wild trail

Chapter 275 National Defense Force
In the simple laboratory, Wang Lang carefully mixed the three substances according to the scientific ratio, and put the mixture of about half a catty in a pottery bowl and stirred it repeatedly.

It is very dangerous to make gunpowder. In order to prevent the static electricity on the clothes, Wang Lang went into battle shirtless.

After fully stirring and grinding these things into powder, the black substance in the pottery bowl looked no different from the gunpowder in my impression.

But this powdered gunpowder, he knew, was not very powerful.

If you want to increase the power of gunpowder, you must ensure that the gunpowder can burn fully. In his impression, the black powder in the firearms era is granulated gunpowder of similar size. As for the smokeless gunpowder, he has no clue.

If you want to granulate gunpowder, you must first make it into a mud.

Wang Lang once heard of a way to make granular gunpowder, which is to use egg whites to stir, but this method is obviously unrealistic. Therefore, Wang Lang thought for a long time, and decided to use water and wine to stir the powder.

Stir these powders into mud, use a sieve made of hemp thread, and sieve it into granules. Three days later, the dried granules of gunpowder appeared in front of Wang Lang.

Carefully put the gunpowder into a special pottery pot, insert a piece of dry weed, ignite it, and quickly run to the side to hide.

As the weeds slowly burned away, there was a loud "Boom!" The clay pot had been blown apart, and some fragments were even stuck directly on the brick wall.

The sudden loud noise frightened the residents of Yancheng to tremble. The guards guarding the place had already turned pale with fright. They all lay down on the ground and prayed to the sky, hoping that the gods would not show their anger.

Looking at the effect of this explosion, Wang Lang felt very satisfied. The power of this black powder was strong enough. With modern knowledge, Xia Guo could directly transition from the era of cold weapons to the age of gunpowder.

After the experiment was successful, Wang Lang immediately called Mu Feng and asked him to select new subordinates to enter this secret place, and asked these people to strictly keep the secrets here, and not to reveal half of it to anyone except relevant personnel. words.

And the Ministry of Industry, after four months of research, has successfully imitated the crossbow, and the iron parts on it can only be replaced by bronze.

The craftsmen pushed the huge bed crossbow out of the city, and Wang Lang was there to watch the effect of this continuous crossbow in person.

The craftsman put three thick crossbow arrows in the huge quiver of the Liannu. When the trigger was pulled, the thick crossbow arrows roared out, piercing through the wooden board 100 meters away, and flying more than ten meters before piercing the soil. inside.

The crossbow quickly pulled into the shape of a full moon again, and the second crossbow flew out again. The time before and after the two arrows did not exceed 20 seconds. This efficiency is many times more advanced than the previous one-minute crossbow.

Wang Lang was very satisfied with the effect of this weapon, and said, "Show me the miniature version of this crossbow bolt."

When Mu Feng heard the words, he quickly asked someone to hand over a small crossbow to Wang Lang.

Wang Lang looked at it himself, raised the crossbow arrow and pointed it forward, and kept pulling the trigger.

"Whizzing!"

The five crossbow arrows in the quiver were all fired in less than half a minute, and the shooting accuracy was many times more accurate than that of the longbow, but it was still not as powerful as the longbow. Ten steps have no effect at all, it can be said that there are advantages and disadvantages.

Handing the crossbow to the person beside him, Wang Lang said, "These two weapons need to be produced on a large scale, and they will be equipped with the army within a year. Can your Ministry of Industry do it?"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, we are already very familiar with the production method of this kind of crossbow. We can make a thousand of them in half a year instead of a year." Mu Feng said confidently.

Wang Lang looked at Mufeng in surprise, one thousand crossbows in half a year, on average, ten crossbow bolts can be produced in one day, this efficiency cannot be achieved even by the most skilled craftsmen, he couldn't help wondering whether Mufeng I'm talking big.

"It took half a year to make so many, do you have many skilled carpenters in the Ministry of Industry recently?" Wang Lang asked with narrowed eyes.

Mu Feng smiled and said: "Your Majesty doesn't know, we don't need everyone to be proficient in making this crossbow, we use measuring tools to specify the size of each component, as long as everyone is familiar with the part they made, that's all. This can greatly reduce the difficulty of production, after the parts are completed, you only need to assemble them, and there are still a lot of wood in our country that has been dried in the shade for more than a year, and there is absolutely no problem in half a year."

Hearing what Mu Feng said, Wang Lang also recalled that this standardized production mode was told to Mu Feng by himself, and he couldn't help laughing: "Very good, just follow this method. After completion, everyone in the Ministry of Industry People reward one hundred coins."

Everyone in the Ministry of Industry was overjoyed when they heard the words, and quickly thanked Wang Lang.

After the weapon demonstration was over, Wang Lang asked about the production of wood wind paper.

Mu Feng sighed and said: "Your Majesty, although we have received your advice to make the kind of paper you mentioned by boiling weeds and tree bark, so far we haven't made much progress, and the things we made are not at all Use it, and it will shatter when you touch it lightly."

Wang Lang nodded. He understood that this kind of thing could not be achieved overnight. He had to go through many failures to achieve success. He said slowly: "There is no need to be too impatient about this matter. Study slowly, and sooner or later there will be progress."

Mu Feng heard the words and nodded.

After demonstrating the weapons, Wang Lang and the others returned to the city together. When they passed the Daxia Academy Palace, they heard the voice of literacy coming from inside, and couldn't help but stop.

Letting the people from the Ministry of Industry leave on their own, Wang Lang walked slowly towards the academy with a few guards.

When the soldiers guarding the academy saw Wang Lang coming, they bowed to greet him.

Wang Lang signaled them to keep quiet, walked lightly, came to the academy and stood aside watching the spacious courtyard, rows of children learned to read and write with the teachers sent by the Ministry of Rites.

And his three-year-old son, Wang He, also recited these words while shaking his head.

These teachers who teach are the children who learned knowledge from Wu Yun. After so many years, the older children have grown up and become officials of the Ministry of Rites.

The young teacher wrote Zhao Qian Sun Li, Zhou Wu Zheng Wang, Feng Chen Chuwei, twelve characters on the blackboard with chalk made of lime powder.

"Follow me, Zhao Qian Sun Li!"

After the teacher finished speaking, the children below shook their heads and said, "Zhao Qian, Sun Li!"

"Zhou Wu Zheng Wang, Feng Chen Chuwei."

. . .

After the children finished reading sentence by sentence, the young teacher said: "These twelve characters include most of the surnames of our Xia Kingdom. You can find your own surnames from them. Let's learn these twelve characters today. I will teach you how to write your own names tomorrow."

The students read the twelve characters several times, and then the teacher called up a little boy and said, "Come and read it again."

The little boy was trembling nervously, and read tremblingly: "Zhao... Zhao Qiansun Li, Zhou Wu, King Zheng, Wang... Wang... what... Wei."

The child who didn't read all the words was immediately called over. The young teacher took out a wooden stick and hit him on the palm with a "slap", and the child burst into tears in pain. The rest of the children trembled in fright.

(End of this chapter)