Daming: I, Yang Xian, really govern Yang!

Zhu Biao suddenly raised his head and looked at Yang Xian with his eyes wide open.

He thought of the name, but he still didn't want to believe it.

Why does that man still want to rebel even though he has reached that position?

Yang Xian looked at Zhu Biao calmly and nodded slightly, telling him that his guess was not wrong.

"The water is boiling." Yang Xian picked up the kettle beside him, poured a cup of tea for Zhu Biao, and spoke.

Zhu Biao took the teacup, took a sip, and soon calmed down.

This is the first prince of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Biao put down the teacup in his hand and said with a firm look in his eyes: "Yang Qing, what should I do now?"

Yang Xian smiled and said, "Since your majesty is trying to lure the snake out of its hole, he must have made all the necessary preparations. Your Highness just needs to wait and see what happens."

Zhu Biao nodded slightly, he was well aware of his father's methods.

You must know that Zhu Yuanzhang was not an emperor in a peaceful era, but a founding emperor who fought his way out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses and took back the Han people's country from the hands of foreign races.

In addition, he came from a humble background and had seen all kinds of conspiracies and plots along the way.

Thinking of this, Zhu Biao felt relieved. He looked at Yang Xian with a curious expression on his face.

Since Yang Xian also guessed Hu Weiyong's rebellion, Zhu Biao wanted to know what preparations Yang Xian had made for it.

Zhu Biao thought so in his heart and asked the same question.

Yang Xian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile, and said: "Didn't I tell Your Highness a long time ago that I am busy making the Maxim Bodhisattva."

"Maxim Bodhisattva." Zhu Biao paused and then asked, "Are you referring to the machine we saw in the yard just now?"

At this moment, Zhu Biao naturally no longer believed that there really was a Bodhisattva named Maxim in this world.

Yang Xian nodded and said, "In fact, this is the latest firearm invented by me."

"Firearm?" Zhu Biao was even more confused. He had never seen such a firearm before. It looked neither like a musket nor a cannon.

Yang Xian said: "If the invention of the Hongwu rifle made the level of Ming Dynasty firearms advance a big step forward, then the Maxim machine gun directly made it cross a major step forward."

After hearing what Yang Xian said, Zhu Biao was extremely shocked.

The reason why the Ming Dynasty has been able to reach its current point, to conquer the Northern Yuan Dynasty and Korea at the lowest cost, and even more so, to conquer eight countries at the same time with the strength of one country, is because of the Hongwu rifle!

It is precisely because of the existence of the Hongwu rifle that the Ming Dynasty's military strength had a huge lead over its neighboring countries.

Before the appearance of the Hongwu rifle, although the Ming army also used muskets, and Zhu Yuanzhang was very optimistic about the development prospects of muskets, it was still not used as main combat equipment due to the performance of the muskets themselves at the time.

Before Yang Xian came, the maximum range of the Ming Dynasty's musket was only over 100 meters, and the effective range was even shorter, at most over 50 meters. Moreover, the longer the distance, the weaker the lethality. If you wanted to cause truly fatal damage to a fully armed and armored enemy, you had to be absolutely sure at a distance of 30 meters.

Therefore, the firearms before the Hongwu rifle had their own advantages and disadvantages compared with the bows and arrows. Judging from the scope of application, in terms of range, they were only superior in power at close range. After all, the range of bows and arrows could also reach more than 100 meters, and their firing rate was far behind.

Today, the Hongwu rifle is the absolute main weapon of the Ming army. The reason why bows and arrows have not been completely eliminated is not because the Hongwu rifle is not good, but because the production capacity is not enough to arm the entire army.

The more Zhu Biao understood the power of the Hongwu rifle, the more shocked he was at what Yang Xian had just said.

Yang Xian looked at Zhu Biao's expression and said calmly, "Now the effective killing range of the Hongwu rifle is about 100 meters. It can fire four to five shots per minute, which is about eight or nine finger snaps."

The Hongwu rifle was originally invented by Yang Xian, and no one knew its parameters better than him.

Zhu Biao nodded slightly. Yang Xian then asked, "Then Your Highness, guess how many shots per minute this Maxim rifle can fire?"

Zhu Biao looked up at Yang Xian's smiling face and asked uncertainly, "Ten shots?"

In Zhu Biao's opinion, being able to double the firing rate was already a remarkable thing.

You have to know that doubling the firing rate means that with the same amount of manpower and firepower, you can kill twice as many enemies!

Yang Xian shook his head slightly and said, "Your Highness, please guess again."

"Was it twenty shots?"

As Zhu Biao spoke, he nodded repeatedly.

Yes, only in this way can it be worthy of the qualitative leap that Yang Qing just mentioned. This is Yang Qing!

Only he can accomplish such a feat!
Unfortunately, when Zhu Biao looked up at Yang Xian, he found that the other party was still shaking his head.

"It's still too few. Your Highness can guess boldly." Yang Xian said with a smile.

Still missing?
This time Zhu Biao did not rush to answer, but thought carefully for a while before he said, "Sixty shots?"

This was already the limit of Zhu Biao's imagination. In his opinion, one minute was enough. Even if all other conditions such as loading ammunition were ignored and he only focused on pulling the trigger, the maximum firing rate would probably be just that.

After saying this, Zhu Biao quickly picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip of tea to calm himself down, then raised his head and waited carefully for Yang Xian's reply.

Yang Xian stretched out a palm, turned it over, and said with a smile: "Twist it ten times again."

puff!
Before Yang Xian finished speaking, Zhu Biao spat out the tea in his mouth.

"How much?" Zhu Biao widened his eyes and said in shock.

Zhu Biao hadn't looked so shocked in many years.

Yang Xian said calmly: "The theoretical firing rate of the Maxim heavy machine gun can reach 600 rounds per minute at the fastest, and 100 rounds per minute at the slowest."

Zhu Biao opened his mouth wide, too shocked to speak.

The Hongwu rifle, which is now considered a divine weapon by the world, can only fire four or five shots per minute.

But Yang Xian hadn't finished speaking yet.

"The effective killing distance can reach 2000 steps."

2000 steps!
If you attack from this distance, the opponent might not even know how he died, which shows how terrifying it is!

If the enemy had such a weapon, Zhu Biao felt terrible just thinking about it and felt a chill down his spine.

Zhu Biao raised his head and looked at Yang Xian, and his heart finally calmed down.

Fortunately, the person who invented this weapon was Yang Qing.

"Such a weapon is probably worth thousands of troops." Zhu Biao said with emotion.

Yang Xian nodded slightly. When it comes to lethality, that can indeed be said in the era of cold weapons.

Otherwise, why would heavy machine guns like Gatling and Maxim be called Bodhisattvas? Bodhisattvas are compassionate and naturally want to save more people. (End of this chapter)