Chapter 9 Musketeers, shoot!

"Shixin, are you ready?" Zhang Yang entered the door and asked what he was most concerned about.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Touch it yourself."

Zhang Yang touched it. Sure enough, the interior of the bamboo was already very smooth.

The interior of the bamboo must be as smooth as possible. If the interior of the bamboo is rough, the resistance of the projectile to run in it will be great, and the time will be longer, then it will be easy to blow up.

A small hole has been drilled under

, and the twist should be just right.

"Where's the plug below?" The following also needs to be blocked with a wooden stick that can be tightly combined.

"Here it is."

Zhang Yang took it over and tried it. It just could be stuffed in, and there was no gap.

It is already very good that it can be processed by hand to this extent. It seems that if there are more advanced weapons in the future, they can be handed over to Shixin to make them.

"Do you have glue?" Zhang Yang asked.

"What is glue?" Shi Xin asked.

"That is, you can put this stick in the bamboo tube and stick it together." Zhang Yang explained that in this era, there was no word glue.

"It's easy to say, I just washed the fish. I have collected the internal organs of the fish. As soon as I boil it, I can stick to it." Shi Xin said.

Soon, the sticky ** came out. Look at that, it's really sticky.

Zhang Yang carefully wiped it on the head of the wooden stick, and then inserted it into the end of the bamboo tube with a small hole, blocking the end of the bamboo tube.

After a while, the glue dried. Zhang Yang tried it and it was still very strong.

"Go, go out and try." Zhang Yang said.

Three brothers and Li Bosheng followed Zhang Yang out of the door together.

You can't try it at home. A loud noise will alarm your neighbors, and the secret of making your own musket will be leaked. If there is an explosion, the shabby houses in my house will be scrapped. Then he even threw a stone at his own foot.

When he came to a small hillside five miles away from home, there was no one around, and Zhang Yang stopped.

It's an experiment here.

About a hundred steps on the opposite side, a tied grass man was erected as the target.

Zhang Yang inserted a wooden stick at the end of the bamboo diagonally on the ground. If you want to hit a target of about 100 steps, you should make the elevation angle of the musket about 35 degrees. At that time, the walking area of the projectile inside is relatively large and the lethality is also good.

It is called a musket, but it is actually more appropriate to call it a miniature mortar. The initial speed of the muzzle is relatively low. The projectile will not fly in a straight line at all. The trajectory is bent. Whether it can hit the target or not depends entirely on luck.

Grab a handful of sand on the ground and let it slip down the center of your hand. Look at the sand flying down with the wind, which is about three or four levels of the east wind. The wind is not very strong, just need to adjust the angle of the wind slightly.

Zhang Yang moved the wooden stick slightly to the east to confirm that he shot Zhu Yuan. There is a lot of research on light weapons, and this professional knowledge cannot be lost.

Shi Xin, Shi Yi, Shi De and Li Bosheng looked aside, full of curiosity. With this bamboo stick, there is not even a string. Can it hit the grass man a hundred steps away?

Zhang Yang is not sure. After all, this firearm is too primitive, but he doesn't have better materials. If there is a seamless steel pipe, at least you can make a real musket. Now this musket is actually a cannonball.

Put the black gunpowder wrapped in paper from the upper pipe mouth, poke it with a thin wooden stick, and put some prepared pea-sized stones on it.

Put in a stone with the right caliber, and you can only shoot one shot. Although it is powerful, the hit rate must be pitifully low. Therefore, Zhang Yang's choice is to put in many small projectiles and use them as shotguns. The projectiles fly over, like Tiannv scattered flowers, just like modern rockets, paying attention to the coverage of firepower.

The stones are dug from the bottom of the river. They are relatively smooth in appearance and have less resistance when flying in the air.

A small opening has been opened at the lower end of the bamboo tube. Zhang Yang took out the twist of the fried fish and put it on it.

Everything is ready.

"Flite." Zhang Yang said to several people behind him.

"I'm here." Shi Xin took out the flint from his chest.

"Let me order it." Li Bosheng said. Just now, he watched Zhang Yang seriously adjust the angle there. He felt that although a hundred steps was a little far away, the chance of hitting was still quite large, so he took the initiative to ask for help and had a good time by the way. When you fry fish in the morning, it's spectacular. I wonder if it's also spectacular this time?

" OK, then you come." Zhang Yang agreed.

Weapon experiments are all relatively dangerous. Professor Dong, who teaches smoke-free gunpowder courses in the university, lost his light in one eye in an experimental accident. Since Li Bosheng is so active, give him a chance.

"Remember, after twisting, you must immediately step back and lie down two steps." Zhang Yang said and gave a demonstration to Li Bosheng.

"Don't worry, no problem." Li Bosheng patted his chest and said.

Zhang Yang and his three brothers retreated further away.

Li Bosheng took the flint and lit the twist.

Just like in the morning, the twister exhaled white smoke and flames, and the burning became shorter and shorter.

Li Bosheng looked at Nianzi and had a very strange feeling, which was more excited than refining yin and yang complementary pills. The roaring flame had a magical magic that attracted his attention.

"Falpine!" Zhang Yang's anxious cry came from behind.

"Boom!" A loud noise.

A black smoke surrounded Li Bosheng, and he slowly fell down.

"Bersheng!" Zhang Yang was the first to rush up.

"Bersheng!" Zhang Yang picked up Li Bosheng's head, and his face was blackened. If I had known that he was so dull, I would have just lit the fire by myself. Li Bosheng won't hang up like this, will he?

"Bersheng! Bo Sheng!" Shi Xin also came over and shook Li Bosheng's shoulder.

"Cough, cough." Li Bosheng choked twice and opened his eyes.

The black eyes are still turning.

"This smoke is so big that it choked me to death."

It's a waste of feelings. I thought Li Bosheng was blown up. It turned out that he was just choking on cigarettes.

It seems that there is still a problem with the ratio of this black gunpowder. Normal black gunpowder, not so much smoke.

"I hit it, I hit it!" Shi Yi ran over and said excitedly to Zhang Yang.

Did it work? Zhang Yang stood up and immediately ran to the front of the grass man.

Li Bosheng also stood up and followed Zhang Yang. Several people ran over together.

The grass man who just erected has been erected has been lying quietly on the ground at this moment. Small round stones can be seen everywhere. It is a projectile just put into the bamboo tube, which is deeply embedded in the grass man. It seems that it not only hits the target accurately, but also has a lot of power.

"Brother." Several people called Zhang Yang, and their eyes were full of worship. The combination of several simple things was so powerful.

"Well, we made it." Zhang Yang concealed his inner joy and said quietly, "Next, we should make a careful plan to successfully solve Qiu Yi, avenge Uncle Liu, who was innocently beaten to death by him, the brother whose arm was cut off by him, and the sister who was humiliated by him!"

In everyone's hearts, there was a raging anger.

A single spark can start a prairie fire. Millions of southerners, who are regarded as the last people, have been oppressed by the Mongols to be like dried firewood in the autumn wilderness. As long as there is a spark, it can be ignited.