Chapter 9: Shocking musket, shooting! ()

"Shixin, have you done it?" Zhang Yang walked in and asked about what he was most concerned about.

"alright."

"alright?"

"Touch yourself."

Zhang Yang touched it, and sure enough, the inside of the bamboo was already very smooth.

The inside of the bamboo must be as smooth as possible. If the inside of the bamboo is rough, the resistance to the projectile running inside will be very high and the time will be longer, then it will be easy to explode.

A small hole has been drilled below, and it should be appropriate to put the twister.

"Where is the plug below?" There is also a wooden stick that can be closely linked to block it.

“Here.”

Zhang Yang took it and tried it. It was just enough to stuff it in, and there was no gap.

It is already very good to be able to achieve this level by pure manual processing. It seems that if you have more advanced weapons in the future, you can hand them over to Shixin to make them.

"Is there any glue?" Zhang Yang asked.

"What is glue?" Shi Xin asked.

"It is to put this wooden stick in a bamboo tube and then glue it together." Zhang Yang explained. It turns out that in this era, there was no word glue.

"It's easy to say. I just washed the fish and I had collected the fish's internal organs. After simmering, I could stick to it." Shi Xin said.

Soon, the viscous liquid came out, and it looked very sticky.

Zhang Yang carefully smeared it on the head of the wooden stick, then inserted it into one end of the bamboo tube with a small hole, blocking the end of the bamboo tube.

After a while, the glue went dry. Zhang Yang tried it and it was still very strong.

"Go out and try it out." Zhang Yang said.

The three brothers and Li Bosheng went out together with Zhang Yang.

You can't try it at home. With a loud bang, it will alarm the neighbors on both sides and the secret of making a spike will be leaked. If the explosion occurs, the broken houses in my house will be scrapped. Then it will even shoot myself in the foot.

When he arrived at a small hill five miles away from home, there was no one around, Zhang Yang stopped.

It's experimenting here.

A erected straw man was erected about a hundred steps across the street as his target.

Zhang Yang inserted a wooden stick at one end of the bamboo to the ground. If he wanted to hit a target of about 100 steps, he should make the elevation angle of the fire gun about 35 degrees. At that time, the projectiles inside had a relatively large walking area and good lethality.

It is called a storm, but it is actually more suitable to call it a miniature mortar. The initial velocity of the muzzle is relatively low, and the projectile will not fly in a straight line at all. The ballistics are bent. Whether it can hit the target depends entirely on luck.

Grab a handful of sand on the ground and let it slide down the palm of your hand. Watch the sand fly down with the wind, about three or four levels in the east wind. The wind is not very strong, just adjust the angle towards the wind slightly.

Zhang Yang moved the wooden stick to the east and confirmed that he had shot the world. He had studied light weapons for too much, so he could not lose this professional knowledge.

Shi Xin, Shi Yi, Shi De and Li Bosheng watched from the side, full of curiosity. Just this bamboo stick, without even a string, can it hit a straw man a hundred steps away?

Zhang Yang was not sure, after all, this firearm was too primitive, but he didn't have better materials. If he had a seamless steel pipe, he could at least make a real musket. Now this sudden musket is actually a big firecracker.

Put black gunpowder wrapped in paper bags from the mouth of the tube above, use a fine wooden stick to stab it, and then put some pea-sized stones on it.

If you put a stone with the right diameter, you can only shoot one projectile. Although it is powerful, the hit rate must be pitifully low. Therefore, Zhang Yang's choice is to put in many small projectiles and use them as shotguns. The projectiles fly over, like a scattered flower in the sky, just like a modern rocket launcher, which emphasizes the coverage of firepower.

The stones were dug from the bottom of the river, with a relatively smooth appearance and less resistance when flying in the air.

The lower end of the bamboo tube had been opened in a small mouth. Zhang Yang took out the twister used when frying the fish and put it on it.

Everything is ready.

"Flint." Zhang Yang said to the people behind him.

"It's here for me." Shi Xin took out the flint from his chest.

"Let me be the first one." Li Bosheng said. Just now, watching Zhang Yang adjust the angle seriously, he felt that although one hundred steps was a bit far, the chance of hitting was quite high, so he volunteered and enjoyed it. When frying fish in the morning, it was very spectacular. I wonder if it was also spectacular this time?

"Okay, then you can do it." Zhang Yang agreed.

Weapon experiments are all relatively dangerous. Professor Dong, who teaches smokeless powder courses in college, lost his light in one eye in the experimental accident. Since Li Bosheng is so proactive, give him a chance.

"Remember, after lit the twist, you must immediately step back and lie down two steps." Zhang Yang said as he set an example for Li Bosheng.

"Don't worry, no problem." Li Bosheng said, patting his chest.

Zhang Yang and the three brothers retreated further away.

Li Bosheng took the flint and lit the twist.

Like in the morning, the twister was filled with white smoke and flames, and the more it burned, the shorter it became.

Li Bosheng looked at the twister and felt a very strange feeling, which was even more exciting than refining Yin-Yang Complement Pills himself. The fire that was yelling had a magical magic that attracted his gaze.

"Look down!" Zhang Yang's anxious scream came from behind.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang.

A stream of black smoke surrounded Li Bosheng and he slowly fell down.

"Bosheng!" Zhang Yang was the first to rush up.

"Bosheng!" Zhang Yang picked up Li Bosheng's head, his face was smoked black. If he had known that he was so slow, he would have ignited himself just now. Could it be that Li Bosheng would just die like this?

"Bosheng!Bosheng!" Shixin also came over and shook Li Bosheng's shoulders.

"Cough, cough." Li Bosheng choked twice and opened his eyes.

The black eyes were still rotating.

"This smoke is so big, it choked me to death."

Wasting feelings, I thought Li Bosheng was killed by blowing, but it turned out that he was just choking on cigarettes.

It seems that the ratio of this black gunpowder is still problematic. Normal black gunpowder does not have such a large amount of smoke.

"I've been fighting, I've been fighting!" Shiyi ran over and said excitedly to Zhang Yang.

Success? Zhang Yang stood up and immediately ran to the front of the straw man.

Li Bosheng also stood up and followed Zhang Yang, and several people ran over.

The straw man who was erected just now was lying quietly on the ground. The little round stones could be seen everywhere in the straw man. They were projectiles placed in the bamboo tube just now, embedded in the straw man very deeply. It seemed that not only hit the target accurately, but also had a great power.

"Brother." Several people called Zhang Yang, their eyes full of admiration. The combination of several simple things actually had such great power.

"Well, we succeeded." Zhang Yang concealed his inner joy and said quietly, "The next step is to formulate a careful plan to successfully resolve Qiu Yi, avenge the old man Liu who was innocently beaten to death by him, the brother who had his arms cut off, and the sisters who were humiliated by him!"

Everyone's hearts were filled with rage.
Chapter completed!