Dajin picked up a god of war

Chapter 600 No surprise, it exploded!

It is not easy for the flaming tongue to shoot sparks. Even ancient people who are familiar with using it often have to strike seven or eight times to ignite the item smoothly.

He Mai holds a gun in one hand and strikes the flaming tongue with the other. Of course, this is not an easy thing to do. If the flaming tongue is to be ignited, both hands must cooperate.

This made He Mai anxious.

Perhaps, the fire gun could not appear in the dynasties before the Tang Dynasty, not only because of the invention of gunpowder, but also because the convenient ignition device that can liberate one's hand has not appeared at this time. reason.

How to do?
This is how to do!
Very impatient!
He Mai, who had failed several times, really had no choice, so he waved his hand and called He Wuji, who was not very harmonious, to his side.

"You come and help me set fire!"

"I'm going to shoot!"

He Wuji swayed forward, but did not rush to take He Mai's fiery tongue.

"I set fire, you shot?"

"You think it's pretty!"

"It's not that you take all the benefits!"

At this time, there are still brothers who care about each other. It is estimated that the entire Jiankang City will not be able to find a second one. The He brothers can be regarded as pioneering.

"What do you want?"

He Mai was ready to compromise. He couldn't ignite the pistol by himself anyway, so there was always someone to help.

He Wuji has always been a person who can't suffer any loss, so if you ask him for help, you must be prepared to sell benefits.

He Wuji grabbed the pistol and said happily, "Then there's no need to ask, of course, you're going to set the fire, and I'll shoot!"

The primary fire guns made by Wang Mi are the simplest types of fire guns, and they don't have any complicated components such as triggers. The explosive driving force of , relying on this driving force, pushes the lead in the front chamber out.

This kind of handgun without a brake trigger must have a limited range, at best it is only a hundred steps.

In this way, although He Mai did not know the advantages and disadvantages of handguns, the target he chose was more precise.

As long as he can play normally and hit the willow tree, it shouldn't be difficult.

He Mai is of course wise, this willow tree was not chosen by him casually, he made the choice based on the range of ordinary bows and arrows.

He Mai is not a martial arts master, he has already proved on the battlefield in Xiangyang that his martial arts are inferior among the Beifu soldiers.

Therefore, He Mai, who can't pull the big bow, certainly doesn't expect to be able to hit anything more than a hundred paces away.

"Just do it!" He Mai gritted his teeth and gave He Wuji a great opportunity to be in the limelight, and even He Wuji was shocked.

so happy?

It just doesn't look like the old Ama.

Although there was a demon, in the face of the huge temptation, He Wuji couldn't help but move around.

Pistol shot out, what is it like?

In the general workshop, this is the only chance to make a big splash. In the future, even if there is a second shot and a third shot, it will lose its freshness.

What's more, such a good opportunity basically misses this village, and there is no such store!

He Mai and He Wuji exchanged, and now He Wuji is standing in the pit, and He Mai, who has a helper, will no longer be troubled by such trivial matters as starting a fire.

After a few strokes, the sparks sprang out.

Very good!
He Mai brought the flame tongue closer to the medicine room of the pistol, and wanted to do it again, but this time, with He Mai's help, the fire door of the medicine room was already open.

Electric flint!

The close contact between gunpowder and Mars is at this moment!
"Wait!"

"Danger!"

A loud roar came from the other side of the yamen, and following the voice rushed towards the crowd, there was also the slightly disheveled Wang Shilang, Wang Mi himself.

"No fire!"

boom!
jump!
"what!"

Broken, broken!

Wang Mi came out of the latrine and went straight to the yamen all the way. Seeing He Mai and He Wuji's dangerous actions, he panicked immediately.

It's a pity that he panicked for a while, and he actually called the wrong point.

Just when he shouted danger, He Mai didn't know where the so-called danger came from. The flames in his hand burst into flames. He Mai had already opened the door of the medicine room. , either sulfur or saltpeter, and a large part of the mixture of saltpeter and sulfur, a serious super flammable substance.

Before the two sides were in formal contact, the gunpowder burst open!
Accompanied by two loud noises, although the overall sound is not particularly loud, it is terrifying enough for the unprepared He brothers and the craftsmen who are watching!
Even more frightening than the sound was the situation of the He brothers.

Although the power of gunpowder is huge enough, the amount of gunpowder that can be loaded in a pistol is also very limited.

So, although there were a lot of onlookers, there was no shot that was fired, and it really didn't hurt these idlers.

Only the He brothers were injured. Wang Mi hurried over and helped He Wuji up. According to his judgment, based on the current situation, he should be the one with the gun who was more seriously injured.

He Wuji was shocked by the sudden attack, and he was confused for a while. It could be seen that his eyes were still open and he was breathing. Wang Mi didn't have time to wake him up first, so he quickly checked the wound.

On He Wuji's body, the white robe he likes to wear, except for a few dark traces of gunpowder smoke and dirt, there is no blood.

Wang Mi felt relieved for a while. It seems that the damage caused by the pistol is not that huge. The only doubt now is He Wuji's hands!
Wang Mi was a little far away just now, and it could only be seen that the two of them were about to shoot, but it was not clear whether they were fully prepared.

Whether the sudden explosion this time can be regarded as a blast is still uncertain.

But when it was fried, it was fried, and He Wuji's hand was completely blackened.

Wang Mi was about to take his hand away and examine it carefully, but He Mai on the other side woke up first.

"How is this going?"

"Where am I?"

"Am I still alive?"

Unlike He Wuji, who was injured a little bit, He Mai finally stood up with Pu Chao's support, shook his arm, stepped on it a few times, and found that his body was intact.

Immediately, he regained his energy and shouted up to the sky, "I'm still alive!"

"I'm still alive!"

"He Xiaolang, congratulations, you are indeed fine." Pu Chao also congratulated, although he still didn't know what was going on with He Wuji.

"Zhiyuan, how is Wuji?"

He Mai jumped enough, and finally remembered that there is a cousin who is far away, He Wuji is still lying here, his life and death are unknown!
Wang Mi sighed, and while pinching He Wuji's fingers, he comforted He Mai: "What's the matter with you?"

"I just went to the toilet, you can't wait?"

There is no need to carefully analyze the real situation at that time. It must have been a few people who got together and coaxed together, and the He brothers were insane.

"We are not..."

"Do you want to be in the limelight!" He Mai scratched the back of his head, this time being very honest.

He Wuji's fingers were finally ripped apart. What Wang Mi was most concerned about was the vicinity of his tiger's mouth. Generally speaking, this place would be hurt by the gunpowder that exploded.

"It's okay, don't worry!"

He Mai was really relieved to hear Wang Mi say this. He Wuji could finally feel relieved this time. After all, he was a relative and had broken bones and tendons.

"Worryless!"

"Worryless!"

"You wake up!"

"You're all right!"

"Not hurt!"

It's really God's help, I don't know what kind of shit luck these two boys have gone through, and they were unscathed in such a small-scale explosion at such a close range.

The luck of the two of them made Wang Mi feel a little sigh.

It seems that his pistol is still very flawed. According to reason, even if it won't kill people, it can always hurt one or two people.

With such a weak deterrent ability, he still expects to be able to flatten the Central Plains!
Still dreaming faster!
Wang Mi's voice seemed to float slowly from the air, and in a trance, it finally floated into He Wuji's ears.

I am not dead!
I am still alive!

Realizing this, He Wuji's eyes lit up immediately, Wang Mi saw that he had finally regained consciousness, and wanted to help him up.

Who knows that He Wuji has just recovered, and his whole person is like chicken blood, even higher than He Mai's.

"Children!"

"Your pistol is so powerful!"

"The power is infinite!"

Although this gun was already blown up, and it was very unfavorable once he left the apprenticeship, He Wuji still thought it was a powerful thing.

Without waiting for Wang Mi to say hello, He Wuji ran to the place where the pistol had landed and picked it up.

Fortunately, except for the empty medicine room, the outer surface of the gun was not affected. After a little wiping, it was still as bright as new.

If the gunpowder is gone, there is definitely no way to shoot again. He Wuji still understands this very well.

"If we can knock out the lead again, those Diqin evil beasts are not going to be knocked out!"

Although He Wuji kept saying that the lead had not been beaten out, Wang Mi still found the lead that had been lost for a long time.

"Why did it still fly out?"

"Obviously I didn't do it!"

He Wuji was amazed. After chasing behind Wang Mi, he was completely fascinated by the various questions and the miraculous response of the pistol.

It made him forget the terrible thing that he just wanted to be in the limelight but lost people.

"It's the expansion force of the gunpowder that made it rush out of the pistol. It's really not your fault."

Because there was no series of preparations such as aiming, the lead was only ten steps away from the pit, and it did not play its due role at all.

"Zhiyuan, why don't you try again?" He Wuji was apprehensive. He could feel that there was still something wrong with this pistol. Even if Wang Mi fired it, it probably wouldn't change much.

Sure enough, before He Wuji finished speaking, Wang Mi shook his head heavily.

"No."

"There's still a lot of things that aren't ready and it's my fault, my fault."

"Almost hurt you!"

Wang Mi looked at the brothers with guilt, but the He brothers were dumbfounded, and didn't realize that Wang Mi was sorry for them.

They wanted to rush to fire this gun, and there was nothing Wang Mi had to do with it. He actually had to take the blame for himself.

"What else needs to be done?"

Under the leadership of Master Wei, several craftsmen finally gathered up the courage to step forward. Just now, many masters were also greatly stimulated by the sudden accident.

For fear that Wang Mi and the others would be injured and implicate him.

The manufacture of this pistol was approved by Emperor Sima Yao, but with the personality of the uncle who did not care about anything with a wave of his hand, [-]% did not know the twists and turns in the making of this pistol.

Not to mention that this kind of weapon is actually a firearm, which can cause a catastrophe.

If something happened to a few officials in the workshop, the craftsmen who followed their busy schedules would probably not have good fruit to eat.

"There is still a lot that needs to be done."

"Where is Master Yan?"

The first thing Wang Mi thought of was Lao Yan, who was good at woodworking. When Lao Yan heard the call, she immediately walked to Wang Mi's side with three steps and two steps.

At first, Master Yan had doubts and did not dare to go too close. Wang Mi waved his hand to tell him not to be afraid. Only then did he dare to increase his courage and get together with the He brothers.

"What's your order from Shi-Lang Wang?"

"Although I say, the old man must do his best."

In fact, there is no need to express this kind of dedication. This exquisitely crafted and simple pistol can prove Master Yan's sincerity.

"You need to make a special spoon for charging pistols with gunpowder."

"Pill spoon?"

"It seems to be possible." Master Yan said half understandingly and half confusedly.

The medicine spoon was not a rarity even in the late Eastern Jin Dynasty. Those Chinese herbal medicines that needed to be ground into powder before being used, also needed a special medicine spoon to use when they were prepared.

In this way, it can be ensured that the amount of medicine dispensed each time is fixed, which is quite convenient.

"Look, according to the size of this medicine room, make the filling spoon, and make sure that one spoon can be filled once."

"Neither more nor less." Wang Mi opened the fire door and showed Master Yan the medicine room. In fact, he was superfluous.

This gun was made by Lao Yan, and he still didn't know how big the medicine room was.

However, this dose does need to be re-determined.

On the basis of the fire gun of the Yuan Dynasty, the Daming fire gun has undergone a long summary of actual combat and has undergone a comprehensive modification and upgrade.

The upgraded part includes the modification of the barrel structure. In order to prevent too much or too little gunpowder filling from affecting the attack, it is equipped with a medicine spoon.

There are even horses used to pound the gunpowder. Wang Mi knew all these changes, but when it was his turn to use it, he still had a choice.

In his opinion, the horse who pounded the medicine was actually not that necessary.

Every time you open the medicine room and refill the gunpowder, it is a laborious and laborious task. For the Ming army, on the premise that they can skillfully use small things such as fire and gunpowder, let them pound the gunpowder. In fact, maybe they can still operate properly.

But for Jin people who have no concept of gunpowder, opponent guns, or even easy-to-use huoyue.

It's still the same sentence, you can't eat a fat man in one bite, and there are many things that must be accepted by them step by step.

Don't let the seedlings grow, or even increase the burden of Jin people using pistols.

"Okay, the old man remembers it!"

"Relax Wang Shilang!"

Making a few medicine spoons is really not difficult for a skilled craftsman like Master Wei, but the other thing is that it is a little troublesome.

(End of this chapter)