Tiger was accompanied by a group of soldiers he had brought with him, as well as Bernard Weislev, and the security guards attached to them. There were a total of 20 of these people, all sitting there neatly, looking down at the papyrus in front of them.
"How's it going?" Tang Mo's voice came in before he even entered the room. Everyone raised their heads with sad faces and shook their heads at Tang Mo.
Tang Mo also knew that this matter could not be accomplished overnight, and that it required a lot of time and patience, so he was not frustrated and walked to the blackboard to explain to them.
The people in front of him were basically Tang Mo's current military team, so he didn't hide his clumsiness and told them all the tactical ideas he knew.
This is the battlefield experience accumulated by later generations for thousands of years. Every detail is the essence that has been preserved after repeated arguments and scrutiny.
"I don't understand, why do you want us to carry this kind of thing... Shooting height? Shooting angle? You also need to calculate the throw, what line to throw? Ah, yes! Parabola..." Tiger frowned and looked at Tang who walked in. Mo, complained.
A soldier looked equally puzzled and asked: "This is completely meaningless, sir. Every cannon must be reloaded after firing. The amount of gunpowder is slightly different. Accurate shooting cannot be achieved at all."
The cannons of this era were still very cumbersome to load. Every step was troublesome and required professional artillery service. Each launch took a long time.
Similarly, since there are no metal fixed ammunition and no precise propellant distribution, the range and accuracy of each gun can only depend on God's will.
Each artillery team can only correct the shooting elements based on the gunner's own experience. Every firing is very random, so the hit accuracy is really not flattering.
That is to say, because the front lines on both sides are densely populated and there are many troops, the accuracy of artillery fire does not need to be high to hit the enemy's positions. Otherwise, these cannons are basically just decorations.
"In fact, if we can produce custom-loaded ammunition, we can solve this problem." Tang Mo explained his plan with a smile.
Of course, he cannot produce needle guns for a lifetime. He also wants to produce more, better and more powerful weapons, war machines that combine human wisdom! As the god of war, the cannon is naturally one of the first weapons and equipment he wants to produce.
However, he will not produce these current front-loading cannons. What he wants to design and manufacture is a brand-new breech-loading rifled cannon! A brand new artillery piece that re-specifies the world's artillery weapons standard from the very beginning!
Supported by this idea, he certainly needs to give priority to training some officers who truly understand artillery, can command artillery, and are familiar with artillery operations.
These soldiers in front of him, as well as Loew and others, are all his fire, and they are all new soldiers who he must educate to develop modern weapons and equipment!
"There are fixed-load ammunition now, but the weight of the charge is still impossible to be exactly the same..." Another soldier under Tiger also looked puzzled. In fact, he had also operated artillery before coming, so he I think I am very familiar with artillery.
"I know! But in the future! Our ammunition can be almost identical! What we are learning now are all tactics for the future! Do you understand?" Tang Mo had to continue to explain.
As an old-style officer, Tiger is as stubborn as a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard: "I think we are still doing unnecessary things. It would be more appropriate to practice marksmanship."
"Whatever you think! Think about that revolver! If weapons really change in the next few years, if you give up the opportunity to learn today, you will always fall behind others and become mediocre veterans, forgotten by the times. Bury it." Tang Mo sighed and reminded Tiger for the last time.
Hearing what Tang Mo said, Tiger became really serious - the revolver actually appeared. He suddenly realized that Tang Mo might really be giving them a chance to keep up with the changes. Chance.
"Everyone learn it honestly! This is an order!" Tiger looked at his subordinates, gritted his teeth, and ordered.
On the contrary, the few young mercenaries brought by Loew and Bernard did not show any resistance. They were already very curious about some things in the army, and now that they could learn directly, they were naturally overjoyed. .
Anyway, they have no old experience, so they naturally have no resistance and their enthusiasm for learning is very high.
At this moment, they were all recording a line of calculations that Tang Mo had scrawled on the blackboard. According to the method Tang Mo had mentioned before, they put this calculation into the data and found a value.
"Okay! Let's check it out! I'm going back to teach those children! You try to give each other questions! Ask the other party's artillery data to fall somewhere, and then ask the other party to find out the shooting elements!" He hurriedly said He walked towards the door and assigned his homework without looking back.
The twenty or so older students sighed and lowered their heads and began to understand the calculations they had just made.
Tang Mo hurriedly walked back to the classroom next door, but did not see any fighting. Everyone was quietly practicing how to deal with scores, and it could really be said that a pin drop could be heard in the classroom.
Tang Mo was even a little moved when he saw all this. In his previous life, he had heard how much children in poor areas cherished the opportunity to learn, but he had never had such an intuitive feeling.
But now, when he really saw a group of children who loved learning and regarded it as their life no matter how difficult the conditions were, he suddenly felt that what he could bring to the world was not just new weapons. , and possibly a brighter future.
At least, he felt that he could rely on his own abilities to bring peace to a group of children, a bright classroom for a group of workers, and a group of workers to have their own houses, new clothes, and delicious meals...
In short, at this moment, he thought about a lot of things.
Looking at these clear-eyed children, he even felt a little ashamed.
How great would it be if there were electric lights for these children? It would be great if these children had better exercise books, more suitable tables, chairs and benches, more beautiful classrooms, flatter blackboards, and more professional teachers...
"Okay, kids! Let's do some more calculations..." He grabbed the rough chalk that had fallen all over his hands with white powder, and continued writing on the blackboard.
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"Hey! It's time to rest!" A worker carrying sand was naked from the waist up, and his tendons reflected a healthy luster in the sun.
It was not easy to find a job at this time when the war was looming, let alone find a job with a good salary like the one offered by Tang's Weapons Workshop.
He has to transport sand and soil to a designated location every day, then help nail the wooden boards, lift the cut wooden boards above his head, and hand them to the professional construction workers.
The job wasn't difficult, it just required a lot of strength, and that's what he had. Tang Mo, the boss here, paid him a lot of money. The key was that he still had a meal to eat while working here.
The food is not rich, but it is definitely enough, which is rare. These days, it’s rare to see a boss who doesn’t deduct something from his workers.
Comparing himself with others, he was willing to do more work for such a boss, which could be regarded as reciprocating love and repaying the boss's generosity.
But recently, he found that his work attitude was increasingly inferior to that of those construction workers. Those hateful guys started hammering nails there every morning at dawn and were unwilling to stop even for a moment.
"We can still work for a while..." A worker climbed up the ladder holding the wooden board, and then placed the wooden board across the place where it should be.
On the unfinished roof, there was a wooden box full of nails, a hammer, and a crumpled piece of paper.
"I said, although the boss here is very generous, you don't have to work so hard, right?" The worker moving the sand raised his head, squinted his eyes in the sun, and asked the construction worker on the ladder.
"My son is literate! Hahahaha! Can you believe it? For this, I should do more to show Boss Tang Mo that we are also a good family that repays kindness! Then we can teach my son more. Then does my son have another skill?" The worker standing on the ladder picked up a nail, gestured, and expertly smashed it into the board with a hammer twice. He turned back and proudly looked at the work below. The sand worker showed off.
He has been so happy about this since last night. The paper placed in the wooden box full of nails is not something strange, but his son's test paper from yesterday!
A total of thirty words were written on the paper, and each word was crooked and not neat. But for an old carpenter and construction worker, this made him happier than taking on a big job.
In this world, people who can read have many uses. They can run errands for nobles, work as accountants, and apply for jobs in government agencies.
Even if he does nothing, he will still be a carpenter after inheriting his father's business. If he is literate, he will be able to understand drawings more easily and calculate profits - at least he won't suffer losses easily, right?
He himself was illiterate all his life, so he only relied on experience when looking at drawings, and he knew very few words. He suffered the disadvantage of being uneducated all his life, but now his son can actually write dozens of words!
How could this not excite him? How could he not be grateful to those who educated his son? Therefore, he has been working harder every day recently, and the progress of the project has been accelerated a lot.
"I don't have a son!" The sand mover complained weakly, knowing what was going on, and then went to do his own work.
