mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 337 God of War M1907 Submachine Gun

When Freddie Pavitt came out,
He saw Zhao Chuanxin holding a gun that was much shorter than a rifle but much longer than a pistol, and he was crazily outputting towards a target standing in the distance.

The target made of wooden planks was riddled with holes, like a rock eroded by wind, it shattered to pieces in less than a moment.

Freddie Pavitt was dumbfounded.

I, Cao...really, was really created by them?

It was really created by two laymen!

How ironic!
Ning An was a person who had fought in battle. He was dumbfounded, and imagined how much casualties would be caused to the enemy if a hundred or so people charged with this kind of gun on the battlefield.

At close range, even a thousand-man army would be maimed.

The enemy pulls the bolt once, and there may have been ten or twenty bullets tilted here.

He knew that Zhao Chuanxin had tyrannical strength, could hold two Madsen machine guns in both hands, and charge at the same time to harvest lives.

The problem is that no one can do it except him.

But with the advent of this kind of gun, even Ning An himself can achieve the effect of Zhao Chuanxin charging with a machine gun.

Miao Cuihua and Li Shutong didn't understand war, but seeing the continuous firepower of this gun, they knew it must be extraordinary.

After emptying the bullet, Zhao Chuanxin threw the gun away, ran over and hugged Benjamin Goldberg, and threw him into the air: "Good boy, I really have you!"

Being able to make a submachine gun, this kid has done a great job!
Benjamin Goldberg flew up, looking up at the white clouds that seemed to be far away and nearer in his eyes.

In the past, there was a clear distinction between fantasy and reality, and he needed to choose one or the other.

Now, he feels that fantasy and reality have broken the barrier and integrated.

His eyes became brighter and brighter, as bright as the sun in the sky.

He suddenly shouted: "Master, I have enlightened..."

Everyone is happy for the master and apprentice.

Benjamin Goldberg really got it this time.

When he imagined, reality began to appear in his eyes.

When he was looking at reality, his head was also full of fantasies.

It's a feeling I've never had before.

Zhao Chuanxin put him down: "Boy, come here, I will let you feel this gun."

As he spoke, he took off his fortitude armor and picked up the submachine gun on the ground again.

Take out the bullets and load them into the magazine one by one.

These bullets are Mauser bullets from the mirror box.

After installing it, Zhao Chuanxin supported the front and let the walnut gunstock rest on Benjamin Goldberg's shoulder.

Freddy Pavitt's face changed: "Master, he is still a child, I don't know if this gun is dangerous..."

"I'm the ancestor of fucking guns, don't I know if it's stable or not?"

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him and encouraged Benjamin Goldberg to say: "Apprentice, don't listen to him, pull the handle hard, and Master will hold it for you."

Benjamin Goldberg pulled the trigger handle up with all his strength.

He pulled the trigger hard, and Zhao Chuanxin firmly held the clip and the front anti-slip part with his big hands to help him resist part of the recoil.

Benjamin Goldberg got a taste of the metal frenzy of a submachine gun today.

He yelled wantonly "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Halfway through the shooting, the gunfire stopped when the finger could no longer hold the trigger.

Benjamin Goldberg rubbed his shoulders. Even with the help of Zhao Chuanxin, his immature shoulders still hurt: "Master, I think the recoil is too strong, and I need to improve it."

"Haha, Tuer is right, let's continue!"

The master and apprentice started the research and development again.

Benjamin Goldberg suggested housing the recoil spring in a bushing in the nose of the fuselage, with a locking wedge extending into the nose, with the firing pin and firing pin spring inside the wedge.

This change is relatively large.

Always failed before, Zhao Chuanxin's patience was almost exhausted.

But now that he succeeded, all his patience returned.

It's just that the improved submachine gun is more precise, and the manufacturing process needs to be more sophisticated, otherwise the reliability will be greatly reduced.

It is quite difficult to find a balance point among them.

For the next two days, the master and the apprentice forgot to sleep and eat, full of enthusiasm.

Benjamin Goldberg not only didn't lose weight, but gained weight.

On the third day, Samuel Goldberg and Rachel Kervis came to see their son at the Ethan Manor.

When they entered the manor, they saw the table on the lawn and all kinds of iron parts full of it, and they couldn't help being dazed.

Freddie Pavitt hosted two.

When the three of them approached, the master and apprentice didn't look up. Immersive gun-making is no joke.

Samuel Goldberg looked at his energetic son with a very different temperament, and asked Freddie Pavitt in surprise: "Mr. Pavitt, what are they doing?"

Freddie Pavitt wasn't telling the truth: "They're learning. Master's teaching Benjamin, uh, manual skills. Thomas Edison, right? Master says Benjamin has the potential to be a greater inventor than Edison."

Unknowingly, Freddie Pavitt also learned [-]% to [-]% of Zhao Chuanxin's nonsense skills.

Rachel Kervis was very happy, she pushed Samuel Goldberg's arm: "Look, Benjamin really doesn't seem to be the same as before."

Samuel Goldberg hated to admit it, but as long as he wasn't blind, he could tell there was a difference.

He called, "Benjamin."

Benjamin Goldberg looked up in amazement: "Father, why are you here?"

He had an excited look on his face, and just as he was about to say something, Zhao Chuanxin kicked him under the table.

Benjamin Goldberg suddenly remembered what Zhao Chuanxin said: "Don't tell outsiders about this, otherwise you will be deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors."

He swallowed his achievements abruptly, his face flushed.

Samuel Goldberg doesn't know why: "What's wrong? Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

"No!" Benjamin Goldberg shook his head: "Father, Master has taught me a lot in the past two days."

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but smile in satisfaction when he saw that the villain didn't reveal the secret after all.

Look, this is the joy of being a master, watching the disciples grow up happily and vigorously.

"Oh? What has it taught you?"

"Ah, this..." Benjamin Goldberg was dumbfounded, thought for a while and said, "Teach me radio gymnastics, songs, boxing, um... and most importantly, Master taught me the difference between reality and fantasy .”

Samuel Goldberg's face darkened the more he heard the previous words.

Radio gymnastics, singing, boxing, listen, is this a skill that a gentleman should learn?

until the last sentence.

Samuel Goldberg and Rachel Kervez were physically shaken.

Yes, that's how it feels.

There was no confusion on the child's face, and the erratic feeling in his eyes was gone when he was imagining.

my cao...

Samuel Goldberg and Rachel Kervis ecstatic.

This is the most fundamental problem.

So it seems that whether it's radio gymnastics, singing, or boxing, it's good for Benjamin Goldberg, and it must be.

It seems that this Ethan Zhao is not talking big, he really understands education!

"Thank you." Samuel Goldberg even let go of his prejudices for the sake of his children.

He stepped forward quickly and took Zhao Chuanxin's hand: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, God bless you, you are an amazing person and a great educator..."

What the hell?

Zhao Chuanxin was dumbfounded.

How did he become a great educator?

Is it true that you are so amazing?

He shook hands with Samuel Goldberg in a dazed state, and said instinctively, "My praise, my praise, I still need to work hard."

"You Asians are always too modest. Mr. Zhao, to tell you the truth, we took Benjamin to many hospitals and met psychologists including Stanley Hall and Freud. They were helpless. And You, Mr. Zhao, you cured Benjamin!"

Zhao Chuanxin knew these two people.

The former is one of the pioneers of child psychology. At this time, he is serving as a professor of psychology and education at Johns Hopkins University. He pioneered the psychology laboratory. Later generations called him "the father of American psychology".

The latter, needless to say, currently works for the Medical Association in Vienna.Zhao Chuanxin had read Freud's book, but he couldn't understand it in a mess.Even a lot of psychology students can't understand it, because the old guy is talking about it.

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "Well, I have a showdown, and I don't pretend anymore. In fact, I am a great educator of the twentieth century."

"..." Now, Samuel Goldberg couldn't handle it.

Rachel Kervis said, "Mr. Zhao, I invite you to our house for dinner."

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and saw his apprentice shaking his head slightly at him.

Benjamin Goldberg has been playing like crazy for the past two days, and he doesn't want to go home.

There is a master who understands him, there is Marcus who listens, there is a rice cook who can talk to people, and there is a submachine gun...

Zhao Chuanxin's face became serious: "Your couple still don't understand that Benjamin is sick and needs to be cured.

This is an important period for Benjamin's condition to stabilize, and he must not give up halfway.

So, I plan to make persistent efforts to cure his illness in one fell swoop.

This dinner, let's wait until later, there will be a chance. "

When the couple heard it, it made sense.

They were very grateful, and they didn't dare to disturb more, so they left in a hurry.

"Benjamin, mom is gone, don't miss me too much."

Benjamin Goldberg waved to her: "Goodbye, I won't miss you."

Rachel Kervis: "…"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed out loud, and whispered to Freddie Pavitt: "It's over, their child is raised for nothing."

Freddie Pavitt smiled wryly.

It must be admitted that the master is really good at dealing with children.

Zhao Chuanxin went back to continue research with Benjamin Goldberg.

After another day of adjustments, the style and structure of the submachine gun were finalized.

Adjustable swivel ring rear sight, cylindrical front sight and drum type gauge hole rear sight, three-piece snap shoot for installing flash hider, there is a charging handle on the upper left of the front, magazine capacity is 30 rounds, 9mm pistol bullet, the fire rate selection lever is safety, single shot and fully automatic, the rear grip is a pistol grip, and is made of wood like the fixed buttstock.

The whole gun weighs 3 kg, the whole gun is 670 mm long, the aiming reference line is 350 mm, and the barrel is 220 mm long.

The effective range, bullet initial velocity, and theoretical rate of fire have to be tested with 9mm bullets, and the 7.63 caliber bullets in the mirror box are not accurate.

But Zhao Chuanxin estimates that the fully automatic rate of fire will not be lower than 750 rounds per minute.

Zhao Chuanxin named it the God of War M1907 submachine gun.

In addition to the standard model, he also plans to build a hundred guns tailored for himself.

For example, the key parts are made of beryllium copper, the grip and the butt are made of precious mahogany, and the leather is durable.

The excitement of the master and apprentice was broken by the arrival of the cowboy William Hope.

(End of this chapter)