"This kind of gun can also fire continuously. You can see that as long as you adjust the trigger, you can fire continuously."

"Can we still fire consecutive rounds?" Kutuzov was even more frightened.

If this thing can still fire continuously, then...will the cavalry facing them still have a way to survive?

"But this weapon is not the best for dealing with cavalry." Dorgon snapped his fingers, and Jierhalang immediately took out a blueprint.

"This kind of thing is called a heavy machine gun, and the Ming Dynasty people call it Maxim. The Ming Dynasty people can fire at a rate of 180 rounds per minute.

Doctors from the University of Cambridge in England improved the formula of machine gun barrel steel. The heavy machine gun produced in India can fire at a rate of 240 rounds per minute.

Shooting a big tree with this kind of heavy machine gun can cut it down quickly. This thing uses a bullet chain to feed ammunition. There are three types of ammunition storage boxes, one is a medium-sized ammunition storage box with 600 rounds, and the other is

A large ammunition box with one thousand rounds.

There is also a small ammunition box with 300 rounds that is easy to carry, which can be easily transferred on the battlefield.

Just imagine, if the cavalry encountered such a weapon, then... would the cavalry still have a way to survive?" Dorgon's words made Kutuzov's eyes suddenly light up.

Since ancient times, the most ferocious enemy of infantry has been cavalry. Throughout the ages, countless people have worked hard to study how infantry can deal with cavalry.

But until now, the emergence of firearms has not made the cavalry withdraw from the stage of war.

The thing in front of you can make the cavalry instantly lose any deterrence. Or it can be destroyed directly. The appearance of this thing will make the cavalry directly become history.

Looking at the things on the drawing, Kutuzov's hands were shaking.

"Is this for me too?"

"General Kutuzov, we are friends. Of course this is for you, you know India is finished. I am homeless now, and I wonder if you can support me in opening an arsenal.

I will manufacture the sharpest weapons to equip the Russian army. Of course, you will have a share in this arsenal."

"Dorgon, you came at the right time. I have just been dismissed, and now I have nothing to do. The affairs of the arsenal are all on my shoulders!" Kutuzov said with a wry smile on his face.
Chapter completed!