A pot of saltpeter was refining, and it was almost dusk.
Before going home, Song Che said hello to the woman, and as expected, the hot face was still cold.
Indeed, they are neither relatives nor friends, but strangers.
In short, do good deeds without worrying about the future.
He was very tired during the day. After returning home, Song Che fell asleep after dinner. He got up early the next day and rushed out of the city to inspect the results.
Today seems to be different. Before I get close to the thatched cottage, I first hear the sound of a beautiful flute. The music is low and melodious, as if mixed with sadness. The chirping birds in the empty mountain are like an illusion and the mist is real, which appeals to Song Che, a tourist in the middle of the mountain. Okay, I feel so uncomfortable.
The listener is sad, and the player is even sadder.
The woman was sitting in front of the door, her lips touching the bamboo flute. Perhaps she was too affectionate, and tears were flowing from the corners of her eyes. She was stabbed three times without ever shedding a tear.
"Dingling bells..." Camel bells sounded in the mist, and Song Che drove the carriage through the mist.
The woman quickly put away her bamboo flute, stood up and walked into the thatched cottage. When she turned her back, she secretly wiped her tears.
Song Che tied up the carriage, carried two oil paper bags, and placed them on the living room table. "The roast duck and pastries are famous in Suzhou. You can eat them if you want."
There was no need to say more, she wouldn't respond if she did, so Song Che turned around and left.
"What's your name?" The person in the bedroom greeted softly.
"Huh?" Song Che was so surprised that Meng Hulu would also take the initiative to ask questions?
"Surname is Song, name is Che."
"Are you very important in Suzhou?" the woman asked again.
Song Che frowned. The origin of this woman was unknown, and it was quite fishy to suddenly inquire about her family background. He asked, "What? The heroine needs my help?"
After a long time, the woman softly uttered two words: "It's okay." Then she became silent again.
Song Che sighed secretly, it was so damn tiring to deal with people from all over the world.
The boiled saltpeter had settled overnight, and a thick layer of "white frost" had formed on the surface. Song Che scraped off the "white frost" and obtained nearly five kilograms of high-purity fire saltpeter.
He carefully knocked the saltpeter into pieces. He had to tap it gently, otherwise the saltpeter would be very active and it would explode.
After beating the fire saltpeter into powder, after waiting for a while, the mist dissipated and the sun shone into the small courtyard, Song Che spread the saltpeter powder out to dry in the sun.
With the firepower of Mayday, it can be dried after noon.
In the free morning, Song Che disassembled fireworks and firecrackers and extracted black powder from them.
Black gunpowder itself contains fire saltpeter. Adding some more is just to increase the proportion, so it should not be too much. If the ratio is one to five, these five kilograms of pure saltpeter can be converted into thirty kilograms of strong gunpowder.
Fifteen pounds were used as bullets and another fifteen pounds were used to make bombs.
Previously, bombs made from earthen jars were only average in power. Now that gunpowder is more powerful, using porcelain jars would be too inferior.
In addition, the porcelain jar is fragile. If the fuse is broken before the fuse is burned out, the bomb will become a dud.
If you try to imitate a modern grenade and use steel as the shell, you are afraid that the gunpowder will not be powerful enough.
Song Che thought about a bomb shell that was not easy to break but was hard enough for a long time but had no results. It was not until he happened to see a small wine gourd hanging on the wall in the restaurant that he had an idea.
The specially made wine gourd is steamed, fermented and dried in the shade. Its texture is quite hard, its structure is small at the top and large at the bottom, and has excellent sealing properties. It is the best material for making bombs.
In the morning, Song Che squatted in the yard and made gunpowder.
When the sun was setting, the woman sat on the threshold again, quietly watching Song Che play with it. It was obvious that she was very curious, but due to her reserve, she never came forward to ask.
Gradually, the sun reaches its peak.
After getting enough sun, the woman got up and walked towards the hut. After a while, smoke began to rise from the house. Not long after, the woman was holding a bowl of millet porridge, sat on the threshold and drank it. Then she went back to the hut and came out again. There was another bowl of soup in his hand.
Song Che looked at the decoction and smiled faintly.
The woman tilted her head and hummed, then hid in the thatched cottage and closed the door.
Song Che thought of scooping up some water in the kitchen, but found a bowl of steaming red date porridge on the stove. It seemed that she had cooked it for two people.
Who is not an ordinary person who eats three meals a day with whole grains?
Song Che took a sip of the porridge. It was sweet, delicate and soothing to the throat. It seemed that the heroines were not only good at killing, but also good at cooking.
After finishing the red date porridge in several gulps, the fire salt was almost done.
Song Che mixed the gunpowder and saltpeter according to the proportion, and before loading the gun, he took half a spoonful and tested it -
"Coax!" The gunpowder ignited immediately, and the light and heat released were obviously twice as high as the original.
As gunpowder becomes more powerful and high temperature and pressure increase, the range and power of bullets will also increase.
The activated gunpowder has been finalized, and the next step is to load the gun and test fire.
The structure of the long gun is relatively simple, and it doesn't hurt even if the chamber explodes.
Take a spoonful of gunpowder, fill it into the breech chamber of the gun, lock the chamber gate, pour iron bullets from the muzzle, press the hammer down, and the gun is loaded.
Song Che carried the musket and looked around. The dead tree not far to the left was just the target.
In order to avoid accidentally injuring himself by exploding the barrel, Song Che fixed the musket on the fence, adjusted the muzzle position, tied a twine on the trigger, and pulled the twine back a few feet.
Whether it succeeds or not depends on this shot.
Song Che took a deep breath, gently pulled the thread in his hand, and pulled the trigger from the air. The hammer rebounded with the force and hit the flint hard. The sparks spattered and ignited the gunpowder in the chamber——
"Snapped!"
Smoke emitted from the vents in the chamber, and a tongue of flame spit out from the muzzle!
"Whoosh!"
"Bang!"
"Crack!"
Amidst the lightning and flint, the branches of the dead tree were broken!
Song Che was so excited that he ran and jumped, fanning away the smoke with his sleeves. Except for some discoloration of the gun body, it was not damaged at all!
The dead tree is at least two hundred steps away from the thatched cottage. One step counts as three feet, and two hundred steps equals six hundred feet. The shooting range is equivalent to half a mile. Looking at the dead branches that are broken so easily, I think it can be hit even further away. wear.
"I'm a fucking genius!" Song Che laughed with his hands on his hips.
"Bah!"
The door suddenly opened, and the woman jumped out with a sword in hand. She looked around nervously and asked, "What was the noise just now? But Fuso Ronin is coming?"
Song Che said proudly: "If little Japan dares to come, I will make sure it never comes back!"
Seeing no danger, the woman put down her sword and looked suspiciously at the spear on the fence: "Did the sound just come from it?"
"Asking knowingly," Song Che said with a smile, "You were chased the day before yesterday. Didn't you come downstream after hearing the explosion?"
The woman said solemnly: "I have seen black powder explosions, but I have never seen anything like this."
"This is called a musket. It has the same function as a crossbow. It is a long-range killing weapon." Song Che waved to the woman, "Come and take a look. You won't lose a piece of meat."
The woman wanted to refuse but returned the greeting. She came to the fence and looked at the gun body for a while. She turned her head and asked Song Che: "The famous Tang Clan flying knife in the world can be seen with blood sealing its throat at a hundred steps. On the battlefield, a two hundred kilogram hard bow can be A hundred and fifty paces can still break armor, and a crossbow of the same level can kill an enemy at two hundred paces. How far can your musket shoot?"
