The gun is only one meter long, and the well-decorated wooden handle is not decorated with extra decoration. The original trigger and fuse rope give Chen Mu a feeling of visiting antiques. Even if the gun barrel is rusty, you can still clearly feel the solid quality of the short gun when you hold it in your hand.

Chen Mu speculated that this bird gun should be a Seed Island gun copied by the Japanese after being introduced into Japan by the Ming pirate Wang Zhi, the Portuguese Western guns, which were introduced into Japan more than 20 years ago. It is called an "iron cannon" on the Japanese archipelago across the sea. It has not received much attention due to the rate of fire and limited weather. However, within ten years, it will arm the army that separatist Daming on a large scale and become the backbone of the war.

Perhaps it was because of the mentality of being greedy for Sichuan. Compared to the bird guns that he had been thinking about day and night, Chen Mu focused more on the mounts of the Bai family's personal soldiers. It was a low-looking horse with a shoulder height of more than one meter, but the rider on the horse was not as tall as Shao Tingda, which complemented each other. After the rider handed over the bird guns to Chen Mu, he did not politely treat him. He turned over and whipped away, leaving behind a tornado all the way up the country road, but made Chen Mu's eyes hot.

prestige!

As usual, how can people who are used to driving cars feel that riding a bad horse mixed with the northern-style horse on the country road? But that's not the case. The sense of superiority is relatively good. People around them drive Land Rover naturally won't think that BYD is majestic, but what if they are all "legged" around them?

It feels so majestic when you open a Santana!

"Bah! You are so proud of me." Shao Tingda, who was leaning on a rake in the field, saw Chen Mu's face covered in dust raised by the horse's hooves from afar. He jumped out of swear words, and while cursing, he dropped the rake and turned over the ridges to the ground, "Brother Mu, don't fight with that stupid dick, you can't even speak... This is the bird gun of Baihu and his brother? I fire a gun and let my brother hear it. What is this writing? I'll call the bookmaker to recognize the words!"

The bookmaker under his poster is Shi Qi. He was born in Jiajing in his third year. Although he was in his forties, he was thin and short. Therefore, Chen Mu did not regard him as the main force of military farming yesterday. However, if he encountered a fight, he would be a good player. No one could have imagined that this failed scholar who had a storytelling in a teahouse outside Ningguo Prefecture City, Nanzhili was exiled for thousands of miles because of his murder and became a military household in Qingyuanwei, the capital of Guangdong.

The scholar talks little. No matter what his ability is, even if Chen Mu wants to contact such a person to protect himself in the future, he still has much resistance to murderers in his heart. He waved his hand and called the incest Shao Tingda, pointing to the words carved out of the gun handle and said, "I didn't fight with him. Sooner or later, I will ride a taller and stronger horse than him one day. You don't have to call the scholar, I recognize these words."

Seeing Chen Mu's expression of disgust, Shao Tingda licked his lips and asked, "What's the thing at this moment?"

"Haman, Great Bodhisattva." Although the owner of this body was taught by the gentleman of the garrison, he did not recognize too many words. However, because the Ming character is similar to traditional Chinese, Chen Mu can read most of the words and guesses, and the Japanese character on the handle of the gun can naturally understand them, because this is basically the Ming character, "This is the musket used by the Japanese pirates. They are the pirates of Hachiman."

The formal name of the Hachiman Pirates is Kumano Navy. These naval forces entrenched in the Kumano local people in the Ise Peninsula were named after the clutches hang the Hachiman Big Bodhisattva flag. A considerable part of the Japanese pirates operating in the Ming Dynasty waters, and their clutches were also called Hachiman Ship by the Ming people.

The short gun in Chen Mu's hand was engraved with the words "Haman Great Bodhisattva" on the wooden handle. It is hard to imagine how many masters this foreign firearm that had crossed the ocean had to turn around before it fell into his hands.

"It's another Japanese pirate who is dog-hiding!" Shao Tingda didn't know what Hachiman and Kyuba were, but just scratched his head and cursed casually, and then said worriedly: "The Japanese pirates' swords are useless. Brother Mu, you have to be careful with their guns."

Chen Mu weighed the bird gun, but it was only one meter long but weighed eight or nine kilograms. The gun barrel was very thick and looked strong and durable. He was not worried about the explosion. He just held a clearing of the gun barrel and asked Shao Tingda casually: "The Japanese sword is bright and fast, and it should be very useful, so why is it unbearable?"

Bai Yuanjie said that Chen Mu's original owner would use a gun. Chen Mu knew how to use this kind of gun with a musket, but he seemed unfamiliar in his actions. Obviously, Chen Mu's bird gun like this in the past had not used a few times seriously, but as long as he knew how to use it, as for proficiency, Chen Mu would have the chance to be proficient in the future.

"Water knife, I heard from the military craftsmen of the garrison. The Japanese tribute 90,000 Japanese swords were not good knives. As for the Japanese pirates, they were even worse. They could not be chopped a few times and then broke. If you want to say good knives, there were good knives. Before preparing, there were good knives in the mountains, but I heard that the market was very expensive and not something we could use." Shao Tingda said, patting the rusty Yanling Knife hanging on his waist and grinning, "The one who can kill people is good knives. It doesn't mean that all the knives of the Japanese are good. If you don't believe that the brother went to the military craftsmen to ask, maybe a stone of rice could be exchanged for the Japanese sword. They have it, I've seen them."

Chen Mu nodded and chuckled, asking Wei Balang to run thirty steps to set up a wooden sign. He also felt that what Shao Tingda said was reasonable. There are good and bad knives everywhere. Even if there are differences in iron smelting techniques, it is impossible to determine the advantages and disadvantages of Ming Dao and Japanese Dao. What really caused Ming Dao to lose to Japanese Dao is the knife type standard rather than the excellent sword body... Where can the Ming Dynasty single sword compare to the wild-tai sword with both hands?

The ills of the Ming Dynasty were said by ancestors thousands of years ago: If you enter, you cannot pass the family and your soldiers, and if you leave, you will be invincible with foreign patients and your country will die.

The bird gun was sealed in the ward warehouse for at least half a year. The rust inside the barrel was stabbed for a long time with a rust, and rust was poured out from time to time. After finally cleaning it, it was stuffed into the medicine, compacted the lead ball, and ignited the fuse tied to the forearm, preparing to shoot, but in the distance, Wei Balang stood in a wooden sign like a little fool, covering his ears, waiting to hear the sound.

"I really trust Chen, call him over!" Shao Tingda, who was loudly shouting that Wei Balang would come back, Chen Mu blew the ends of his hair angrily, "Who knows if this gun is accurate? If this small flag is tilted, there will be only five flags left."

When Wei Balang ran over from the opposite side, he had not had time to cover his ears when he heard a loud noise.

"Bang!"

Huge smoke was sprayed out of the muzzle, and the lead bullet flew out at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, accurately dodging the target, not knowing where to fly.

Chen Mu was not discouraged and fired dozens of bullets one after another, and the chance of hitting was getting greater and greater. When he stuck a thick wooden board fifty steps away in the evening and hit the edge, the lead bullet penetrated the wood chips and smashed a corner of the wooden board, and he finally started to cheer.

He finally learned how to use long-range weapons of this era!
Chapter completed!