The matchlock gun is about five feet long (32.7 centimeters is one foot in the Ming Dynasty). It is completely black and has a layer of paint on the surface, giving it a cold feeling.
And each box of fire guns is equipped with the same number of shining gun knives.
The blunderbuss is in the style of a long bayonet, but a hanging type has not yet been developed. The blunderbuss can only be worn as a short sword on the waist. When close combat is needed, the round wooden handle of the blunderbuss is inserted into the barrel of the matchlock blunderbuss. It is similar to the "quick gun" blunderbuss in history.
Looking at the very round and straight matchlock blunderbuss tube, Jiang Xinghuo asked curiously: "How was this blunderbuss tube made? Liu Sheng, the general manager, ran to the military battle station, so he naturally knew it. He explained: "First get a big chopstick. An ordinary iron rod is used as the shaft.
Then it is wrapped with a red-hot hammer and forged into three sections of iron pipes. After the joints are burned red, the tools are used to hit them together... This is not yet finished. After cooling, use a four-sided steel cone to stretch it. Go in and turn it through, so that the inner wall of the matchlock barrel is extremely smooth. In this way, the gunpowder and projectiles can be fired without any hindrance. "
There are thousands of craftsmen in the War and Weapons Bureau who make firearms in total, and they can make nearly thirty firearms every day on average. The quality control is very strict. Although the things are made by hand, their performance is not bad, and the materials used are That's good, it won't explode at every turn.
The craftsmen all engraved their names on it. If there is a quality problem rather than a usage problem, they will be held accountable in the end, so naturally they dare not fail to do their best.
Jiang Xinghuo nodded and checked the ammunition of the matchlock gun. It was a standard projectile of three coins (about 15 grams).
Jiang Xinghuo picked up another matchlock gun and weighed it... I estimated it to be six to seven pounds in hand. It came with a stick like a crutch, which he proposed to use for loading. The gunpowder tool has a small knob at the end. It was wrapped in fabric and I tried to simulate it. It worked pretty well.
So, the matchgun (bird gun) came out more than a hundred years in advance?
In the history of Jiang Xinghuo's previous life, the bird gun was almost synonymous with the matchlock gun. As an imported product, it was a product that the Ming Dynasty did not originally have. The Ming Dynasty's fire gun did not have a match rope.
It was the twenty-seventh year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty (1548). The Ming army recovered Shuangyu Island, a pirate nest occupied by the Portuguese and Japanese (later in the southeastern sea of Yinxian County, Zhejiang Province), and found a strange weapon among the trophies. It was different from the firecrackers they used before. This was the first blunderbuss the Chinese had ever seen. After seeing it, the commander-in-chief Lu Ti asked his subordinates to imitate it.
At a similar time, the Rumi Kingdom (the Ming Dynasty's name for Ottoman Turkey) also provided the Ming Dynasty with similar firearms, namely the Rumi gun, through trade or tribute.
Now is the first year of Yongle, which is 1403 when converted to the Gregorian calendar. The matchlock gun came out 145 years ahead of schedule in the Ming Dynasty.
This may not seem like a step-change in progress, but in fact it means that in the use of firearms, the Ming Dynasty has already opened up a generational gap with foreign countries.
"Go outside and try to cum." Jiang Xinghuo said.
This time, it was the most rebellious Zhu Yong who took the lead and picked up a matchlock gun and walked outside the county government office.
If it were inside the county government office, not only would it not be able to be used, but it would also cause panic. The open space outside would be much better. It didn't rain at night, which was perfect for firing matchguns.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhu Yong skillfully completed a series of operations such as loading the propellant powder, tamping the powder with a stick, then loading and tamping lead bullets weighing three cents, and then opening the door to ignite the match rope.
It can be seen that Zhu Yong must have practiced a lot on weekdays.
Zhu Yong aimed at the target in the distance and pulled the trigger hard. The trigger would link a rack with a match rope inside the match rope gun, igniting the burning match rope. This match rope was made of fine hemp rope soaked in saltpeter. (Potassium nitrate), a sustainable slow-burning igniter that is dried and dried, so that the gunman only needs to pull the trigger to ignite the propellant. "boom!"
With a sound, black smoke filled the air, and the lead bullets in the barrel flew out, hitting the edge of the target placed thirty steps away, piercing and shattering it.
"Well done, Brother Yong!" "Well done!"
Xu Jingchang and Zhang Anshi, who were standing aside, couldn't help but clapped their hands and exclaimed.
Zhu Yongque
Still remaining silent, only he knew that the shot just now was somewhat lucky. The matchlock gun has no rifling, and it was a gun picked up at random, and the result was achieved entirely by feel.
But at this time, it was naturally time to "pretend to be an expert without saying anything." Zhu Yong put away the matchlock and glanced at the Imperial Master out of the corner of his eye.
.....Praise me quickly! Praise me quickly! "It's really good."
Jiang Xinghuo smiled and praised.
"Zhu Yong, you are really good. You can shoot so accurately tonight?" Liu Sheng also praised and asked: Why didn't you notice it before? You guys hide it so well. "
But looking at Zhu Yong, Jiang Xinghuo felt a little strange. His father, Zhu Neng, was obviously a senior general who believed in the most staunch philosophy of "cavalry is king," but this rebellious son was very interested in firearms... Of course, if this is a manifestation of adolescence, then it doesn't seem strange.
Jiang Xinghuo was quite satisfied with the power of the match-rope gun made in the first year of Yongle.
Although Jiang Xinghuo did not draw the design drawings of the matchlock gun himself, many of the ideas were provided by him. The early advent of this thing was naturally inseparable from him.
And with the matchlock gun, even the most primitive one, it is an out-and-out dimensionality reduction blow for other countries that are still in the era of primitive hot weapons and absolutely cold weapons!
What Jiang Xinghuo has to do this time is to manufacture and improve matchlock muskets in large quantities, and even to create flintlock muskets with rifling and fixed ammunition as the industrial revolution progresses, in order to cope with the upcoming global war!
The Ming Dynasty wanted to become an empire where the sun and the moon never set, but it was too slow to rely solely on cold weapons. Modern global hegemony all have advanced military technology!
This kind of military technology from the firearms age will not only put its skills to the test on the battlefield to quell the White Lotus Rebellion, but will also exert its unparalleled power in water conservancy projects!
Digging a barrier lake by civilians is both dangerous and slow. It may take more than ten days or even dozens of days to dig it out.
Reliable gunpowder, one day is enough!
Returning to the county government office, I looked at the mountains of various materials piled up in front of me.
Jiang Xinghuo took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with joy. He felt a little excited after being frustrated in Songjiang Mansion for so long.
"Finally, it's time to show off your skills!"
After some preparations, Jiang Xinghuo left the front yard of the county government and returned to his room. At this time, Sun Kun and several craftsmen leaders had been waiting for a long time.
"National Master, everything is ready here. When can we leave?" Sun Kun leaned over and asked.
Jiang Xinghuo glanced at the group of people in front of him, and finally fixed his gaze on the leader of the craftsmen who had previously made the hot air balloon. He said in a solemn tone: "Get some rest early. Early tomorrow morning, we will set off for Dahuangpu, Shanghai County!".br>
"I am Li Fuwu of Dongxiang. My family has no business background and only cultivates 30 acres of government land. At the beginning of the first month of the first year of Yongle, I sold my clothes to buy a plow and a hoe. I worked hard day and night. I had to repay my private debt and lose my government rent. , Who would have thought that from February to March, there would be no rain and the lake would be exhausted. I want a little bit of water, but several carts of cars can't get it, but it is bloodier than the eyes of farmers. The rolling Wusong is like a ditch, and farmers are fighting for water like pearls. Once the rice fields are The sand is all over the place. There is also National Master Jiang Xinghuo, praying for rain so that no calamity will occur, and the heavy rain will destroy Qingmiaopu..." A distant song came from the rain curtain, and everyone in the team changed their expressions.
Jiang Xinghuo was riding on a small gray horse and wearing simple clothes, which was in sharp contrast to Song Li who was riding a big white horse next to him.
"National Master, do you want it?"
Wang Bin rode his horse forward and asked in a low voice.
Jiang Xinghuo shook his head, then laughed and said, "Why, the farmers are resentful and they are not allowed to sing anymore?"
Liu Sheng, who was standing next to him, also said: "It's not that I'm not allowed to sing, it's just that the influence is not good. The Imperial Master may not feel it, but it will inevitably have an impact on the Imperial Master's reputation."
Jiang Xinghuo didn't want to explain more, just said: "Most of the people can't read the Di newspaper, are illiterate, and can't understand the silver iodide artificial rainfall. Some misunderstandings are normal, not to mention that since I have embarked on the path of reform, I will I have never cared about my reputation...Besides, my reputation is not
It is constant. If you do something beneficial to the people, the people will always have a strong balance in their hearts. "
"move on!"
"The Imperial Master has an order, keep going!"
The scouts and horses ran back and forth, and the team that had just stopped cheered up and continued to march on the muddy road in the rain.
The farmers singing next to them were also startled after hearing these orders, and they all fled away in fear.
Not long after walking, they suddenly bumped into four Jiangnan scholars carrying book boxes. One of them was pulling a stubborn donkey who had been trying to turn back.
"It's hard to travel, it's hard to travel! Don't you see the bright golden branches in Jianzhang Palace, thousands of long branches hanging down on the ground. In February and March, the flowers are like sleet, and you don't see the nine layers of darkness."
"We brothers ran into Zhou Jin last time. This time the White Lotus Sect rebelled, so don't run into him. It's really not a good thing."
"That's right, it's bad luck!"
If Zhu Di, Jin Youzi, Ji Gang, Tong Xin and others were here, they would definitely recognize that these were the unlucky four brothers they met in Songjiang Mansion last time. If Zhongyiwei hadn't taken action, they would have been almost deceived into Zhang Erlang's house. They were slaughtered as fat sheep in Wubao.
It was this stubborn donkey that almost made Zhu Di the first emperor to be kicked to death by a donkey.
"You think this Imperial Master can't pray less when praying for rain? It's raining heavily, making it difficult to walk.
"Yes, I heard that Magistrate Huang of Songjiang Prefecture personally went to Shanghai County to urge the magistrate of Shanghai to arrest civilians. It seems that he wants to dig up Dahuangpu?"
"Hey! Who came up with the idea? If we dig up Dahuangpu, wouldn't Shanghai Pudong suffer? What will happen if the county is flooded?"
"Who else could it be? The Imperial Master. He seems to be someone who doesn't understand hydrology and geography. He's so stupid that his nose is filled with snot." "That's right!"
Wang Bin finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"You guys, stop here!"
