Chapter 817 Meeting in Changcheng

"Bang!"

In the training ground, Zhao Xuping raised the Qin-style rifle and pulled the trigger.

A puff of green smoke floated out from the muzzle and the bolt position, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

"Eight rings!" Not long after, the proofreading soldier ran over from a hundred meters away with a smile on his face.

"Your Highness is really amazing. This first shot hit eight rings." Wang Ying gave a thumbs up.

Zhao Xu smiled gently.

This breech-loading rifle is a rifled rifle, and the muzzle-loading rifle is also a rifled rifle, but the way of loading is different.

In the past, he would often practice shooting when he was free.

Although he was not as good as the sharpshooter in the army, he thought he was still quite good.

Not yet satisfied, he pulled the bolt, stuffed another cardboard shell into it, aimed at the target and fired another shot.

After firing ten bullets in a row, he took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. It was only about five or six seconds more than a minute.

And when shooting, he also took various postures.

Standing, half-kneeling, lying down, sideways and other actions.

None of these actions affect loading.

He was very satisfied with this.

When the Wangfu's personal army is equipped with Qin-style rifles, they will no longer need to stand and load on the battlefield in the future, exposing themselves to danger.

The most important thing is that they can adopt more flexible tactics.

"What is the effective range?" Zhao Xu asked.

Although he knew that the effective distance of the Qin-style rifle was about the same as he predicted, he still wanted to ask.

"About 650 meters." Wang Ying replied, his expression dimmed, this was his only dissatisfaction.

The muzzle-loading rifle made of converter steel has an effective range of 900 meters.

Zhao Xu didn't say anything, but he hoped that the Western countries would be confused by the effective range of 900 meters of muzzle-loading rifles.

In this way, they will reject breech-loading rifles for a longer time, allowing him to take more advantages.

Then, in order to introduce the structure of the Qin-style rifle to Zhao Xu, Wang Ying disassembled the entire bolt.

Zhao Xu knew it well, but he had never seen the real thing, so he was interested.

In fact, the bolt of the breech-loading rifle is just a stick with a handle.

There is a firing pin connected to the spring inside the stick.

When loading, pull the stick back to expose the chamber and insert the bullet.

Then push the stick forward, the metal handle is against the gap, and the chamber is blocked.

Pull the trigger, the spring pops out, and the firing pin hits the primer.

"Yes, now the only hurdle is mass production. This matter cannot be delayed. This king needs to provide Qin-style rifles to the royal army as soon as possible. The first batch of 30,000 rifles must be delivered within three months." Zhao Xu said.

Wang Ying and the two old craftsmen beside him looked at each other and nodded solemnly.

They never like to procrastinate. For the tasks assigned by the King of Yan, they will only do their best to complete them with quality and quantity.

"Yes, Your Highness." Wang Ying responded yes.

Thinking of something, he said again: "Your Highness, there is a breech-loading gun, so there must be a breech-loading cannon. Let's just develop them together."

Zhao Xu nodded.

Like the bolt-type structure of the breech-loading gun, the breech-loading cannon of this era also started with a bolt-type structure.

The principle is the same, and then he can naturally try to develop it.

In this way, in the future battlefield, his army's musket firing speed and artillery firing speed will be twice that of the enemy, or even more.

There is no martial arts in the world that cannot be broken by speed.

The new muskets and artillery will definitely teach his enemies a lesson on the battlefield.

After giving this order, Zhao Xu left the Armory.

Wang Ying had a heavy task, so he would not disturb them.

…

At the same time, Changcheng.

The arrival of a team of envoys dispersed the worries and decadence brought to the king and ministers of Wu by the loss of Jinling.

In the temporary palace, Liang Kai's sigh turned into laughter.

"Brother Dou, the past is the past after all. Don't mention it again. As long as we can unite in the future and deal with the King of Yan, it will be fine." In the garden of the palace, the palace maids shuttled between the courtyards, bringing all kinds of fine wines and delicacies.

After the news of the fall of Jinling reached Changcheng, he couldn't sleep all night.

Occasionally, he would be awakened immediately when he closed his eyes.

In the dream, the army of King Yan broke through Changcheng and captured him.

It was not until Brook arrived and brought him a heavy news that he recovered and was inexplicably excited. He held a banquet to entertain everyone.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness." Dou Wei smiled. He was now willing to call Liang Kai His Majesty in exchange for Liang Kai's trust in him.

Liang Kai nodded with satisfaction and looked at Temuta, with a deeper smile on his face. "This time, the powerful tribes are united, and with the great help of Beidi, the King of Yan will not be able to eat it. He will have to go back."

Temuta was kind.

Now, he Beidi no longer dared to be arrogant. Before destroying King Yan, they decided to be on an equal footing with these powerful tribes and fight the enemy together.

So he said: "It is an honor for me, Beidi, to be able to fight the enemy together with the Dasong powerful tribe."

Liang Kai was stunned for a moment, and seeing Temuta's sincere expression, he was immediately overjoyed.

Brooke's eyes wandered over the faces of the three people, and he smiled. He said, "With the help of the Franks, it shouldn't be a problem for Nanping to join us. Now that we are gathered together, why don't we discuss how to deal with the Yan Wang army's southward march? We must not be defeated again and again like Jinling City."