The end of the Ming Dynasty swept the world

Chapter 29 Gunner Wang Weizhong

In the end, Ding Yi said, this is a preliminary plan, and it is definitely too late. After this battle is over, he will revise it according to Li Zhongyi's report, the ability, output, and materials of the craftsman bureau, and give everyone the best reward. And it will be posted in the form of an announcement at the gate of the Craftsmanship Bureau, so that everyone can see that craftsmen, as long as they work hard, they can get the rewards they deserve.

For craftsmen with family members, each person is paid a rice and a stone per head per month, regardless of their age, to ensure their livelihood.

The craftsmen and apprentices in the room all had bright eyes and excited emotions when they heard this.

That night Ding Yi didn't sleep all night. He patrolled the fort all night to check the progress of the project. Fortunately, there was a silver reward, and everyone in the fort also knew that the Tartars would attack at any time. pit.

The soldiers went to bed around one o'clock in the morning.

At around [-] o'clock the next morning, the soldiers began to gather for training. Ding Yi also prepared a hearty breakfast for them, big white steamed stuffed buns and broth.

Because there are a lot of poultry, pigs and ducks brought in from different villages in the fort, Ding Yi also ordered some pigs to be slaughtered to improve the lunch for everyone.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, Ding Yi made another inspection tour, first checked the arrangement of the guns, and it went well.

Most of the cannons on the city wall have been dragged down a lot, and now there is only one Francophone, two Second Generals, and the rest are dragged to the four roads.

Four [-]-jin iron cannons were erected on the top of the four houses, far from the city wall, almost at the end of the four alleys.

In this way, when the Tartars saw it, it was too late to retreat, and they must have gone deep into the alley.

The other three Francois racks are at the end of the four alleys. There are spearmen and knives in front of them.

Within half a meter of the front of the Franji, a circle of pits was dug along the perimeter, but the pits were not deep, only about one meter wide and two meters wide.

In the middle of the circle is the Franc machine gun, and several artillerymen.

When the guns and swordsmen can't stand it, they can retreat to the circle along the springboard and defend together. The left and right are piled up with sundries and dug out soil to form simple obstacles and block the way.

On the debris side, there is a large bowl of guns facing the alley exit from the side.

Because there are only six doors for the big bowl gun, two of the wider alleys are equipped with two doors, one on the left and one on the left, and only one on the other.

In this case, if the Tartars came out of the alley, there would be Frangjijiahaogou on the front and a big bowl of guns on the side.

And last night Ding Yi discussed with Xu Wei and the others again, because there are more bows and arrows in the fort, and adult civilians and old military households will be conscripted to shoot from behind with bows.

During street fighting, the distance between the two sides is very close, and you don't need much archery skills. Everyone can see each other face to face, only a few meters away, and the farthest is less than ten meters. At this distance, even older children can draw bows and arrows.

All that is needed is courage and the necessary strength.

Xu Wei will select those who dare to shoot from among the common people. According to Ding Yi's request, those whose family members were killed by the Tartars and who want to avenge their blood hatred will be selected first.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the Tartars were coming, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the first ditch under the city wall had just been dug, and pickets and other objects were being filled under it, but it had not been covered yet.

Many roads on the left and right sides have been blocked, and the newly built mud walls are getting higher and higher.

Around 10:30, Ding Yi came to the shooting range.

The shooting range is at the southwest end of the fort, Zhao Dashan, Wei Jiye, and Li Zhongyi are all there.

At the scene, piribala was ringing everywhere, and they were all trying to shoot.

But not many people were shooting.

There were five people standing in the front row, Wei Jiye, plus four musketeers, and Zhao Dashan seemed to be commanding from the side.

Seeing Ding Yi walking over, Zhao Dashan happily greeted him: "Head, Master Ding."

Ding Yi patted him heavily on the shoulder: "Dashan."

Zhao Dashan is an archer, but he knows Ding Yi's style of play best, so Ding Yi asked him to command the gunners.

"My lord, I have chosen these, and they are pretty accurate." Zhao Dashan smiled foolishly.

"How did you choose?" Ding Yi asked intentionally.

"I gathered all the gunners who can shoot, a total of 56 people, each shot two shots, and the ten most accurate shot, each shot two shots."

"And then I picked five."

Wei Jiye turned his head, triumphantly, he had been in the top three in two consecutive rounds.

"Okay, Dashan, not bad." Ding Yi nodded appreciatively.

Zhao Dashan used two rounds to select the most accurate one.

"I don't agree." Someone next to me suddenly called out.

Ding Yi and others turned their heads and saw a young sergeant about 20 years old.

"My lord, I'm the fastest, but Wei Baihu is too slow." The young sergeant said, "You must not only be accurate, but also fast."

That's right, someone in the crowd nodded.

Zhao Dashan blushed immediately: "What's the use of hitting fast, if you can't hit accurately, it's not a waste of ammunition."

"I hit the Tartars in the chest, the target is big, and it also makes them lose their fighting power."

"You insist on taking the lead, I think it's unreasonable." The young man argued hard.

"You, you talk a lot of nonsense." Zhao Dashan was furious. He was originally a big soldier, but he just became a hundred households, and it was still a fake.

"Stop." Ding Yi sternly shouted, restraining him.

Zhao Dashan smiled foolishly at him, disturbing his head.

"What's your name? What's your position?" Ding Yi asked the young man softly.

The young man was a little excited, and his face flushed: "I am Wang Weizhong, the captain of the fifth team."

Then, as if thinking of something, he quickly knelt down: "My lord."

Ding Yi nodded, now he can't control the soldiers not to kneel, wait until the battle is over.

"Get up." He signaled Wang Weizhong to get up, then turned to Zhao Dashan, "Are there enough ammunition?"

"Enough." Li Zhongyi said from the side: "I saw it yesterday, there are several thousand catties in the fort, Mr. Zhang and the others use very little."

Zhang Cheng didn't believe in firearms, so he didn't shoot much.

Li Zhongyi was also smart, when he asked people to fire the gun, they did not use the same gun to ensure that each gun would not be scrapped due to overshooting.

"You five, fight Wang Weizhong for three more rounds." Ding Yi said.

Wang Weizhong was overjoyed.

What Ding Yi left for Zhao Dashan was the three-eyed blunderbuss and the bird blunderbuss, both of which had very complicated loading methods.

But because Ding Yi and the others reloaded in advance, they saved a lot of time.

The three-eyed blunderbuss are only powerful at close range, and they are all shot with bird blunderbuss, so give them the loaded blunderbuss.

Wei Jiye and the other five picked it up, lit the matchlock, and aimed it for about five or six seconds before firing.

But Wang Weizhong almost hit with a gun.

Bang, right in the chest of the straw man in front.

The five of Wei Jiye all hit the straw man on the head, and they were quite accurate.

Of course, this also has something to do with distance, because it is a street fight, Ding Yi estimates that the closest distance will be about 15 meters, and the farthest will be less than 30 meters.

So the straw people are all around 20 meters, which is relatively close.

"Okay, good shot." Ding Yi was overjoyed to see that Wang Weizhong's shooting was completely based on feeling, and he almost didn't aim, but it was quite accurate.

"He's going too fast, I'm afraid he won't have time to reload later." Li Zhongyi was a little worried.

Ding Yi gave them more than 30 shots, and [-] people were responsible for loading the ammunition.

That's enough for them to play ten rounds.

Wang Weizhong played all ten rounds in half a minute.

"It's okay, you can add one and count him in." Ding Yi made the final decision.

　Please collect, please recommend, let's fight Tartar together.

　　


(End of this chapter)