Chapter 457 Duckbill Dart

Charles took the paper and pen and said to Dominic while drawing: "Perhaps we can design the muzzle like this, with the openings on both sides forming a duckbill shape."

Dominic looked at the picture drawn by Charles in a daze: "I have never seen such a strange muzzle. What use can it have?"

Ciel put down his pen and raised his eyebrows.

Dominic suddenly figured it out: "It won't change the way of dispersion, right?"

"You guessed it." Charles replied: "The openings on both sides will make the projectiles spread more horizontally instead of three-dimensionally."

As he spoke, Charles picked up the shotgun and pointed the muzzle at the neat rows of chairs in the conference room:

"Think about it, Dominic."

"More often than not we're on the battlefield with a line of people standing in front of us."

"After firing, projectiles flying upwards and downwards are ineffective. They either fly into the sky or hit the ground."

"Only projectiles fired horizontally can effectively kill the target."

Dominic exclaimed: "The openings on both sides allow the projectile to be ejected not as a ball of cotton, but... as a fan."

"A good metaphor." Charles praised: "It's just a fan. It can obviously improve the hit rate because the projectiles are focused on the target."

Dominic sighed: "Just a small change can have a big effect. All we have to do is cut the muzzle of the gun..."

"No." Charles interrupted Dominic: "I prefer it to be an accessory, like a bayonet, you can choose to install it or not."

Dominic nodded repeatedly: "Sometimes we still need cotton balls instead of fans."

"Yes. Like when you shoot at a window or door during an alley war."

What is needed at that time is indiscriminate killing of indoors rather than a certain plane.

(The picture above shows a shotgun equipped with a duckbill, which appeared during the U.S.-Vietnam War)

"But what about the range?" Dominic looked at Ciel expectantly. He couldn't wait to know how to increase the range.

"It's very simple." Charles picked up a shotgun ammunition and waved it in front of Dominic: "The reason why its range is only 40 meters is because it shoots projectiles."

Dominic nodded.

After the projectile is fired, it will continue to roll in the air. It will consume a lot of kinetic energy during the roll. In addition, its force-bearing area is also a problem.

"We can't change this." Dominic frowned: "Unless we can make it spin like a bullet, only in this way can it be possible to fly stably in the air."

This is the reason why the barrel of a rifle is rifled, and it is also the difference between a rifled gun and a smoothbore gun.

But Charles shook his head. He put down the gun and picked up the pencil again. While drawing, he said: "Bullets are not the only things that can fly stably. Dominic, open your vision and use your imagination, and then you will find that there are... …this!"

With that said, Charles pushed the painted dart in front of Dominic.

(The picture above shows the dart shell of the shotgun, which was also modified during the US-Vietnam War. It can increase the range to about 300 meters)

(The picture above shows the scatter diagram of shotgun pellets after installing a duckbill. You can intuitively see that there is almost no vertical dispersion and mostly horizontal dispersion)

Dominic's eyes widened for a moment, and he was stunned for a long time before exclaiming: "Darts, change the projectiles into small darts! You are such a genius, General. It's unbelievable, I mean, this is indeed a great idea, it is so Simple, but no one thought of it except you!”

"Can it be done?" Ciel asked, but this was actually nonsense.

"Yes, of course." Dominic nodded repeatedly.

"Similarly, two hundred will be needed next month." Charles said, "including bullets."

Dominic did not hesitate and agreed immediately: "No problem, General, I promise."

These modifications are so simple that there is no technical threshold.

All you have to do is buy the original shotgun from FN, modify it slightly, and then produce the darts yourself to meet the requirements.

Even so, the role it can play is unimaginable, and the range may be several times greater.

Dominic was so excited when he thought of this, he couldn't wait to produce this shotgun.

…

Manor Steed, Paris 16th arrondissement.

This is the grape ripening season, and the grapes at the end of July are just right. At this time in previous years, Steed would personally instruct his servants to pick grapes from the manor and make them into red wine.

Every process is guaranteed to be satisfactory and closely supervised.

Steed didn't believe in foreign things.

This is not only a quality issue, but also an added guarantee for Steed's personal safety.

But this time, Steed had no intention of brewing wine. He allowed the servants to be busy outside while he anxiously walked around the study with a cane, looking at the phone from time to time.

"Dingling bell..."

As soon as the phone rang, Steed rushed over as fast as he could.

He was disappointed when he picked up the phone. It wasn't Dominic.

"Okay, Mr. Commissioner."

"Add two thousand light machine guns, 'Saint Etienne 2'!"

“On-time delivery guaranteed!”

…

After putting down the phone, Steed sighed softly. He would rather know a little bit about Ciel than do business.

What's going on with Dominic? It's been two days but there's no news. It's like he's missing.

I had told him long ago that he should take a plane, but he decided to take a train!

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door. Dominic pushed the door open, holding a gun box in his hand, and said to Steed with sweat on his forehead: "Father, I'm back. I brought Charles' new design, you will be surprised!"

Steed looked at Dominic in disbelief.

This bastard, he knew that he was anxious to know Charles's intention, but he didn't even call!

Even if the phone call didn't work, it wouldn't be difficult to send a telegram!

How could Steed have thought that after Dominic finished talking with Charles, his mind was full of a series of magical improvements to the shotgun, and he had long thrown the phone and telegram out of the sky.

Just as Steed was about to speak, Dominic was more anxious than Steed. He skillfully put the gun box on the desk and opened it.

There were two shotguns inside.

Dominic was excited:

"Charles asked us to combine the advantages of the two guns and modify them."

"This is even more incredible."

He unfolded the drawing he had drawn on the train, leaned in front of Steed and said:

"Charles' design is just a simple modification, which can increase its power and range."

"I'm not sure if it will succeed. We need to produce it and test it before we know."

"But Charles is always right, and this time will be no exception."

Steed looked at the sketch and suddenly felt lighter, then he breathed a sigh of relief, with joy in his eyes:

"Yes, Charles is always right."