Become the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, Chongzhen!

Chapter 218 Methods Matter

Facts have proved that the regulations for short-range aiming of shooters are similar. For a weapon with an unstable ballistic like musket, Jin Yiwei will try to aim at the center of the target before firing.

In this way, even if the trajectory is deviated, the chance of hitting is also higher.

And the superior and straight trajectory of the rifled brown bass quickly made Jin Yiwei feel what precision is!
"Within fifty steps, eight of my ten shots hit the bull's-eye. Yucai, you even hit all ten shots. Even if you take a hundred steps, we can hit the target every time. If you aim carefully, there is a high probability that you will be able to hit the target." Hit the bullseye!"

"True God Gun!"

Zhang Guangjin praised in amazement, and immediately heard Qi Ding, who was looking at the target a hundred steps away, report loudly: "My lord hit the bull's-eye again! Ten rounds all hit the bull's-eye!!"

"A real shot!"

All Jin Yiwei knelt down to congratulate Zhu Youjian.

"Hahaha! Get up, get up, tell me you're fine, don't keep kneeling!"

Zhu Youjian rubbed the butt of the brown Beth's gun in his hand, and the smile on his face couldn't be concealed.

"Send one to the Shenyang Ministry of Industry, and the sample will come according to this, and you all keep the ones on hand! It will be a set with the Longxiao gun, one far and one near! The bullets here are also divided. Oh right! The bullets have to be sent to the Shenyang Ministry of Industry for reference!"

"Thank you for the real reward!"

After thanking them, several Jin Yiwei stood up, looking at the firecrackers in their hands with somewhat fiery eyes.

For a firearms veteran, this firecracker is simply a delicate work of art.

Don't say anything else.

Let's just say that the distance is only a dozen or twenty steps away, aim straight and pull the trigger, but it just feels like you can't hit.

But it's too worrying.

And the feeling of pointing where to hit just now tugged at the heartstrings of all Jin Yiwei.

"Arrange someone to find a set of damaged armor in the arsenal, let's try!"

"Whoo!"

Everyone played with the brown bass carefully, and waited for a pair of cloth face armor with broken pieces but still partially intact.

Covering the intact part of the armor on the target, Zhu Youjian called everyone to raise their guns together.

"Bang bang bang!"

The projectile hit the armor and exploded with tiny sparks. The Jinyi guards put down their guns and greeted the bannerman who was guarding the target expectantly to bring the armor to Zhu Youjian.

Expand it.

Jin Yiwei and Zhu Youjian were six people in total, and there were exactly six holes in the armor, the cotton cloth was broken, and the iron armor was pierced.

"Bring up the target."

"Whoo!"

The target was quickly brought over by Banner Ding, and Pei Wu explored the thick target braided with layers of straw for a while, and then dunked a slightly deformed bullet from the depths of the straw target. There is no need to look at the small holes.

"All six shots penetrate the iron armor."

"True artifact!"

The Lumi gun used by Jin Yiwei is not bad, it is powerful and guaranteed to penetrate armor.

The light blunderbuss equipped in the Ming and Qing armies was a bit weak when facing the large amount of cloth cotton armor equipped by the two countries. Facing the full-armored elite bannermen and heavy armored men, the armor-piercing effect was not good, and they often hurt the enemy. But cannot kill the enemy.

In other words, the armor-piercing ability of round lead bullets is generally insufficient these days.

When the elite soldiers of the Ming and Qing Dynasties inspected their armor after the war, they could often shake out several or even dozens of shattered lead from the interlayer of cotton armor and iron armor.

The shape of the miniature bullet makes its penetration ability several times higher than that of lead bullets.

This makes the brown bass, which was originally only superior in the field of flintlock, now have the shadow of the rifles of later generations in the effect of bullets.

Of course, there is still nothing to do about the speed of fire. For the breech charge or needle shooting, just look at the Longxiao gun.

Based on the overall industrial level of Ming Dynasty, even if Wang Chengen's munitions manor has small industrial capacity, the output of kung fu in the past two years is still less than [-], and the output of ammunition goes hand in hand, which can only be said to be enough.

Not to mention the need to ensure privacy.

Small-scale assembly is no problem, but large-scale installation is wishful thinking.

Have to look at this advanced version of the brown bass.

After testing the gun, Zhu Youjian also returned to Shengjing and hurriedly wrote a letter to Jiao Boqing, who was preparing for the tribute, to bring it back to Nanjing, so that Wang Chengen could hurry up and mass produce it, and then Zhengheiqi could bring the brown bass back through regular tribute trade. Zhengheiqi.

And this tribute matter is also a major event for Zheng Heiqi.

The black flag's various tribes entered Shengjing, and it can be regarded as a new understanding of the world.

The fear of the unknown and the huge number of alien races around them made them hold each other closer.

Therefore, at this time, they relied more on Zhu Youjian, and relied on the leadership of Heiqi Wuerte, a fierce man from heaven, no, a man from heaven!

This has also led to another rise in the popularity of Viking braids.

Of course, the chief concern, such as the leader, is the fertility issue of Heiqi Wuerte.

Some even think about it and feel anxious and can't sleep the whole night.

"It's good to go to Daming to pay tribute, Daming is richer and wider than Jiannu, and"

"Jarama has a letter! Qi Xinlang! Read!"

"Hey, Lord Si Zhangjing said that we must choose a brother to go to Daming to find a way for Wuerte to give birth to an heir."

After Qi Xinlang finished reading, he raised his head in trepidation and looked at the savages with Viking braids who were doing evil deeds around them with a little remorse on their faces.

"Jalama's side is all warriors from the Bagala camp, and they are all from our own family, but you."

As he spoke, a saber was placed lightly on Qi Xinlang's neck.

"If it gets out, this commander will definitely put you in the Shengjing prison!"

Qi Xinlang closed his eyes and nodded violently with a mournful face.

"Forget it, forget it, if this matter is not resolved, we can't keep it secret. I think the same as Jarama! We must send someone to look for it! Our brothers don't speak Chinese, so this time we might as well bring it to him." !"

"Then who will go?"

"I'll go! I feel that I have learned Chinese quite well these days."

"Come on!"

The tribes are discussing here.

Over there, Jiao Boqing was overwhelmed by the manifest they presented.

"What do you want to sell the garbage you don't want at home!? Buried stuff! Throw it away!"

"The North Koreans have already exceeded their quota! Send it back and let them transport it themselves!"

"Wait a minute? Is that a tiger bone? Keep it! Antlers and antlers are so good!"

"Huh!? So many ginseng? Keep a few big ones."

"Do you still want to sell the leather that has been worn for decades? You don't think it's dirty! Throw away the rough ones! Move the others over here!"

"What's wrong with this place!"

"Scratchy!"

Having dealt with low-level tribal fighters a lot, Jiao Boqing also knew that every negotiation was physical work.

Kicking the past is an important process that helps the brains of the Horde warriors work.

"Tea!"

After kicking the person, he beckoned someone to hand over the teapot, took a sip to moisten his throat, and then continued to work.

"Hey, this little thing? Rare! Take it here and let me have a look! Get off your horse!? Take it here!"

The Jinyiwei is indispensable for paying tribute, no matter whether the tribute is dead or alive, it must be inspected layer by layer. Cough cough, what, check layer by layer.

So Jiao Boqing is very clear about the way of paying tribute.

He also knows what objects are most pleasing to the Ming court.

With a cry, several ponies that were no more than three feet tall at the shoulder were led to Jiao Boqing.

"This little baby! Which tribe brought it here? Are you from that tribe!?"

"Gu Yiqi!"

The person who led the horse was a little embarrassed, but now he proudly raised his head.

(End of this chapter)