After opening the package, a two-foot-eight-inch firegun that weighed seven kilograms suddenly appeared in front of everyone. Looking at this terrifying weapon, everyone's eyes showed a trace of envy. In today's troubled times, something like this is definitely a good thing for home travel and self-defense!
The soldiers carefully handed over the Weiyuan gun and lead shot gunpowder to Wang Kangxin's hands.
Feeling the cold touch and heavy weight of the firegun in his hand, Wang Kangxin's eyes gradually turned cold.
The fire gun in his hand at this time is called Weiyuan Gun. It is a new type of fire gun that was improved by craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry in the third year of Anhe on the basis of the bird gun and the three-eyed gun. Although the fire blunderbuss is still slow to load, every time you fire a round, you have to wait for a while before firing the next round.
However, compared with the three-eyed blunderbuss, bird blunderbuss and Weiyuan blunderbuss that are currently installed on a large scale by the Great Zhou Forbidden Army, the shooting range, strike accuracy, and reloading speed have been greatly improved. Once they came out, they were deeply It won the favor of Shangguan Hongyuan, the current chief minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and even named it Weiyuan Gun.
Although the Weiyuan gun is advanced and powerful, because the Weiyuan gun is complicated to make, the labor hours required to make each Weiyuan gun is more than ten times that of making a three-eyed gun or a bird gun. The materials consumed are more than three times that of the three-eyed gun and the bird gun...
Therefore, although four years have passed since it was successfully developed, this fire gun has still not been equipped with large-scale equipment for the Imperial Army. It has only been equipped with small-scale equipment for Shangguan Hongyuan's direct army Shenwu Army.
Wang Kangxin knew how powerful this Weiyuan gun was, but he couldn't bear it. He relied on a lot of connections and spent a lot of money to get such one from the Shenwu Army. It has always been a very precious thing, and he often wiped it and maintained it. , will never be used easily.
Under the gaze of his soldiers, Wang Kangxin first visually measured the distance, then took out a certain amount of powder from the bamboo gunpowder jar and poured it into the muzzle of the gun.
Looking vaguely at the house, someone in the Zhou army took out a blunderbuss and seemed to want to hit him. The little bearded Gongdu who was sent to persuade him to surrender not only did not have any fear, on the contrary, he became even more excited and sprayed out his mouth. More foul language.
"You little brats of the Zhou Dynasty, you really don't know how to behave. Come and beat your grandfather and me..." The mustache pointed at his head and said loudly and contemptuously:
As Mustache's words appeared, the palace guards were stunned, and there was a burst of laughter. During this period, they were surrounded and suppressed by the Zhou army and were hiding in Tibet. They did not dare to show their heads at all. Now that they had the upper hand, they naturally wanted to vent and have fun.
Hearing the laughter of his own people behind him, a proud smile appeared on the corner of Mustache's mouth. He was not a madman, nor was he not afraid of death.
But he understood that the effective shooting distance of the two main types of firearms equipped by the Zhou army, the three-eyed blunderbuss and the bird blunderbuss, was no more than 150 steps at most.
And where he was standing was about two hundred steps away from the house door, so the firearms in Zhou Jun's hands could not hit him at all.
Hearing the mustache shouting like this, all the soldiers in the courtyard were filled with jealousy and wanted to rush out and cut the mustache into pieces.
Although his men were agitated, as the commander, Wang Kangxin was not affected by the other party's provocation and continued to practice unhurriedly. After loading the gunpowder, he loaded the lead shot into the muzzle of the gun, and then He took out the stick and tamped it down.
After loading the ammunition, Wang Kangxin raised the musket and formally aimed at the little Hu Gongdu man 200 steps away. While he was aiming, the soldiers beside him were assisting, setting the match rope. It clicked into the bayonet, opened the gantry, opened the lid of the gunpowder tank, poured the primer into it, and then looked at Wang Kangxin.
Faced with the questioning look of the soldier, Wang Kangxin nodded as usual. Seeing this, the soldier lit the match. With a sharp sound, the match of the Weiyuan Gun was lit.
The eyes of the imperial soldiers in the courtyard were all focused on Wang Kangxin with their mighty blunderbuss.
There was a trace of worry in everyone's eyes. Everyone knew that it was almost impossible to hit the hateful Gongdu man from this distance, but everyone hoped that a miracle would happen. That nagging Gongdu man, shut his damn mouth completely.
Taking a deep breath, feeling that he was ready, Wang Kangxin pulled the trigger. The next second, he heard a bang, and a stream of gray-white smoke came out of the muzzle of the Weiyuan gun, and two hundred steps away, , a bright blood flower bloomed on the chest of the mustache who was laughing unscrupulously...
Feeling the sharp pain in his chest and the rapid loss of physical strength, Mustache looked stunned and looked down at the wound on his chest in disbelief.
Seeing his blood-soaked, bone-deep wounds, Xiao Hu opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but unfortunately, he could only open his mouth now, but no sound came out. There was a pop, and Mustache fell to the ground, completely lifeless.
"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"
Seeing that the mustache was really killed by his commander with one shot, all the soldiers of the imperial army in the house were greatly boosted in morale, shouting loudly with excitement on their faces, and all looked at Wang Kangxin with respect. Like a god.
The imperial soldiers in the house were so excited, and the palace soldiers surrounding the outside were so depressed. After a while, they finally remembered and sent two people to drag Mustache's body back.
Putting down the Weiyuan gun in his hand and looking at his men with boosted morale, Wang Kangxin also had a faint smile on his face.
Taking advantage of his morale, Wang Kangxin made arrangements in a deep voice; "Everyone, take the time to rest. When darkness falls, we will break out of the encirclement from here and fight our way out!"
Regarding Wang Kangxin's plan, everyone nodded in agreement, but accidents always happened suddenly, and a puzzled voice sounded from the crowd.
"Why don't we stick around and wait for help? Our brothers and sisters outside should have discovered the situation here..."
Hearing the appearance of this voice, Wang Kangxin's eyes subconsciously showed a complex look.
He obviously couldn't tell his men that the reason why they were in this situation was because he, Wang Kangxin, offended his immediate boss Xu Zhaojie. Therefore, they would not have reinforcements at all. If they wanted to survive, they would only Can rely on oneself.
