The prince is more stable

Chapter 66: Can Fight Liao Cavalry
There is no need to be surprised at what a person does to save his life.

If the material was not unknown, Zhao Xiaoqian would even want to rub a piece of gold-thread soft armor by hand. After experiencing an assassination attempt, Zhao Xiaoqian understood more deeply that he was a piece of exquisite porcelain and must be carefully cared for.

You can touch, but please don't touch.

Zhao Xiaoqian's purpose in making the flintlock rifle was purely for self-protection. He didn't think too much about it, but Zhao Hao and Di Ying were so shocked that they were speechless.

Zhao Hao was naturally clear about the manufacturing process of flintlock rifles and gunpowder. It could be said that right under his nose, flintlock rifles and gunpowder were assembled from scratch, small parts at a time.

At that time, Zhao Hao didn't think much of it, but he was actually a little disapproving in his heart. It seemed impossible to rely on such a piece of iron to defend oneself against the enemy.

However, the truth is so magical. After the gunpowder was loaded into the iron lump, Zhao Hao saw with his own eyes the fate of the blue brick.

Thirty steps away, there was a loud bang and the blue bricks shattered.

Zhao Xiaoqian did not lie to him. This small lump of iron could really kill people. It was also very sharp, and the bullets it fired were no weaker than those shot by a strong bow.

Zhao Hao is an old playboy, but that doesn't mean he is ignorant.

Zhao Hao had never heard of the power displayed by the flintlock rifle, but it was foreseeable that if this weapon formed a certain scale on the battlefield, it might change the outcome of a war.

"Qian'er, how did you create such a magical thing?" Zhao Hao's eyes were even a little scared. He suddenly realized that the change in his son was a bit terrifying.

Zhao Xiaoqian rubbed his forehead. Making up lies is harder than making a flintlock rifle.

"I haven't liked going out these past few years. I've often been lost in thought while staying in the palace. Many of these inexplicable thoughts have come up in the past few years. Now I'm just expressing those thoughts."

The explanation is perfect and impeccable. A person who has been isolated in himself for many years will always have something extraordinary about him. This "extraordinary" sometimes even turns into madness.

Isn't this what the top geniuses throughout history are like?

Zhao Hao was shocked. He carefully recalled his son's performance over the years, and then looked at the flintlock rifle in his hand. He was immediately overjoyed.

A genius appeared in the lineage of the King of Chu. Who can I reason with?
"This item is a national treasure. What do you want to do with it, Qian'er?" Zhao Hao, who was overjoyed, suddenly asked in a deep voice.

Zhao Xiaoqian said bewilderedly, "I carry it with me to protect myself, what else can I do?"

Zhao Hao stamped his foot and said, "Stupid! How could you keep such a sharp weapon hidden? If others knew about it, it would be a crime no matter how big or small."

As he said that, Zhao Hao grabbed Zhao Xiaoqian's arm and walked out.

"Let's go, follow your father into the palace!"

Zhao Xiaoqian stumbled forward, not forgetting to turn back and greet Di Ying: "Miss Di, I'll take my leave first... By the way, Qingyang's old man is trying to extort money from you for incense offerings, so don't agree!"

"If you want to buy peace of mind, come to me. I'm cheap!"

The father and son stumbled away.

Di Ying stood there, staring blankly at the backs of the two men. After a long time, her almond-shaped eyes curved into a crescent moon, like the white moonlight standing under a parasol tree.

Today's harvest was not small. Di Ying seemed to know more about the Prince of Chu.

The more I get to know him, the more interesting I find him, and... he is really smart. How did he come up with such an amazing thing?

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On the carriage back to the city, Zhao Hao took the flintlock rifle, held it in his hand and examined it carefully. He could see every part clearly. The expression on his face was unpredictable, with a strange and mysterious temperament.

Zhao Xiaoqian sighed, "Father, it's just a self-defense gadget. It's not that powerful. Its function is similar to that of a crossbow. They are both long-range weapons."

Zhao Hao glanced at him calmly and said, "Qian'er, how far can this thing reach?"

Zhao Xiaoqian thought for a moment and said, "This one in your father's hand, I haven't rifled the inner wall yet. The maximum range is about fifty steps away. If the inner wall is rifled, the effective range should be a hundred steps away."

Zhao Hao snorted and said, "Have you ever thought about this: if ten thousand men were equipped with this weapon on the battlefield and took turns attacking the Liao cavalry, how would they win?"

Zhao Xiaoqian was surprised.

We really cannot underestimate the wisdom of the ancients. Even an old playboy who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun all his life had such a keen sense of military and political knowledge.

What Zhao Hao was talking about was the three-stage and four-stage shooting in the flintlock era.

During the Opium Wars, the British relied on this method of fire, allowing only a few thousand men to crush tens of thousands of Qing Dynasty cavalrymen. It was truly an era of immense humiliation, and it wasn't without heroes who bravely sacrificed themselves. It's just that despite their best efforts, they still couldn't defeat the musket with their swords.

The great waves wash away not only the tragic heroes, but also the dim and backward civilization.

Seeing Zhao Xiaoqian remain silent, Zhao Hao slowly said, "The current emperor is young and energetic. I can see that he has a strong desire for advancement. What he lacks is the right time."

"Qian'er, the emperor at this moment may need someone to give him some encouragement and confidence."

Patting the flintlock in his hand, Zhao Hao smiled and said, "This is just right."

Zhao Xiaoqian looked at him strangely and said, "Father, you make me feel strange. Can you please recover for a moment? The father I see in you shouldn't be someone so concerned about the country and the people."

Zhao Hao laughed heartily and said, "Okay, let me put it another way... This item can be a stepping stone for my son to advance in his career. In the future, the emperor will grant you a higher position."

The carriage entered the city and arrived outside the palace gate.

The father and son soon met Zhao Xu.

In the small square outside Jiying Hall, Zhao Xu looked on in confusion as Zhao Xiaoqian loaded the bullet and shot at a target fifty steps away.

With a loud bang, the guards around were startled and subconsciously drew their swords to be on guard.

Zhao Xu was also frightened, and looked at the strange thing emitting white smoke in Zhao Xiaoqian's hand with a look of surprise.

The palace servant quickly brought the target. Zhao Xu looked at the small hole on the target and gasped: "This is... what did it hit?"

Zhao Hao standing aside bent his waist and nodded vigorously, his face full of pride.

Zhao Xu was also a smart man. He immediately sniffed the lingering smell of gunpowder and said, "What Zi'an created must have been ignited by gunpowder, right?"

Zhao Xiaoqian lowered his head and said, "Yes. The gunpowder ignited, propelling the iron ball in the barrel, and the iron ball hit the target."

Zhao Xu seemed to have a more profound understanding of the issue than Zhao Hao. His eyes flickered as he heard this and he said, "The gunpowder Zi'an makes seems different from the gunpowder used by Taoists. I remember that the gunpowder used by Taoists in alchemy wasn't this powerful."

It’s so worry-free to chat with smart people.

Zhao Xiaoqian smiled and said, "It is indeed different. I have made some changes to the original gunpowder formula."

Zhao Xu hit the point.

The principle of a flintlock rifle is actually very simple: it simply ejects a pellet. This is also true of advanced firearms of the 21st century: they simply fire a bullet.

What's the point?
It is to use gunpowder to energize the bullet so that its initial speed reaches the effect of killing the enemy.

UI.

As long as the bullet is fast enough, any powerful enemy will have his head blown off in an instant.

He held the flintlock in both hands and handed it to Zhao Xu.

Zhao Xu looked at the rough flintlock rifle again and again, with a gleam in his eyes.

"Zi'an made it for self-defense?" Zhao Xu asked.

"Yes, after being assassinated once, I especially need a sense of security..." Zhao Xiaoqian said innocently.

Zhao Xu glanced at him and said, "How dare you..."

"I want to live a good life and contribute to the great achievements of the emperor."

He carefully examined the flintlock in his hand, and all around him was silence.

However, after a long time, Zhao Xu's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Zhao Xiaoqian sighed secretly. Sure enough, Zhao Xu also thought of the possibility of equipping the army with this thing.

"If ten thousand men were prepared and lined up in battle array, could they defeat the Liao cavalry?" Zhao Xu asked, trying to remain calm.

(End of this chapter)