Chapter 253: Everyone Is Having a Hard Time

March 18, 1001, Bingyang calendar

The southern border of the Takagi Kingdom, the Wanxi resistance army base camp

Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!

Eight rounds.

All eight bullets were successfully fired, and all hit the 15-meter target.

Not bad!

Although Nagamasa actually prefers the magazine-fed automatic loading pistol, he cannot make it here due to the limitations of metal forging technology.

As a result, he looked at the Weifu automatic revolver in his hand that the Good Organization sold to him for 20 kilograms of rice. He was happy for the generosity of the Good Organization and its cheap sales.

Moreover, even the profiteers of the Negan Empire did not have an eight-round semi-automatic revolver.

Indeed.

In this era when even pig-headed people can use wave energy rifles, the powerful countries outside have already possessed a wide variety of firearms.

Unfortunately, Zelen was right. Although Nagamasa was smart and knew how to expand his territory, he was still a novice who had not seen much and had not received much education. He did not know that the Weifu automatic revolver in his hand was an obsolete weapon.

He did not know that the 8×19mm pistol bullet fired by this pistol was a "low-power" type that was barely powerful enough and had long been disused by the mainstream armies of the powers outside.

But this is the Takagi Kingdom, a country that has always been a vassal state and has no independent external and internal political power.

Due to the deliberate concealment and erasure of the Takagi royal family in the past, Nagamasa certainly did not know the true origin of the gun in his hand.

But no matter what.

This revolver with an empty weight of 1.24 kg, a total length of 280 mm, a barrel length of 102 mm, 8 rounds of ammunition, and a barrel-recoil automatic principle and a folding feeding mechanism is not a good thing. But there is no way. Even if Nagamasa knew, he did not have a good choice.

He lacked military talents, and the kings of the Gaomu royal family had controlled all craftsmen who could produce tools, starting from blacksmiths.

So now he had to start almost everything from scratch, especially in terms of education... He thought it through.

He would not change the language and writing of the Gaomu Kingdom, but directly translate all foreign languages ​​and writing. Otherwise, it would be a very stupid act to let his subordinates learn a foreign language for no reason.

Of course, he also knew that the workload was definitely not small. But it was worth it, and it was worth wasting his time and energy to complete. At the same time, he issued a new order to sell the firearms he had that fired 7×57mm caseless rifle bullets to other "peers".

In any case, he didn't want his logistics to have serious problems. Of course, there was also a benefit to him doing this.

Reduce accidental injuries as much as possible.

In the previous battles with the rebels, Nagamasa had "experienced" too many such things.

And according to the guidance and recommendation of the Kindness Organization, the main rifles used by the Wanxi rebels now have to be gradually changed to the new Xicheng rotary rifles.

Although he didn't quite understand, his material conditions were limited and he couldn't afford to use automatic weapons.

Before he had enough strength, he couldn't fully realize his wish.

This is what the mysterious man said to him.

That's right.

This is why he was too eager for quick success and lived on thin ice. And, in the mountainous areas, he still had a lot to do. The strategy of surrounding the city through the mountains and controlling the flow of materials in the countryside cannot be changed.

After all, if the people in the city don't have the supply from the countryside, they can't guarantee that they can eat their rations in peace.

What he didn't know was that on the other side of the ocean, in the Muqian City controlled by the Holy Church, Tianheng happened to be walking on his way home and saw a truckload of weapons and equipment heading towards the warehouse at the dock.

Tianheng: "Who is so stupid to want those old-fashioned broken guns?"

For the neatly arranged Xicheng revolving rifles on the truck, Tianheng really couldn't understand why there would be customers who wanted such things that no one in the church wanted.

Let alone the folding spikes that come with the rifles, they are all traditional designs that are not up to standard.

Could it be that someone overseas needs a lot of rifles to support the scene?

I don't understand.

He doesn't want to understand.

Even if this Xicheng rotary rifle has an empty weight of 3.7 kg, a total length of 1120 mm, a barrel length of 657 mm, a 10-round magazine or a 5-round magazine, a muzzle velocity of 730 meters per second, and an effective range of up to 1700 meters. But in today's era when everyone uses fully automatic weapons, except for "hunters" like him Tianheng who specialize in long-range precision shooting, who really relies on this kind of manual firearms to conquer the world?

Obviously, Tianheng didn't know that there was a country on the other side of the ocean in a civil war, and he didn't know that the military development level of one side in the civil war was out of touch with the times.

Anyway, Tianheng only wanted to do one thing now, go home to see his wife and children, and then have a good sleep.

The outside world looks calm, but in fact, all kinds of undercurrents continue.

Words like "the years are quiet and good" are easy to say, but how many sacrifices have actually been made have never been made public.

Therefore, as a qualified artillery fodder, Dong He also received combat training from the Sheep-Headed Man commander under the blue sky.

"You, use force! Hold the spear in your hand tightly! Stab!"

"Have more force when you chop! Don't act like you haven't eaten!"

"Step! Watch your steps, take bigger steps!"

"Go left, not right!"

Listening to the various roars of the sheep-headed commander, Dong He, like the other companions who were training together on the playground, felt as if his body was not his own. Especially in this place on Jaya Island, these soldiers who originally ate rice were forced to eat bread one meal after another, and various problems of acclimatization were not properly solved at all.

Dong He took a double-edged sword and chopped it once, then stabbed it, and then turned back to chop horizontally...

Tired.

So tired.

Doesn't he have a burning helmet?

Can't he use this thing to deal with various enemies?

Why do people have to practice fighting with these scrap iron swords that should have been eliminated hundreds of years ago and should have been collectively sent to the steel mill for recycling?

Sheep-headed man A: "It seems that it still won't work."

Sheep-headed man B: "No way. Our cause still needs them to continue to make their own efforts."

Sheep-headed man A: "But you see these guys are weaker than each other, how long can they last on the battlefield? If things go wrong, they may all be scared and run around after seeing each other."

Sheep-headed man B: "It's okay. They are wearing our helmets on their heads. Running around will only make them suffer punishment from the true God, ensuring that they will never disobey our pilgrimage again. What's more, in the end, we still have a place to accommodate them and guarantee their They can contribute everything they have to the great cause of the true God for their whole lives. "

Sheep-headed man A: "Fortunately, they don't know about us, and they don't understand what secrets our items have."

Sheep-headed man B: "Who made their race too ignorant and stupid, and there are no lack of arrogant idiots? Their evolution needs our guidance to obtain the gifts of the true God, complete the great cause they should have completed, and understand their own true mission."

Dong He's complaints deep in his heart did not make the sheep-headed people understand, and the words of the sheep-headed people were not easy for Dong He to understand.

Each said his own thing.

It's that simple.

Differences in race lead to differences in culture, and differences in culture naturally lead to differences in ideas.

This is also the fundamental reason why Dong He wanted to eat rice, but the sheep-headed people never provided rice, and let a large group of black-haired dog-headed people eat bread every day.

Because the sheep-headed people have never eaten rice from the beginning, and have always regarded wheat as their only staple food. In this case, how could the sheep-headed people, who have the upper hand and are the superiors of the black-haired dog-headed people, take the initiative to understand the needs of Dong He and his friends?

Moreover, rice is not suitable for planting in all places, and not every race or civilization knows its nutritional value and planting methods...