Chapter 7 Homemade Musketeers

Shi Yi, Shi De, Shi Xin and Li Bosheng, four people walked behind Zhang Yang.

"Shiyi, Shide, you two continue to distribute the remaining fish to the rest of the families. Shixin, Bo Sheng, you two come with me.

"Okay, big brother." Everyone hurriedly agreed and felt that the atmosphere was a little abnormal. Because everyone felt that Zhang Yang had made a murderous move.

It's a big crime to kill a Mongolian. If you don't do it well, the whole salt farm will have bad luck.

"Big brother..." Li Bosheng said.

"I know what you want to say. It's not too late to quit now." Zhang Yang said coldly.

"I..." Li Bosheng blushed: "That's not what I mean. I have an idea. I don't know if I should say it."

"Say it." Zhang Yang said.

"We can't do it in the salt farm or in the village. Otherwise, if the government pursues it, we will definitely not be able to escape from it. Li Bosheng stopped for a moment and observed Zhang Yang's face.

"Contone on." Zhang Yang seemed to be very interested.

"Qiu Yi is responsible for the public security of our salt farm. He has to go to Gaoyou Mansion every month to report the situation of our Baiju Salt Farm to Li Qi, the governor of Gaoyou. If he accidentally has an accident on the way, it should have nothing to do with us, right? In particular, a hundred miles west of the salt farm is a dense forest with several wolves in it. If he disappeared inside, he would definitely have been eaten by the wolf.

Baiju Salt Farm is one of the three major salt farms in Gaoyoufu and one of the main income of Gaoyoufu. Therefore, Qiu Yi has to go to Gaoyou Mansion every month, and only in these days can the life of the salt people in the salt farm be more stable.

Zhang Yang's eyes shines brightly: brave and resourceful, if from time to time, Li Bosheng will definitely become an independent general.

"When will he go this month?" Shi Xin asked.

"If I'm right, it should be the day after tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow? At that time, it was time for us to go out to transport salt. Shi Xin said.

"That's good. We'll do it at that time." Zhang Yang made up his mind.

"But don't we still have to transport salt? This matter can't be delayed. Shi Xin said.

"So we need to be well prepared." Zhang Yang said confidently.

A careful plan gradually formed in Zhang Yang's mind.

From modern times, he usually likes to watch TV for the police to solve cases, especially Hong Kong and Taiwan films. If you want to be unsuspected, the most important thing is to make evidence of absence. For example, I went to karaoke with my colleagues, went to the bathroom in the middle of the process, and killed the enemy in these few minutes. When the police come to investigate, their colleagues will testify to themselves.

In the eyes of everyone in the salt farm, they are out to transport salt, so naturally they won't do anything else. And several people on his salt ship were all his own brothers and iron buddies. Anyway, they shipped private salt together. If someone told him off, he would not have a good end. This is like the name of Shuibo Liangshan. As long as you join the group, you can't get out. Now everyone is tied to the same boat, and naturally they are in the same boat.

At night, the salt boat quietly landed, got off the salt boat, went down the path, rushed to the woods to ambush, killed Qiu Yi, and then returned to the pre-negotied place, got on the salt boat, and it was done. Anyway, the wind is very low now, and the salt ship is slow in the canal. Even if it is delayed for a day, it can't walk dozens of miles.

Therefore, there should not be too many people to go, otherwise there will be too few people on the salt ship and will be found by others, at most two people.

But how can I kill Qiu Yi?

Among other things, the bow, arrow and knife on his body are deadly weapons. The only weapon he has is the kitchen knife at home, which obviously doesn't work.

Go to the blacksmith's shop to fight weapons? Although the money earned from selling salt last time was enough to fight a few swords. However, in the Yuan Dynasty, ironware was strictly restricted. The blacksmith's shop and farm tools were monitored by people. If they really hit a knife, the Yuan soldiers would definitely come to seal the blacksmith's shop, and then follow the melons.

With his bare hands, he only shot a few arrows, and he died before he was successful.

What should I do? Zhang Yang touched his forehead and then touched his chest.

There is a bulging thing in it, which is the gunpowder left behind the fried fish.

I have it! Zhang Yang suddenly thought of something.

I am a graduate student majoring in light weapons design and manufacturing at the Army Academy. Now I have black gunpowder. I have made a gun and solved it with one shot.

However, you need special steel to make a gun. You can't even get a piece of pig iron by yourself. How can you make a gun? Even with special steel, no machine tools, and no modern processing technology, you can't make a gun.

Shi Xin and Li Bosheng, who followed Zhang Yang, looked at Zhang Yang walking with his head down, sometimes tightened eyebrows, and sometimes smiled. Both of them were a little worried. Wouldn't they be crazy?

"I have it!" Zhang Yang suddenly patted his forehead.

"Big brother?" Shi Xin asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yang smiled like never before: "Let's go to the bamboo forest by the river."

"What are you doing there?" Shi Xin asked.

"You will know when you arrive. Do you still have the firewood knife that cut bamboo just now?" Zhang Yang asked.

"I'm taking it." Li Bosheng said.

The dense bamboo forest grows by the trickling river. The green bamboo is quiet, and the green water is leisurely.

Entering the bamboo forest, the bamboo with a height of more than one person blocked the sunlight from the outside of the sky, and occasionally sprinkled a little light from the cracks. The ground is full of weeds and messy.

Zhang Yang looked carefully at the bamboo in front of him like a blind date.

"This one doesn't work. It's too old and has cracks."

"This one doesn't work. It develops too fast and the lines are not dense enough."

"Why doesn't this malnutrition grow into a circle?"

Zhang Yang was nagging while looking for the bamboo he needed.

Finally, I stopped in front of a bamboo.

"This one is good, well developed, densely textured, round and thick, this one."

Shi Xin and Li Bosheng are like a second monk who can't figure it out. The bamboo is still green. It can't be eaten or used as firewood. Why do you want this thing?

"Bersheng, split this bamboo for me. Be careful not to crack it." Zhang Yang spoke.

"Good." Although he didn't know what Zhang Yang was going to do, Li Bosheng had long admired Zhang Yang and asked him to do whatever he wanted.

Li Bosheng took a firewood knife and began to split bamboo.

Sure enough, Zhang Yang's vision is still very unique. This bamboo is so strong that it cuts down and only splits a small opening.

Li Bosheng continued to work hard.

"Bang, bang." Finally, the bamboo was put down.

Bamboo is not very high. Remove the small part of it, which is only more than four meters long. Zhang Yang roughly drew a picture and counted the bamboo joints. The four bamboo joints are one section, which is exactly more than one meter, so that four can be made.

"Bersheng, you have a rest." Zhang Yang said and took the firewood knife.

"Shixin, come here and split the bamboo into four sections from these places. Be careful, split it from the bamboo knot." Zhang Yang said and pointed to the place where he had calculated just now.

"Ah?" Shi Xin reluctantly took over the firewood knife. Just now, it was so difficult for Li Bosheng to split it once. Did he have to split it three times and split it into four sections?

"Attention, don't break the bamboo. If you crack the stripe, it will be scrapped, and you have to split it again." Zhang Yang reminded me.

"Okay, I got it." Shi Xin heard that he had to split again, so he had to cheer up, but he couldn't break it.

"Brother Shicheng, what are you going to do?" Li Bosheng asked.

"A sharpshooter." Zhang Yang said lightly.

Suddenly, he found a trace of surprise flashing on Li Bosheng's face.

"What's wrong? What's the matter?" Zhang Yang asked.

"It's okay." Li Bosheng's inner surprise was indescribable.

musket, he just heard the warlock who alchemyed with him say that the musket was a secret weapon of the court. A loud noise, accompanied by countless small iron sand, as long as it is hit, it will be beaten into a hornet's nest.

Zhang Yang knows that the musket is the originator of all guns, which is too familiar to him who studies light weapons.

About the time of the Southern Song Dynasty, that is, about a hundred years ago, China invented the first "gun" with black gunpowder firing projectiles and bamboo tubes as the barrel: "musket".

The front part is a thick bamboo tube; the expanding part of the middle part is the gunpowder chamber, with a small fire hole on the outer wall; the back part is a wooden stick in hand. When it was launched, it hit the ground with a wooden stick, held the bamboo pipe with his left hand, ignited the fire with his right hand, making a loud noise, shooting stones or projectiles, and the unburned gunpowder gas spewed two or three meters from the muzzle.

What this primitive musket can really do is only have a psychological deterrent effect.

First of all, because it is a smooth-mhole gun, the barrel and projectile seal are not good, its thrust is quite limited, the range is about less than 100 meters, and because the shooting method is very rigid, it is impossible to use the modern "three-point and one-line" aiming method, and because its barrel is a bamboo tube, after shooting about four to five times, the barrel The bamboo at the end will become very fragile because of the burning of the gunpowder explosion, and it will break when it falls to the ground. What's more, when shooting, because the burst is too high, it simply blows up. How can the bamboo support such an explosion? It is rarely successfully fired, so it only has a psychological deterrent effect.

And what he needs is also this effect.

It is estimated that it is very difficult to kill Qiu Yi directly with this kind of gun that is not a gun. He asked Shixin to make four bamboo tubes to make four muskets, and the rest of the gunpowder was almost enough for five times, one experiment and four actual combat.

Place two in front of Qiuyi's road, and two in front of the side, forming a perfect defense circle.

When Qiu Yi approaches, light the one in front first, and then the one in front of the side. In the deafening explosion, the horse Qiu Yi was sitting on must be frightened and throw him off the horse. It would be best if the projectile hit him directly, or the frightened horse trampled him to death. Even if not, he fell off the horse and must have been injured. At this time, it should not be difficult to deal with him if he stepped forward again.

"Brother, it's done." A voice interrupted Zhang Yang's thinking.

"So fast?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Well, I found the trick. I clenched the bamboo in my left hand and the good firewood knife in my right hand. I saw the bamboo joint firmly with my eyes. I waved the firewood knife hard. If you want the mark, the bamboo will immediately separate from the bamboo joint." Shi Xin said.

"Okay, I'll give you one more thing to polish all the bamboo."

"Do you still have to work? We haven't eaten since last night. Shi Xin said.

Only then did Zhang Yang feel that his stomach was also cooing. He was so busy that he didn't even care about eating. He was iron, and he was hungry when he didn't eat a meal.

"Let's go, take the bamboo. Let's go home for dinner first." Zhang Yang said.

"Brother, what kind of medicine do you sell in this gourd?" Shi Xin asked in the back. Just now, he heard Zhang Yang and Li Bosheng say something about guns, and he didn't understand what it meant.

"I prepared a few artillery battles for Qiu Yi and blew him upside down." Zhang Yang said confidently.