A fire gun was extremely precious to a single household, but to Chen Kan, a popular figure in the imperial court, it was nothing.
Moreover, after studying the structure of fire guns, Chen Kan no longer looked down on such crude and shoddy products. If he wanted to, he could make a bunch of these primitive fire guns at a very low cost.
And what he was bragging to Shan Baihu just now, that he wanted the entire Ming army to be equipped with firearms, was not talking about such crude and shoddy things, but the real Sui Fanghuang.
It's not that Chen Kan is bragging, but any kind of thing, even a cannon, as long as it is mass-produced, the cost is ridiculously low.
The reason why Ming Dynasty's current firearms are so expensive is entirely because they are all made by hand. Not only is the material wasted a lot, but the pass rate is also ridiculously low. All kinds of losses are calculated, and the officials in the yamen also have to scrape. If you eat some fat, the cost will naturally remain high.
After hearing Chen Kan's assurance, Shan Baihu did not hide the joy in his eyes.
He was afraid that Chen Kan would regret it, so he held the gun tightly in his arms and ran to the cabin. He needed some witnesses.
Otherwise, what if Chen Kan regrets it?
Chen Kan didn't reveal his little thoughts and just watched him call people from room to room.
Soon, many soldiers gathered on the deck of the Fuchuan.
After hearing about the bet between Shan Baihu and Chen Kan, many people showed interest in their eyes.
They also wanted to try the fire gun, but they were a group of big-headed soldiers who did not have access to this high-end weapon, which was considered a strategic level in the Ming Dynasty.
If Shan Baihu can win this firecracker, with Shan Baihu's character, they might be able to borrow it for fun, so they have a tacit understanding and start to cheer Shan Baihu up.
"Sir, my subordinates are about to start."
Seeing that there were more people on the deck, Shan Baihu confidently raised his hands to Chen Kan and said.
Chen Kan naturally had no objections. He wanted to see as many people as possible with this kind of bet that inspired military officers.
He smiled and said: "Let's start, but you only have one chance. If you fail, I will have to let other soldiers try."
The soldiers surrounding the deck couldn't help but their eyes lit up when they heard this. If they could also have a chance to participate, then... they wouldn't really hope that Shan Baihu would succeed now.
Shan Baihu's face became solemn. He looked at Chen Kan and said: "My subordinates have been hunting in the mountains and forests of Shu since they were children. No matter whether they are tigers, leopards, pheasants or hares, there has never been a possibility of escaping from my arrows. Today will be no exception.”
The most rare thing for a soldier is the self-confidence to never admit defeat, so Chen Kan did not refute him, but nodded to him with encouragement.
Shan Baihu began to fill the ammunition meticulously.
He had never used a fire gun, but he saw Mr. Hou demonstrate it, so he remembered the basic process very clearly.
After filling the ammunition, he began to aim, squinted his eyes to measure the distance, tilted it slightly to one side, and then lit the fuse.
"boom!"
After a gunshot, the huge recoil made Shan Baihu stagger.
"How's it going? Did you hit it?"
"It's too far away to see clearly."
"Don't worry, I'll go check it out."
A soldier threw a small bamboo raft into the river and rowed hard towards the lucky boat.
After burning the incense, everyone looked at the hollow in the middle of the dried fish and marveled.
Chen Kan was also a little surprised. He didn't expect Shan Baihu to be able to hit him. There was at least a hundred meters between the two ships. Nothing could defeat Yang with a hundred steps, right?
"hey-hey......"
Shan Baihu held the gun in his arms and said with a smile: "Sir, how are you? I'm not bragging to you, am I?"
I am willing to admit defeat, what else does Chen Kan have to say.
He patted Shan Baihu on the shoulder and said, "This gun belongs to you."
"Thank you for the reward, sir!"
Shan Baihu put his anxious heart back into his stomach and knelt down on one knee to thank Chen Kan.
Chen Kan looked at the regret and unwillingness in the eyes of the other soldiers, and suddenly smiled and said: "Brothers, don't be discouraged. In up to three years, I guarantee that everyone will have a fire blunderbuss of their own, and there is no need to ignite it, just load the bullet." If you fire it directly, I will regret it when the time comes."
The soldiers did not take Chen Kan's comfort to heart, but there was no regret in their eyes.
They came out to watch the fun.
As for fire guns, they didn't think that such a legendary thing could be equipped with an army as diverse as theirs, but they still knew this.
After Shan Baihu won the fire gun from Chen Kan, he looked at Chen Kan and asked, "Sir, do you have any other instructions?"
Chen Kan looked at the intersection of Ganning River and Dajiang River. No remnants of the White Lotus Sect have escaped from here yet.
He said calmly: "Send the boat upstream. I have arranged for people to blow up the dam. There will be huge water pouring down the river in a while."
Although he didn't think that the flood from the Ganning River would overturn the fortune boat, Chen Kan still felt that it would be safer to drive the boat upstream.
Shan Baihu gave an order, and sailors waved flags. The three large ships simultaneously retrieved the huge anchors thrown into the river, and the sails on the masts slowly rose.
As soon as the ship reached the upper reaches of the intersection, a muffled "rumbling" sound suddenly came from the canyon.
"Archers prepare!"
Hundreds of households waved flags, and hundreds of soldiers prepared their bows and arrows, waiting for the White Lotus cultists to be carried into the river by the flood, and then fired an arrow.
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The so-called human ladder is to take off everyone's clothes and tie them into a rope. Everyone climbs the rope to build a ladder, and the noble person will step on the shoulders of the person who is climbing on the rope to go down.
The purpose of this is to ensure the personal safety of the Buddha and the saint.
It is absolutely impossible for the Buddha and the saint to climb a rope on a cliff hundreds of meters high.
Their two identities are more noble than everyone else's combined.
And when the Buddha and the Saint safely descended to the bottom of the waterfall along the ladder, even with ropes as support, the White Lotus cultists at the bottom were often crushed into meat cakes by the huge gravity.
After most of the day passed, Xifozi and the Saint successfully arrived at the last waterfall of Qinglong Gorge.
Although this waterfall is not as high as Qinglong Falls, it is still close to forty to fifty meters high.
Arriving here, the crowd of White Lotus cultists has also been reduced by nearly one-third.
Those who lost less.
Some were crushed to death, and some were thrown to death.
Seeing the broad river surface right in front of them, everyone's eyes burst out with a strong desire to survive.
But the faces of the Buddha and the Saint became solemn. They knew that the real test was behind Dajiang.
