Chapter 7: Homemade Musket ()

Shiyi, Shide, Shixin and Li Bosheng, four people walked behind Zhang Yang.

"Shiyi, Shid, you two continue to distribute the remaining fish to the remaining families. Shixin, Bosheng, you two come with me."

"Okay, brother." Everyone agreed quickly, and they all felt that the atmosphere was a little abnormal. Because everyone felt that Zhang Yang had murderous intentions.

Killing a Mongolian is a serious crime. If you don’t do it well, everyone in the salt farm will have to be unlucky.

"Brother..." Li Bosheng said.

"I know what you want to say, it's still time to quit now." Zhang Yang said coldly.

"I..." Li Bosheng blushed: "I don't mean that. I have an idea, I don't know whether to talk or not."

"Tell me." Zhang Yang said.

"We cannot do it in the salt field, nor in the village. Otherwise, if the government investigates it, we will definitely not be able to escape." Li Bosheng paused for a moment and observed Zhang Yang's face.

"Set me." Zhang Yang seemed very interested.

"Qiu Yi is responsible for the security of our salt farm. He has to go to Gaoyou Mansion every month to report the situation of our Baiju Salt Farm to Gaoyou Prefect Li Qi. If something happened to him accidentally on the way, it should have nothing to do with us, right? Especially one hundred miles west of the salt farm, there is a dense forest with a few wild wolves inside. If he disappears inside, he will definitely be eaten by the wolf."

Baiju Salt Farm is one of the three major salt farms in Gaoyou Mansion and one of the main income of Gaoyou Mansion. Therefore, Qiu Yi has to go to Gaoyou Mansion every month, and only in these few days can the lives of the salt people in the salt farm be more stable.

Zhang Yang's eyes lit up: He is brave and resourceful, and in time, Li Bosheng will definitely become the only general.

"When will he go this month?" Shixin asked.

"If I guess correctly, it should be the day after tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow? It's time for us to go out to transport salt at that time." Shi Xin said.

"Yes, we'll do it at that time." Zhang Yang made up his mind.

"But, don't we still have to transport salt? This matter cannot be delayed," Shi Xin said.

"So we must be more prepared." Zhang Yang said confidently.

A careful plan gradually formed in Zhang Yang's mind.

From modern times, he usually likes to watch TVs where police solve cases, especially Hong Kong and Taiwan films. If you want to avoid being suspected, the most important thing is to create evidence that you are not present. For example, go to K-song with your colleagues, go to the bathroom during the middle, and kill your enemies within a few minutes. When the police come to investigate, their colleagues will testify to themselves.

In the eyes of everyone in the salt field, he went out to transport salt, so he naturally would not do anything else. And the few people on his salt boat were all their brothers and brothers. Anyway, they had transported their own salt together. If someone reported him, he would not have a good end. This is like the letter of claim of the water-pooling Liangshan. As long as you join the gang, you will not be able to get out. Now everyone has been tied to the same boat, so they are naturally working together.

At night, the salt ship quietly landed, went down from the salt ship, drove the path, rushed to the woods and ambushed Qiu Yi, then returned to the pre-conferred location, got on the salt ship, and it was done. Anyway, the wind was very small now, and the salt ship sailed slowly in the canal, and even if it was delayed for a day, it could not walk dozens of miles.

Therefore, there should not be too many people going there, otherwise there would be too few people on the salt boat and they would be discovered by others, at most, only two people.

But how can I kill Qiu Yi?

Not to mention anything else, the bow and arrow and knife on him are fatal weapons. The only weapon he owns is the kitchen knife at home, which obviously doesn't work.

Go to the blacksmith shop to make weapons? Although the money earned by selling private salt last time was enough to make a few swords. However, in the Yuan Dynasty, iron tools were strictly restricted, and the blacksmith shop was monitored by people. If a knife was really shot, the Yuan soldiers would definitely come to seal the blacksmith shop. Then follow the clues and follow them and follow them.

With bare hands and a few arrows shot, I died before I could succeed.

What should I do? Zhang Yang touched his forehead and then his chest.

There is a bulging thing inside, which is the gunpowder left over to the fried fish.

There is! Zhang Yang suddenly thought of something.

I am a graduate student in the Army Academy's major in light weapons design and manufacturing. Now I have black gunpowder, so I made a gun and it was solved with just one shot.

However, making guns requires special steel. You can’t even get a piece of pig iron. How can you build a gun? Even with special steel, no machine tools, and modern processing technology, you can’t make a gun.

Shixin and Li Bosheng followed Zhang Yang, watching Zhang Yang walk down, sometimes with his eyebrows tightened and sometimes with smiles. Both of them were a little worried. Could it be that they were crazy?

"I have it!" Zhang Yang suddenly slapped his forehead.

"Brother?" Shixin asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yang showed an unprecedented smile: "Let's go to the bamboo forest by the river."

"What are you doing there?" Shixin asked.

"You will know when you arrive. Are you still carrying the hatchet that cut the bamboo just now?" Zhang Yang asked.

"I'm taking it with me." Li Bosheng said.

The dense bamboo forest grows by the small river with trickling water. The green bamboo is quiet and the green water is leisurely.

Walking into the bamboo forest, bamboos more than one person tall blocked the sunlight outside the sky, occasionally sprinkling light from the gap. There were clusters of weeds growing in the ground, messy.

Zhang Yang looked at the bamboo trees in front of him like a blind date.

"This one is not good, it's too old and has cracks."

"This one doesn't work, it develops too fast and the lines are not dense enough."

"This tree is malnourished and hasn't grown into a circle?"

Zhang Yang muttered while looking for the bamboo he needed.

Finally, I stopped in front of a bamboo.

"This tree is good, with a perfect development, dense texture, round and thick, this one is it."

Shixin and Li Bosheng were like monks who were confused. The bamboo was still green and could not be eaten or used as firewood. Why do you want this thing?

"Bosheng, chop this bamboo down for me, be careful, don't crack it." Zhang Yang said.

"Okay." Although I don't know what Zhang Yang is going to do, Li Bosheng had long admired Zhang Yang and was so impressed that he would do whatever he wanted.

Li Bosheng took the hatchet and began to chop the bamboo.

Sure enough, Zhang Yang's vision was still very unique. The bamboo grew so strong that it only cut into a small hole with one knife.

Li Bosheng continued to work hard.

"Ba, bha." Finally, the bamboo was put down.

The bamboo is not very tall, so it is only about four meters long to remove the tiny part of it. Zhang Yang roughly gestured and counted the bamboo joints. The four bamboo joints were a section, which was exactly one meter. This way, four of them could be made.

"Bosheng, please take a break." Zhang Yang said, taking the hatchet.

"Shixin, come here and split the bamboo into four sections from these places. Be careful, you should split the bamboo joints." Zhang Yang said and pointed to the place he had planned just now.

"Ah?" Shi Xin reluctantly took the hatchet. It was so difficult for Li Bosheng to slash once just now. He had to slash three times and into four sections?

"Be careful, don't split the bamboo. If it breaks a piece of the bamboo, it will be ruined and you have to split it again." Zhang Yang reminded.

"Okay, I know." Shi Xin had to cheer up when he heard that he had to chop again, so he had to cheer up, so he couldn't chop it up.

"Brother Shicheng, what are you doing?" Li Bosheng asked.

"Abrupt musket." Zhang Yang said lightly.

Suddenly, he found a trace of surprise flashing across Li Bosheng's face.

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?" Zhang Yang asked.

"It's okay." Li Bosheng's inner surprise was indescribable.

He only heard the sorcerer who refined the alchemy with him that the sorcerer was a secret weapon of the court. With a loud bang, accompanied by countless tiny iron sand flying in, and as long as he was hit, he would be beaten into a hornet's nest.

Zhang Yang knew that the storm was the originator of all guns, which was so familiar to him who was studying light weapons.

Around the Southern Song Dynasty, about a hundred years after the present, China invented the first "gun" that used black gunpowder to fire projectiles and bamboo tubes as the barrel: "spinning musket".

The front section is a thick bamboo tube; the middle section is an expanded part is a gunpowder chamber, with a small fire hole on the outer wall; the back section is a wooden stick. When it is launched, it uses a wooden stick to support the ground, holds the bamboo tube with its left hand, and ignites the fire with its right hand, making a loud noise, shooting out stones or projectiles, and the unburned gunpowder gas is sprayed out of the muzzle for two or three meters.

What this primitive musket can truly play is only a psychological deterrent effect.

First of all, since it is a smoothbore gun, the barrel and projectile are not sealed well, the thrust is quite limited, the range is about 100 meters, and because the shooting method is very stiff, it is impossible to use the modern "three points and one line" aiming method. Moreover, because the barrel is a bamboo tube, after about four to five shooting, the bamboo at the end of the barrel will become very fragile due to the burning of the gunpowder when it explodes, and it will break when it falls to the ground. What's more, the chamber is simply blown up because of the high chamber pressure when shooting. Where can the bamboo hold up such an explosion, it rarely fires successfully, so it only has a psychological deterrent effect.

And what he needs is this effect.

It is probably very difficult to kill Qiu Yi directly with such a gun that is not considered a gun. He asked Shi Xin to make four bamboo tubes to create four storm guns, and the remaining gunpowder was almost enough for five times, one experiment and four actual combat.

Place the two directly in front of Qiu Yi’s path, and place the two in front of the side to form a perfect defense circle.

When Qiu Yi approaches, first ignite the one in front, then ignite the one in front. Amid the deafening explosion, the horse that Qiu Yi is sitting on will be frightened and throw him off the horse. If the projectile hits him directly, or the frightened horse will directly trample him to death, it would be best. Even if not, he will fall off the horse and his injuries will definitely be severe. At this time, it should not be difficult to deal with him when he comes forward.

"Brother, it's done." A voice interrupted Zhang Yang's thoughts.

"So fast?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Well, I discovered the trick. I held the bamboo tightly in my left hand and the good hatchet in my right hand. I looked at the bamboo joints with my eyes and waved the hatchet with my strength. If it was fast and if it was a mark, the bamboo would immediately separate from the bamboo joints." Shi Xin said.

"Okay, then I'll leave one more thing to you to polish all the bamboo."

"We still have to work? We haven't eaten since last night," Shi Xin said.

Only then did Zhang Yang feel that his stomach was whistling, so busy that he didn't even have to eat. People were iron and rice were steel, so they were hungry if they didn't eat for a meal.

"Let's go, take the bamboo, let's go home for dinner first." Zhang Yang said.

"Brother, what are you selling in this gourd?" Shi Xin asked behind. He just heard Zhang Yang and Li Bosheng say something about guns, but he didn't understand what it meant.

"Brother prepared a few big firecrackers for Qiu Yi and made him so hard that he could be overwhelmed." Zhang Yang said confidently.
Chapter completed!