Xiaomu concentrates on an object for a little longer, the object will be automatically decomposed into various parts in his mind, including the length, width, diameter, weight, and appearance of the part, all of which will be displayed in his mind. This function has been felt by him ever since he was forced to drink some kind of soul-consciousness separated water by the old skeleton lady and traveled through time. Sometimes he inadvertently recalled the planes he often took on business trips in later generations, and he could instantly remember it in his mind. Break it down into thousands of parts, but at that time it was like a display screen in his mind, which showed the appearance of densely packed aircraft parts, and countless data appeared around the parts, sometimes It annoys him so much! In short, as long as it is an object that he has come into contact with in the world he has traveled through, or has seen from books, the Internet, or even movies and TV shows, he can break them down in his mind as long as he is willing. Come on, but there are two prerequisites for all this. If there are no suitable manufacturing materials in reality, or no one can help him make these disassembled parts according to the drawings he drew, and give them to him for assembly, Then he can only think about it! It has no effect at all.
After repeated searches in his mind, Chen Xiaomu finally determined that he would use this so-called magic iron to imitate the Type 89 grenades of six little devils, and then imitate two German MP5 submachine guns. Considering that ancient military generals liked to visit in person To boost morale in front of the two armies, it is absolutely essential to copy an Austrian S16 sniper rifle, and then copy two American Stoner 100 light machine guns, and then consider that in this world where martial arts masters are everywhere, Su Xingran and In order to defend himself, he copied all the remaining Shentie into ten Austrian Koroc 17 pistols. Since there was no fiberglass in this world, the grips and butts on the guns were all changed by Chen Xiaomu to the northern ones. Unique, hard material iron birch instead.
These weapons in Chen Xiaomu's copycat also have a common feature, that is, they are powerful and light in weight. Except for the Koroc 17 pistol, the bullets of the other three guns can be interchanged with each other. The heaviest of them, the Stoner 100 light machine gun, is the air-to-air gun. The total weight of the gun is less than five kilograms, and the lightest Korok pistol weighs only 0.6 kilograms empty. What worries him most now is that these parts that are copied according to the original size of the original gun are assembled into a complete gun. Whether the gun can be used, even if the firepower is weaker and the range is shorter, it can still create a new era in this world!
Chen Xiaomu was very uncomfortable with using brushes and ancient square rulers to draw, so he finally had no choice but to let Wei Yushang do the writing. He gave detailed guidance and completed the drawings, which seemed to Wei Yushang like a book from heaven.
After lunch, Zheng Jiang began to make molds under the guidance of his master Hu Wanli. Because Chen Xiaomu was worried that the gun accessories made of Shenite would not be usable, he asked Zheng Jiang to first make the mold for the German MP5 submachine gun, which had more parts and was more complicated. In his mind, as long as this gun can be copied successfully, copying other guns in the village should be no problem at all.
Zheng Jiang took out a large piece of soft black stuff like later plasticine and put it on the table, and slapped it twice with his hand. Several random fingerprints were immediately left on the surface of the black stuff. , Chen Xiaomu couldn't help but asked: "Master Zheng, what is this?"
Zheng Jiang first glanced at his master Hu Wanli on the bed, and then said: "Master, this is a special kind of clay we bought from outside."
Hu Wanli leaned on the bedside shelf and coughed. He said with a rather embarrassed look on his face: "Master, we have to do something. Please go to the living room to drink tea."
Chen Xiaomu was stunned when he heard the sound, and thought to himself, what is this for? I also want to see how you do it! Fortunately, Wei Yushang reacted quickly. When she saw Chen Xiaomu still standing stupidly, she grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to the carriage outside the house, saying, "Shall we go back?"
Chen Xiaomu said blankly: "Why are you going back? If it gets dark early, it won't be too late to leave before we see."
Wei Yushang rolled her eyes at him, "They already issued an order to expel guests, but you didn't hear it?"
Chen Xiaomu asked innocently, "I didn't offend them, why did they give me an expulsion order?"
Wei Yushang said angrily: "This is someone else's unique skill, and you didn't become my teacher, why would someone let you see it?"
"Oh!" Chen Xiaomu suddenly understood and couldn't help laughing: "These craftsmen are really shady, and they don't know what to say!" If that's the case, just go back. "
Guanshan Town at the foot of Mangdang Mountain is the first big town after leaving Xinjing City. There are rows of houses on the streets. Normally, pedestrians on the road are crowded and bustling because it is only more than 20 miles away from Xinjing City and is well managed. It is relatively lax, and there is no curfew at night. There is no shortage of brothels, bars, and bathhouses. In short, everything that is available in Xinjing City is available here, so most businessmen traveling from south to north will come here when entering and leaving Xinjing City. Hit the tip and rest for a night before leaving.
At this time, there were almost no pedestrians on the street, and the heavy snow was still falling. Occasionally, I saw one or two pedestrians, wearing raincoats and hats, hurried past on the road with their heads hunched, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Five tall horses were walking slowly at the end of the street. The people on the horses each held a yellow paper umbrella in their hands, as if they were deliberately covering their faces so that people could not see their true faces. The leader The man was riding a yellow gelding, wearing a moon-white brocade robe. He looked like a businessman and an official in his attire. Several people rode their horses and slowly came to the mountain stairs of Mangdang Mountain at the end of the street. They looked at the man who had been captured. On the stairs covered by snow, the rider on the horse stood in a daze, as if thinking about how to deal with it.
A rider wearing a short black coat rode over and said softly: "Young Master, the snow is falling too much and has covered the stairs going up the mountain. Going up the mountain like this will be extremely dangerous, so why not find an inn to stay in first?" Come down and wait until the snow stops before going up the mountain."
The young master heard the sound and turned to look at him, and said coldly: "Leave one person to look after the horse, and the others will get off the horse and go up the mountain!" After saying that, he took the lead in throwing off the yellow paper oil umbrella in his hand, and flew off the horse without looking back. He jumped back and jumped over more than ten steps. As soon as his body landed, his toes lightly touched the snow, and his body immediately flew up again, flying up the mountain like a big bird. In the blink of an eye, the figure turned into a black dot in the distance.
At this moment, in a secret room of Sanqing Temple, a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a gray Taoist robe with gold trim, elegant appearance, and three long beards, who looks about forty years old and has an extraordinary bearing, is sitting on a dragon head chair. He had a pair of thick eyebrows furrowed and was staring down at a Taoist priest who was trembling with fright at his feet. There seemed to be a lot of helplessness in his eyes. After a while, he waved his hand and gave a soft drink, "Someone, throw him into the python cave!"
As soon as the middle-aged Taoist priest finished speaking, four strong young Taoist priests in short clothes ran in from the door. Two of them lifted up the Taoist priests who were lying on the ground and walked outside. As soon as they reached the door, they almost came into contact with each other outside. An old Taoist came in a hurry and bumped into him. The old Taoist seemed to be very old, but his body was very nimble. He nimbly dodged to the side and lightly avoided it. The old Taoist took a look at the Taoist priest who was being held up and looked ashen. Instead of being angry, he was angry at the Taoist priest. A Taoist priest wearing short clothes warned: "I'm going to see the Lord, you guys wait here for now, don't take away the governor before I come out!"
Several young Taoist priests looked at each other, and one of them timidly said: "Yes" to observe the prison.
The middle-aged Taoist priest sitting on the faucet chair in the room was about to get up and leave. When he saw the old Taoist priest coming in, he sat back and smiled at him: "Yuanhao, you are here by chance. I was about to send someone to find you."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Hao quickly bowed and cupped his hands and said, "My lord, this subordinate came here specifically to apologize to my lord!"
''Oh, Yuan Hao, what are you guilty of? "The middle-aged Taoist priest laughed after hearing this, as if he was not surprised at all.
"This...!" Yuan Hao hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "My lord, what Qin Ruo did was my consent!"
"Haha!" the middle-aged Taoist priest sneered, "Do you think I don't know?"
Yuan Hao was so frightened that he trembled all over and hurriedly knelt at the feet of the middle-aged Taoist priest with a plop. While kowtowing, he said: "This subordinate deserves to be punished. Please punish me."
The middle-aged Taoist priest glanced at him sideways, his tone softened a lot, and he said softly: "Get up! Although this matter was approved by you, you were also deceived by Wang Qinruo."
Yuan Hao did not get up from the ground immediately. He still lay at the feet of the middle-aged Taoist priest and begged: "My lord, Qinruo has been with you for so many years. He has no merit but hard work. His mistake this time was also trapped by love. Please, Lord, for the sake of past friendship, please open your eyes and spare him this time!"
"Humph! What a love-struck person! He almost ruined my big event!" The middle-aged Taoist priest stood up from the dragon's chair with a "huo" sound, flicked his sleeves and turned to leave. Yuan Hao saw that it was not good and was busy on the ground. He climbed a few steps and hugged the middle-aged man's thigh. His nose and tears flowed out, and he begged bitterly: "My lord, now is the time when we are employing people. I hope that my lord can spare Qinruo's life." It’s better to let him lose his merit!”
The middle-aged Taoist priest sighed, looked down at Yuan Hao's old face full of tears, and said bitterly: "What great things can I expect from a man who is trapped by love? This man is already dead, you don't have to Please plead for him again.”
At this time, Yuan Hao's heart suddenly changed, and he risked his life, insisting: "My lord, I am willing to use Xiang Shang's head as a guarantee for Qinruo. If he makes the mistake of loving his children again, I am willing to die with Qinruo!" "
The middle-aged Taoist priest was silent for a long time, and then said helplessly: "Okay, death penalty can be avoided, but living crime is unforgivable. Go and let him cut off one of his fingers and send it over!"
When Yuan Hao heard this, he felt relieved and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, Lord, for not killing me. I'll do it right now." After saying that, he stood up and walked quickly outside.
At this time, another old Taoist priest with a pale face and wrinkles hurriedly walked in the door. When he saw Yuan Hao, he just nodded slightly to him and passed by.
The middle-aged Taoist priest stopped, frowned and asked, "Old Wu, look at your panic, what happened?"
The old Taoist priest, known as Lao Wu, immediately took a few steps, bent down and cupped his hands, and said in a high-pitched voice: "My lord, there are distinguished guests outside who want to see you!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest's face darkened, "Old Wu, am I talking on deaf ears?" "
Old Wu felt anxious and stammered: "No, sir, sir, the guest is from our palace in Qi!"
Hearing this, the middle-aged Taoist priest waved his hands and said angrily: "The country has been given to him, what else does he want? No, no, even if he comes, he will not be seen!"
"But, but." Old Wu murmured: "He carried a letter from the Queen Mother to the Lord. "
"What?" The middle-aged Taoist priest was startled, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Did you let me tell you what Lao Wu was thinking? But he didn't dare to say it clearly, so he could only stand dryly.
