Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 822 Two Hundred Feet

"boom--"

The familiar loud noise came, and everyone subconsciously narrowed their eyes and slightly plugged their ears.

Seeing Mu Xiyin put down the firearm in his hand again, Mu Xiuning didn't wait for his elder sister to speak this time, and immediately rushed to the two targets, staring at the target on the target carefully. Those two small holes.

Mu Xiyin hit the bull's-eye with a bludgeon earlier, but before she fired this bludgeon, she deliberately lifted the muzzle up and aimed at a position about three inches above the bull's-eye.

"It's worn." The young man in red was excited when he saw the holes on the two targets. He turned his head and waved his arms at the crowd, "Sister, the wooden target is worn, and the straw target behind it is also worn!"

"The projectile pierced through the straw target and flew less than a hundred feet...about 80 or [-] feet."

"Besides, the landing points of these two bullets are almost the same." The boy blinked as he stared into the distance, "There is about a small difference of half a foot."

"More than 80 feet." Mu Xiyin lowered her eyebrows in response, and slightly nodded her jaw slightly, "Okay, Aning, this time, move the two targets back another fifty feet—to a position of 150 feet. "

"Okay!" Mu Xiuning nodded quickly, and when he picked up the two targets, the excitement in his eyes almost overflowed his sockets.

He is a person who stays in the camp all the year round, and he has served as a soldier in Yanguan for nearly two years before. He can see what his elder sister is measuring now, and he understands that this move will affect them dozens of times. It is of great significance to Wan Dajun.

Ordinary battlefields stretch at most a hundred feet, and usually more than 30 feet can be called the ultimate. If you encounter complex and steep terrain such as canyons, cliffs, and mountains, the scope of the battlefield will only be suppressed even smaller.

150 feet is converted into fifteen feet. If this firearm still has a strong penetrating power at this distance, then it alone is enough to penetrate half of the battlefield.

Although the craftsmanship of this thing is complicated, it cannot be mass-produced by craftsmen for a while, but as long as they have a firm grip on its manufacturing drawings, as long as they are willing to gradually improve the process of blacksmithing and making guns... …

Then, sooner or later, these firearms will enter the camp in large quantities, and their military equipment will definitely be several points stronger than other countries.

——With such a magic weapon in hand, why worry about the uncertain border and the prosperity of the country?
The young man was thinking joyfully, while carefully placing the two targets. This time, the firearm pierced through both targets as usual, but after passing through the targets, the projectile only flew more than thirty feet and landed on the ground. Three inches behind the second bullet.

The landing points are almost the same before and after, and... each time they are closer.

Mu Xiyin groaned and pressed her brows, then poked the barrel of the gun into the copper basin at her feet, and the moment the mouth of the gun touched the water, white smoke rose from the basin.

The woman lowered her head and stared at the steaming water vapor, and unconsciously touched the slightly hot trigger of the firearm with her fingers.

In order to prevent the firearm from exploding for no reason, when she was drawing the blueprint, she deliberately added a horizontal bar for blocking the flint to the mechanism that controls the flint, so that everyone had to remove the horizontal bar before using the firearm. Only when the latch is pressed can the trigger be pulled.

It's just that in this way, there seems to be some air leakage at the cross bar...

Mu Xiyin frowned, the barrel of this firearm overheated after three consecutive rounds, and it was always a fatal problem that it had to be stopped until the barrel cooled down.

If this problem can't be solved, the firearm will never be able to get out of the Shenji Camp... And the troubles before her eyes are obviously not the only one.

The material, structure, shooting range and difficulty of use, etc., were one after another for her to deal with, and she was a little at a loss for a while.

...Forget it, this kind of thing can't be rushed, let's take it step by step.

After thinking about it, the woman sighed in disappointment, then raised her hand and took out the firearm whose barrel had cooled down.

She took out the handkerchief and wiped off the water stains on the gun, and Mu Xiuning over there was already eager to try.

"How do you say, sister, do you want to move the target back another fifty feet this time?" The red-clothed boy rubbed his fists and shook his ankles on the spot as he spoke. Mu Xiyin slightly shook her head when she heard this: "No , don’t move fifty feet.”

"Only thirty feet this time—put the straw target where the last shot landed, and put the wooden target four feet in front of it."

"Ah? I won't move fifty feet this time." Mu Xiuning was startled after hearing this, and nodded his head after a while, "Okay, sister, just wait a moment."

"En." The woman nodded, and reloaded the bullets for the firearm after she finished speaking.

After Mu Xiuning finished moving the two targets, she immediately raised her arm and blasted a gun. After the sound, she shook her hand heavily, and her eyes, which were originally calm, were now full of tiredness that could not be concealed.

This firearm is still slightly heavier.

Mu Xiyin reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead, then raised her eyebrows and looked at Mu Xiuning in the distance.

The latter sensed her gaze, and quickly reported the situation of the two targets loudly: "They are all worn out, sister, but the bullet basically didn't continue to fly after penetrating the straw target, and it ran only faster than the second target." Less than two inches away."

"Okay, I got it, let's move them to [-] feet this time." Mu Xiyin pursed her lips, this time she stood on the spot and rested for a long time before slowly raising the gun.

During the period, Mo Qingyun and others thought of slapping her, but they were all blocked by her on the grounds of "untrained, easy to operate improperly".

Everyone had no choice but to let her slow down and start her own attack. This gun pierced through the wooden target, but failed to penetrate the grass target.

"Sister, the projectile is embedded in the head." The boy in red held the grass target and ran to his sister in a few strides. He pointed at the projectile that was half in the target, and laughed so hard that he couldn't close it. mouth, "Look, here it is."

"It is estimated that the target has to be moved back another fifty feet, and the projectile will not be able to hit this grass target."

"But the full penetration range of 250 feet is enough."

"No, it doesn't have to be fifty feet, if you move it back forty feet, you can't even penetrate a wooden target." Mu Xiyin shook her head, "When I designed it, I estimated that it would only have a penetration of about 210 feet. Touju, now that this real object has been created, it is much better than I expected."

"However, the armor worn by the soldiers on the battlefield is different from the wooden target. The chain mail is obviously more difficult to penetrate. To be on the safe side, it is more appropriate for you to regard its penetration distance as [-] feet."

"Also, even if I add a star gate to this firearm, everyone's eyesight is limited, and it's hard to aim if you're too far away... I shot it crooked just now."

The woman exhaled and sighed: "—I originally wanted to punch it four inches to the left of the first hole, but I didn't expect to punch it five inches away."

"Speaking of it, His Royal Highness, this firecracker has been in the making for so long, have you ever given it a name?"

　After finishing this book, I will make a general examination paper for you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)