309 competition?

That night, Pang Yu and Zhao Yi talked until late at night. He originally wanted to learn something about Xu Guangqi, Sun Yuanhua and others through this disciple of the Xu family, but unexpectedly, he studied the Manchus for a long time, and recorded something in his small book.

A lot of information about the Eight Banners Army in Manchuria.

In return, Pang Yu also tried his best to answer Zhao Yi's many questions about muskets, and gave him a few bullets to allow him to study in depth. Zhao Yi was indeed very talented in this area, and he held the bullets and looked at them over and over.

After a while, I actually used a knife to cut off the outer paper, and finally saw the separated warhead, powder column, and copper-based ignition cap.

But that's all. Although Pang Yu can answer some basic principles about the Qionghai rifle, he can't answer the more detailed structure, processing methods, and even the formula of propellant and flash cap... these professional knowledge can't be answered.

Come up.

In fact, for Zhao Yi himself, his ability to understand him was almost at its limit. At first, when Pang Yu agreed to frankly communicate with him the details of this kind of musket, Zhao Fengxiang thought he had entered Baoshan, and he excitedly took out a piece of paper to record the details.

Stop. However, he soon discovered that there were too many treasures in this "treasure mountain" and he couldn't absorb them all. Although Pang Yu answered several of his puzzling questions very readily. But one

The solution to a problem often leads to more problems.

As time went by, Zhao Yi's recording paper contained more and more content, and the scope involved became wider and wider. Finally, he put down the pen in his hand slumped, sighed and shook his head:

"No way... I didn't expect that this mere bullet contains so much knowledge. There are so many differences between round-nose bullets and pointed-nose bullets, and the rifling is even more wonderful..."

Zhao Yi's eyes were still staring at the Qionghai rifle, but there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"Commander Pang, thank you for your candor. But I am ashamed to say that even though I saw the diagrams and the real objects, Zhao still couldn't figure out the many mysteries... It's a pity, it's a pity."

Pang Yu nodded:

"Yes, firearms manufacturing is a comprehensive discipline, covering a very wide range. Many people here worked together to produce this work. I am not a technician, and I only know the general principles. More details

The content is really hard to describe.”

Zhao Yi looked at the recording papers. After being silent for a long time, he slowly shook his head:

"Zhao doesn't work in the Ministry of Industry. He spends most of his time in the craftsmen's camp. He has been said to be not doing his job properly. In the past, you could just find a skilled craftsman to make guns. But with your gun, no matter whether it's iron or wood, every item is

The requirements are extremely high, and there is no financial support from the imperial court. How can it be undertaken by a single person? Even if Zhao has a clear idea and finds out all the mysteries of this, I am afraid that he will not be able to do it with the scale and craftsmanship of the Ming Craftsman Camp.

Even if a master craftsman is lucky enough to make one or two of them, in the end they will just end up living in the inner secrets, unable to join the army in the border town, and they will still be useless to the country!"

As he said this, Zhao Fengxiang put the information he had worked hard to record all night next to the candlelight, intending to burn it. Pang Yu was slightly startled, but did not stop him - for him, tonight was a momentary move.

, a lot of secrets have been leaked. If Lao Zhao is willing to take the initiative to destroy these information, it would not be a bad thing.

However, Zhao Yi was reluctant to part with it after all. After much hesitation, he carefully put down the information. At the same time, he stood up and bowed deeply to Pang Yu:

"Commander Pang, what we talked about tonight are all mysteries that have never been heard before. Although Zhao is a fool with limited understanding, he is like seeing the blue sky through clouds and mist, and a golden avenue appears in front of him..." As he said that, Zhao Yi

He carefully collected the materials in his arms, "My senior brother Sun Yuanhua wrote a book called "The Magic Machine of Western Law", which specifically describes the Yi people's artillery-making method. I will also write a book on the artillery-making method after I return. Maybe Zhao

There is no way to go through this road, but it can always point the way to future generations... In this way, one day, my Ming Dynasty's fire blunderbuss will be better than the Tatar's bows and arrows, and the deaths of my brothers in robes will not be in vain!"

Looking at the head of the Nanjing Ministry of War, a low-ranking official in a comfortable place in the south, but he never forgets to defend the country from the invasion of the barbarians from the north - in the Central Plains, the Chinese heritage has gone through thousands of years, and although it has declined, it has never been destroyed.

If it is destroyed, it must be precisely because there are many such people supporting it that it will not sink, right?

Pang Yu couldn't help but feel a little excited. For a moment, he suddenly wanted to stand up, hold Zhao Yi's hand, and shout as proudly as him:

"We are also Chinese!"

——But after all, this was too "active" and would bring disadvantages to the next negotiation, so Pang Yu finally forced himself to suppress his excitement. With the excuse that the cabin was stuffy, he opened the door and walked out.

In the distant horizon, there was already a faint glow of dawn.

The boat sailed very fast - according to the habits of Ming Dynasty sailors, boats were usually not allowed to sail at night, especially on routes close to the coast. It was easy to hit the rocks.

However, the waterway between Lingao and Qiongzhou has been specially cleaned up due to its extremely high utilization rate in recent years. Some poorly located reefs have been blown up along the way, and lighthouses have been set up to guard certain critical places, or

Install a navigation beacon made of reflective material to ensure that this route remains open day and night.

The pilot on the ship is currently sent by Qiongzhou Prefecture. He is already very skilled in walking this route. The ship does not slow down at night. He has covered most of the distance overnight and is expected to arrive at Lingao at noon tomorrow - this is still the slow speed of Fuzhou.

, if you switch to a fast sailing boat that travels through the sea, you can arrive early in the morning.

Although he didn't sleep for most of the night, Pang Yu was not very tired. He had stayed up too late at work before, and he was a little excited and couldn't sleep anymore. He simply took a toiletry bag and went to the stern of the ship in advance to brush his teeth and wash his face. The other two guards

They also went together - according to Jie Xi's order, they had to protect Pang Yu at all times while he was in Mingchuan, and they had to guard him at the door even when he went to the toilet.

This Ming Dynasty official-sponsored Dafu ship has good facilities and a special bathroom cabin for VIPs. Pang Yu thought that he had arrived very early, but he didn't expect that there was someone earlier than him - he met Zhou Sheng here.

There were also two other officers who seemed to be members of the Royal Guards. The reason why we couldn't be sure was because at this time, the three of them were all naked and were using cold water to wash themselves down with their shirts on.

Suddenly I saw an outsider walking in. I was a little embarrassed at first, but they were all grown men and there was nothing to be ashamed of. Seeing Pang Yu and the others, they just nodded carelessly and continued to wash themselves while shouting that they were happy - anyway, there was no one on the ship.

Women, it's extremely hot below the cabin, and the sailors work with their bare buttocks a lot.

So Pang Yu and the other three people took refuge outside on the deck to brush their teeth and wash their faces. After a while, they saw the three people walking out of the cabin. One of them was wearing a pair of shorts. Zhou Sheng came over and introduced them. One of the two people was named Liao, and the other one was named Liao.

The surnamed Ma was a member of the Jin Yiwei team sent from Nanjing and Fujian respectively. Together with Zhou Sheng himself, the three of them each led a team responsible for protecting the safety of the mission.

The one named Liao has a higher official position, and is a fifth-rank Qianhu official. The one named Ma, like Zhou Sheng, is a fifth-rank deputy Qianhu official, so Liao Qianhu is the main one among the three. But right now

The attitude of the three of them was very friendly. Needless to say, Zhou Sheng was an old acquaintance. Liao and Ma were very grateful because they bought a lot of good things at the Qiongzhou Prefecture Market, and were naturally very polite to Pang Yu.

.

Warriors are straightforward, so when Liao Qianhu came over, he didn't waste any time talking, and just clasped his fists:

"Hey, Military Advisor Pang, during the day this little brother displayed the power of the fire gun, which is indeed extraordinary. But I heard from Brother Zhou that the short sword you use is also quite unique. Can you show it to us for appreciation?

"

Pang Yu smiled bitterly, wondering if you guys had made a private agreement. This one wants to see the gun, and the other wants to see the knife. Do you have to feel all our weapons thoroughly before you give up?

But he still casually handed a bayonet to the other party - even the bottom of the musket was exposed, so why did he care about just a bayonet? Liao Ma and others gathered together to play with it for a long time, marveling at it and looking like they couldn't put it down.

Pang Yu originally thought that these Qiu Ba gang might ask for it, but for Zhou Sheng's sake, he might not be able to refuse. Unexpectedly, after a while, the other party returned the dagger. Just when he was surprised, he saw Liao Qianhu looking at him.

Looking at the two young men behind Pang Yu, he smiled and said:

"Commander Pang, the equipment used by your two guards is of the highest quality. I just don't know how this person is - how he is. Are you willing to let your subordinates have a try with our brothers?"

"Competition? With Qianhu Official of Jinyiwei?"

Pang Yu was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but show a smile at the corner of his mouth:

"This is not good, it's a bit overwhelming."

As soon as these words came out, not to mention other people, even Zhou Sheng's face turned ugly, and the officer surnamed Liao blushed even more:

"Commander Pang looks down on our Jinyi Guards so much? Although I, Liao Yong, am not talented, I am still a disciple of Wudang. I am a direct disciple of Taoist Master Bai He. I have been practicing hard for thirty years. How can I still not be able to teach you as a guard?"

The thousands of households in front of him were furious, but Pang Yu became more and more amused:

"No, no, no, Liao Qianhu, you have misunderstood. It's because you Jin Yiwei have the upper hand - how long have you been practicing martial arts?"

The Qianhu official named Liao Yong was stunned for a moment:

"I built the foundation at the age of four and practiced Qi at the age of seven. Although I am not yet fully accomplished, I have put in more than thirty years of hard work in the cold and heat."

Pang Yu smiled and looked back at his guards:

"Xiao Mao, let me report to all the superiors: How long have you been in the army? What did you do before joining the army? Have you ever practiced martial arts?"

The soldier immediately dropped the towel in his hand, put his legs together and reported loudly:

"Reporting to the commander, Sergeant Qian Xiaomao, he joined the army in June of the third year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, and it has been eighteen months so far. Before joining the army, he was a fisherman and had never practiced martial arts!" {Piaotian Literature thanks all the book friends for your support.
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