Dajin picked up a god of war

Chapter 691 The old man wants to try it

At the critical moment, Wang Mi jumped up and grabbed Huan Chong's wrist. Who would have thought that General Huan was really moving this time. Wang Mi didn't stand still and was almost thrown out.

"Zhiyuan, what are you doing here?"

"Let the old man solve this by himself!"

Solve the ghost!
Although Wang Mi didn't see the cause and effect, he also understood the general situation. This time, it was Mr. Huan who was unreasonable.

"General Huan, this is Master Yan from the wooden general workshop. He brought the apprentices to make the wooden supports for all the pistols."

"It's the same thing, including the one you're wearing around your waist."

Huan Chong was stunned, and finally stopped.

"He made mine too?"

"Of course, it's all done by this old man. You still don't believe it. This time, with the proof of Wang Shilang, you should believe it!"

Master Yan's tone softened a little. Hearing Wang Mi calling the old man a general, he didn't dare to do it again.

"Wang Shilang, I have a request here, I wonder if I can agree?"

"Want a gun, right?"

Master Yan was immediately happy.

"Correct!"

"Wang Shilang is absolutely right!"

"Although the old man is not a soldier, but seeing so many young people with guns in their hands, the old man is also very envious!"

"So many guns are made by the old man, but the old man can't own one. It is such a pity for the old man!"

"So I carved one with a pattern, and I want to wait for Wang Shilang to check the workshop and ask for grace."

It seemed that Lao Yan had already had this idea, and the basic preparations were already in place, just waiting for Wang Mi to speak. Needless to say, of course he agreed.

However, Mr. Huan's emotions also needed to be appeased.

He grabbed Huan Chong's shoulder and said with a smile: "General Huan, I brought you to the general workshop to learn about new weapons. You already have the pistol, so return it to Master Yan."

"Fresh weapons?"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

With the new one, whoever wants the old one, Huan Chong raised his hand and threw the lychee-wrapped wooden holder to Lao Yan, and followed Wang Mi to the workshop on the other side.

The so-called fresh weapons, in fact, are not new at all in modern times.

Any invention and creation must be based on the times, and things that are too far beyond the background of the times will never come out even if you use the strength of breastfeeding.

For example, in the last years of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, were you able to produce rockets and missiles?

Or a spacecraft?
None of this is possible.

Therefore, even if Wang Mi has knowledge beyond the times, when he considers the weapons that can be made, he must base himself on reality.

Therefore, among the many weapons that could be tried, Wang Mi chose the one with the simplest technique and the easiest to achieve.

"General Huan, as for the pistol, you already have it. You haven't seen the weapon I'm going to make today. Take a good look at it!"

I heard that Shi Lang Wang was going to make new weapons again, so the masters in the workshop, whether they were old people or newcomers, put down their errands and began to move closer to the gunpowder workshop.

For a while, the crowd gathered more and more, and the three floors inside and the outside seemed to form a wall of people.

This gunpowder workshop was specially built under the auspices of Pu Chao after Wang Mi left. There are many parts of the pistol, and it still needs the cooperation of several departments.

After being taught by Wang Mi personally, the apprentices in the gunpowder workshop were able to make gunpowder proficiently. From ingredients to production, it was not bad at all.

Wang Mi watched them skillfully finish making gunpowder, and nodded with satisfaction.

"It would be even better if there was sulphur from Jinju."

According to historical records, the area near Linfen, Shanxi Province, was called Jinzhou in ancient times. The sulfur produced here is pure in color and stronger in explosive power.

Pity!
They have just taken down Nanyang, which is the southern part of Henan. They have not even touched the threshold of Luoyang. As for Jinzhou, which is on the border of Shanxi, it is really a place that can only be reached in a dream.

That's it!

"Sulfur produced in Jinzhou is more effective?"

Wang Mi put about two catties of gunpowder in a round basket and nodded lightly, "That's right."

"When we defeat Di Qin, we will have everything!"

"Li Kuan, bring the caltrops!"

In the end, it is the workshop, although the focus is now on the production of firearms, but there are still many stocks of ordinary weapons.

Li Kuan quickly found a handful of caltrops in the warehouse and brought it to Wang Mi.

"Put it in." Wang Mi pointed to the basket, and Li Kuan did as he was told.

Tribulus terrestris, gunpowder, this thing looks very familiar.

Huan Chong had an epiphany: "Zhiyuan, do you want to be a rocket?"

I still remember that on the battlefield of Xiangyang, Wang Mi once sighed that if there was gunpowder, the rocket could do better and be more powerful.

It seems that now he is doing just that.

"What General Huan said is also correct and also incorrect."

"What I want to do next is indeed a firearm, but it is not a rocket, nor does it require a bow and arrow to launch, but a cannon."

"artillery?"

"what is that?"

Everyone is confused. Some people who have been on the battlefield and have some experience can probably figure out that since it is called a cannon, it should also be used by throwing.

"Bring a stack of papyrus over here, and tear some rags." Wang Mi didn't have time to lift his head, so he called Li Kuan to work.

In order to save steel, iron materials, and weapons such as artillery, there is no need to use such precious raw materials.The artillery he is making now is the mainstream firearm in the Song Dynasty.

The technology at that time was to paste paper and rags into a relatively hard shell, and fill it with gunpowder and other materials.

Wang Mi followed the records in ancient books and did the same, mixing gunpowder and caltrops together, of course it wasn't difficult.

The difficulty is how to combine several layers of thin paper shells and gunpowder to form a relatively standard spherical shape.

"No, no, no!"

"Too crooked!"

"Li Kuan, you have two more layers of paper over there!"

According to Wang Mi's hand, the thickness of the paper shell is just right, but Li Kuan's side is not ideal.

According to his instructions, Li Kuan also painted the scoop in the same way, pasting the paper shells layer by layer.

No matter how hard Li Kuan tried, the paper shell on the side he controlled couldn't hold the gunpowder.Wang Mi looked at the crooked paper shell and thought for a while.

"Get out of the way and let me do it myself."

He took a few more pieces of grass paper, tore the paper into pieces, and rubbed them together with the soft rags, layer after layer of pasted paper, and finally it looked like it!

Now it seems that, according to the specific practice, it is more neat to operate by one person, division of labor and cooperation, but too many people will get in the way.

Before taking this step, Wang Mi had already made a lot of preparations, and now it was finally time for them to come in handy.

"Li Kuan!"

"quick!"

"hemp rope!"

The appearance of the fireball was almost mushy. Following the curvature of the sphere, Wang Mi tightened the paper shell layer by layer, inch by inch.

Seeing that he was about to shut up, he stopped.

The most crucial step is yet to come!
He looked at Li Kuan, but this subordinate, who had always been stable, was now stunned.

"hemp rope?"

"Did you let me prepare something like this just now?"

This Li Kuan, how could he drop the chain at a critical moment!
"Of course!"

"Go find it!"

After Wang Mi gave an order, Li Kuan panicked.

Of course, hemp rope is not difficult to find, but Wang Mi wants it in a hurry, Li Kuan did something wrong, and he felt guilty and anxious, so he couldn't find it.

In a panic, he was still spinning in place, Wang Mi was in a hurry, and he slammed up to the top, tsk tsk, really afraid of what to do!
If you can't find the hemp rope in time, this cardboard shell is a waste!
"Zhiyuan, use this!"

"hurry up!"

A big hand, holding a piece of hemp rope, appeared in front of Wang Mi's eyes. The person who gave the charcoal in the snow was none other than Huan Chong!

Although the old man has hardly done a serious thing since he entered the workshop, he is able to stand up at the critical moment.

It has always been proved that ginger is still old and spicy!
Although he didn't know why Huan Chong had to carry the hemp rope with him, Wang Mi was no longer in the mood to take care of it.

Under his command, Huan Chong cut the hemp rope to a suitable length and placed it in the middle of the paper shell.According to the popular artillery making method in the Song Dynasty, a bamboo pole can also be placed in the middle of the gunpowder as a simple support.

In this way, the gunpowder can be more easily reunited around the bamboo pole to form a spherical center, after which it is relatively easy to wrap it in a paper shell.

However, that kind of artillery can't be loaded with caltrops. Since this has been chosen today, we can only do this first.

After a rush of fuss, the paper shell was finally done. Just when all the apprentices breathed a sigh of relief, Wang Mi made a new request.

"Bring both tung oil and turpentine."

Although the artillery has a basic spherical shape now, it is still the last process before it can be called an artillery.

It is the treatment of waterproof and moisture-proof. The choice of this moisture-proof material also requires a lot of thought. Artillery is used on the battlefield, not only moisture-proof, but also flammable.

For example, the fire cloth is very moisture-proof and waterproof, but it must not be used in the production of artillery.

In addition to being moisture-proof, the fire cloth is also fire-proof. What are the cannons that cannot be ignited?
Therefore, a series of materials that are both flammable and moisture-proof have become the first choice.Although the apprentices still don't know what Wang Mi wants to do with these things, as long as it is what Wang Mi wants, it must be obtained!

What Wang Shilang said was right!

In the current general workshop, Wang Mi is already unconvinced, waiting for Xiao Wang to make a big move!

Tung oil and turpentine are both excellent choices. Wang Mi found a brush and carefully applied it to the outer layer of the paper shell.

layer, layer, layer...

He continued to paint until he was satisfied, and then stopped.

"All right!"

"Take it to dry!"

Elder Huan's hands were already stretched out, but when he saw the treasure-like cannon being handed into Li Kuan's hands, he immediately widened his eyes.

"Isn't this for me?"

His hands were covered with tung oil, and before Wang Mi could wipe it, he heard Old Man Huan's complaint. This old man was really unwilling to take any loss.

"Of course it's for the old general, but we can't see the effectiveness of this artillery yet. How can I give you the semi-finished product?"

"Semi-finished product?"

"It's just not done yet?"

After being busy for such a long time, Huan Chong's face suddenly collapsed, and he felt a sense of being deceived.

"Zhiyuan, can you do it!"

"You didn't deliberately deceive the old man to help that old man Yan!"

"of course not!"

"The new artillery needs to be dried before it can be used, and it doesn't take too long. One day is enough."

"Old General, be safe and don't be impatient. Be calm and don't be impatient."

It still takes a day!
Old Man Huan was never in a hurry when he was fighting, and he took winning and losing lightly, but now he has turned into the most impatient person!

Wang Mi is here to instruct the apprentices on the essentials of making artillery. Compared with the pistols that work together, the artillery can be operated by one person.

Therefore, it has higher requirements on the personal qualities of the craftsmen.

There are many processes involved in making artillery pieces, and this is just one of the simpler types of firearms that were popular in the Song Dynasty. People in the late Jin Dynasty had never touched firearms before Wang Mi arrived, and had no concept of firearms at all.

Therefore, every step of the operation requires Wang Mi's guidance bit by bit, Xiao Wang's energy is used here, and Mr. Huan has become a big idle person in the workshop.

He was really busy. Li Kuan, including the master craftsman Pu Chao, had gathered around Wang Mi and planned to learn a trick.

Only Mr. Huan did not join in the fun. At this time, he had to admire Mr. Huan. You can see that the old man is very self-aware. He doesn't need to be reminded by others. an easy task.

Since it's not easy, don't embarrass yourself. When they do it, he will use it.

Doing nothing is the easiest way to cause trouble, and Mr. Huan's mentality fully reflects this.

Really not?
Not yet?

Can't!

Huan Chong stood in front of the window, looking affectionately at the artillery that was placed on the windowsill to dry, looking at its long leads, he couldn't hold back the urge in his chest.

He probably knows how to use this thing. He only needs a fire, and he can get what he wants!

So Easy!
Almost effortlessly!

The old man touched his waist, and when he touched the cylindrical object, he immediately smiled.

This is not all!

Huan Chong took out the fire lead and moved the cannon aside while the crowd gathered around Wang Mi.

In fact, the artillery can't be used yet, and the tung oil hasn't dried out yet, but Mr. Huan can't wait, he must try it!

The things that others dare not do, Mr. Huan dares to do!
For other people to use their brains, Mr. Huan is resolutely unwilling!
Holding the cannon, he trotted to the southeast corner of the Jiang workshop, which was the furthest away from the workshop where Wang Mi and the others gathered. After a while, Huan Chong disappeared from everyone's sight.

It's not that no one saw him, it's just that people's attention has long been attracted to Wang Mi.

As for Huan Chong, people often pass by at a glance, and no one thinks about what he is going to do.

(End of this chapter)