I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 280 The widow makes the machine cavalry terminator, the Ming Yongle Shenwei heavy machine gun.

"His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, overjoyed, overjoyed!"

After staying all afternoon, when the train was assembled and Zhu Zhangui was about to go back to report the situation to the old man, a craftsman rushed over excitedly.

"Hey, Master Wang, what is such a surprise, your wife gave birth to a fat boy for you."

Seeing that it was Master Wang from the ammunition room, Zhu Zhangui laughed and joked.

"Hehe, Your Highness, you are joking. I am already so old. If my wife gives birth to a fat boy, it will not be a surprise, but a shock."

Master Wang also laughed in a very good mood, then excitedly took out a paper bag from his arms, and slowly opened it.

The evening sun shone on the paper bag in Master Wang's hand, and the items inside refracted the sun, giving off a golden light.

"This is!"

Zhu Zhangui was startled, and with slightly trembling hands picked up a bright yellow columnar object.

It's a bullet.

It's not the kind of paper shell percussion bullet that Daming is equipped with now, but the metal shell that is very close to the later generations.

"You have succeeded!"

Feeling the coldness from the bullet, Zhu Zhangui's heart was extremely hot.

Metal bullets.

For hot weapons, all kinds of firearms are actually derivatives, and it is bullets that really make weapons powerful.

Daming has no shortage of various firearms. Under the guidance of Zhu Zhangui's advanced thinking, Daming has developed many advanced weapons.

It's been mentioned before.

The rule of Ming army weapons is to use one generation, prepare one generation, and study one generation.

With the large-scale equipment of the second-generation rifles to the Shenji Battalion and various special departments, the new generation of weapons has already been on the agenda.

After Zhu Zhangui's consideration of Daming's productivity, he did not equip it with an assault rifle from the beginning, but first equipped with a bolt-type rifle from World War I and World War II.

After consideration, in terms of next-generation weapons, Zhu Zhangui chose the Japanese-style 38 rifle.

Although Zhu Zhangui has a national plot, he has to admit that the little devil's weapon is really good.

The long gun body and the bayonet are the best stabbing weapons, coupled with strong accuracy and penetrating ability, in this era when armor is commonly worn, the Type 38 rifle is much better than other rifles.

Now in the warehouse of Daming, there are already a lot of new third-generation bolt-type rifles stored, just waiting for Master Wang and others in the ammunition room to develop metal fixed-loaded bullets.

But this wait has been more than a year, and there has been no good news.

Just when Zhu Zhangui thought it would be a few more years, Master Wang and others finally delivered a surprise.

"Yes, Your Highness, we have finally succeeded, and we have simply produced them. These are some of the samples, and some of them have just come out. I will show them to you."

Master Wang stroked his beard with a smile, and at the same time he did not forget to praise another hero.

"All this is thanks to Master Zhou Xuan of the steam engine. Without the help of their steam engine, it would take a while for us to develop a uniform type of metal bullet."

With Daming's current craftsman ability, there is no problem in making metal bullet casings by hand. The problem is that due to hand-crafting, the model cannot be unified and mass-produced.

Now with the help of the steam engine and this kind of semi-mechanization, they finally solved the problem of metal shell bullets.

"Go, go and see!"

Zhu Zhangui, who was excited, greeted Zhou Xuan who was next to him, and then dragged Master Wang to the ammunition room in a hurry.

Before arriving at the place, as soon as he walked to the yard of the ammunition room, he heard the sound of "clang, bang, bang, bang" machinery running.

On the chimney of a huge room next to it, thick smoke was still billowing, and steam came out from the gaps in the room from time to time, which should be the room where the steam engine was installed.

With excitement, Zhu Zhangui walked towards the rows of slow-moving machines while responding to the greeting masters.

At this time, ammunition production was still in a semi-mechanical state. The steam engine was responsible for manufacturing the shells, and the assembly of bullets and gunpowder required manual production.

Zhu Zhangui inspected the steam engine workshop where the bullet casings were manufactured, and nodded with satisfaction.

After inquiry, the current ammunition room can produce thousands of rounds of ammunition every day. If it runs non-stop for 12 hours, it is still no problem to produce about 3000 rounds of ammunition per day.

Don't feel less, this is just a laboratory production.

If it is fully finalized, Zhu Zhangui will build Daming's first bullet production workshop as quickly as possible, and strive to make Daming Shenjiying officially enter the era of modern weapons within three years.

"Get me a bullet chain!"

When he came to the bullet assembly workshop, Zhu Zhangui looked at the neatly stacked metal bullets in the box in front of him, and rubbed his hands excitedly.

The ammunition workshop determined the bullets into three models.

One is rifle ammunition, the other is machine gun ammunition that will consume a lot in the future, as well as pistol ammunition for officers and special arms.

What Zhu Zhangui wants to take away is the machine gun bullet.

Since the machine was just running and there were not many people, the ammunition produced was not much, only fifty or sixty rounds.

However, these are enough.

The bullets that Zhu Zhangui wanted to bring, and the water-cooled heavy machine gun assembled by hand in the laboratory, announced to the old man and all generals that the era of cavalry was over.

With Zhu Zhangui's guidance experience, Daming's weapons production will naturally not take various detours.

The first type of heavy machine gun installed in the Ming Dynasty is the Maxim water-cooled heavy machine gun, but it now has a new name, the Daming Yongle Shenwei heavy machine gun.

With Hu Yu and others busy, 60 rounds of heavy machine gun bullets were loaded into the bullet chain.

Zhu Zhangui carefully reached out to pick up the bullet belt, just like he was picking up his son for the first time that year, so cautious and excited.

After complimenting the masters in the ammunition room and telling them to continue production.

Holding the bullet, Zhu Zhangui mounted his horse and went out. At the same time, he asked Hu Yu, in the name of the emperor, to call all the generals in Beijing to wait in the martial arts field of the palace.

The horses galloped all the way, Zhu Zhangui even forgot the minimum rules of the palace, and excitedly rushed to the Shang study where the old man was.

The old man who was correcting the memorial frowned when he heard the sound of horseshoes coming from outside.

And just at this time, I went outside to ask about Little Snotty, and walked in from the outside.

"What's going on? Who dares to ride a horse in the palace."

"Return to Your Majesty. According to the report from the people below, it is His Highness the Grandson. According to their observation, His Highness the Grandson seems to be very happy. It seems that he has encountered some happy event. He seems to be holding something in his arms. He is rushing here."

During this period of time, the old man's temper was a bit bad. Little Snot wanted to help Zhu Zhangui cover it up, but seeing the cold face of the old man, his heart trembled, and he told the truth.

"Hmph, he's getting more and more presumptuous, do you really think I dare not beat him up?"

"Come on, go get that smelly..."

Hearing that it was his grandson, the old man who had nowhere to vent his anger these days was immediately angry.

Throwing the memorial in his hand on the table, the old man shouted with anger in his eyes, and ordered Zhu Zhangui to be held down and beaten with a board, and Zhu Zhangui rushed in with the bullet in his arms.

"Grandpa, grandpa, we made it, we made it!"

Seeing the culprit coming, the old man was about to slap the table to get angry, but seeing Zhu Zhangui's expression of joy as if he had eaten bee droppings, he felt a little guilty.

Although this brat is disobedient, he is also very prudent in his actions. Now that he is so happy, did he really encounter some happy event?
"What made you so happy, you dare to ride a horse in the palace, believe it or not, I will find a whip to beat you to death!"

Zhu Zhangui didn't care about the old man's displeasure, and quickly ran to the old man's case, and put the canvas bullet chain on the old man's table.

"This is…"

Looking at the shiny golden bullet chain in front of him, the old man was a little confused.

It's not that he doesn't know about metal bullets. In the old man's mind, paper shell bullets are very good, and they are also very economical and easy to use. Why waste money on researching metal bullets that waste precious metals.

For this phenomenon, Zhu Zhangui is also helpless.

It's not just the old man who thinks so. Many people who have used guns think that paper bullets are the best, and that making bullets from metal is a waste.

I don't know how many times Zhu Zhangui has explained this phenomenon, but these people have never seen the horror of machine guns, and they don't know the horror of automatic weapons, so they don't take it seriously at all.

"This is Metal Bullet, the cavalry's Terminator's best companion."

Zhu Zhangui picked up the bullet chain and solemnly introduced it to the old man.

The old man chuckled and shook his head.

This brat was in a daze. Although muskets were powerful, they were still a little weak against cavalrymen who were coming and going like the wind.

Seeing that the old man didn't care, Zhu Zhangui didn't bother to explain.

seeing is believing.

Only those who have seen the horror of machine guns can understand the power of this weapon.

Picking up the bullet chain with one hand, Zhu Zhangui took the old man with the other and walked towards the door.

"Grandpa, you have never seen the horror of this weapon before. You won't feel anything I say."

"I won't say anything now, you go and see for yourself first, and then talk about whether this kind of metal bullet is worthwhile."

Seeing Zhu Zhangui's anxious look, the old man shook his head helplessly, and walked along with him.

He would like to see how powerful the cavalry terminator, the cross-epoch weapon that the brat mentioned, is really.

There is a martial arts arena in the Jinling Palace, which is where the old man exercises on weekdays.

When the grandfather and grandson arrived, the heavy machine guns had not yet arrived, and neither had the generals.

Zhu Zhangui did not wait idly, but asked the eunuchs to place all kinds of bottles and a few pairs of armor on the far wall.

The first to rush over was the guard battalion carrying heavy machine guns.

Since the gatekeeper had suffered in this area before, the gatekeeper was very strict about this weapon-like thing.

At the beginning, the guards were not allowed to pass by, but later they reported to here, and Snotty went there in person, and then let the guards come in with machine guns.

Looking at the bulky heavy machine gun, the old man frowned slightly.

This thing is too bulky, one or two people can't move it at all, it is obviously not practical.

For this shooting, Zhu Zhangui paid special attention to it, and he directly started it himself.

While he was fiddling with the machine gun, all the generals in Beijing also rushed over.

"Father, what kind of gun is this nephew playing with? Why does it look so strange?"

Zhu Gaosui, who just came back from the northern battlefield a few days ago, put his hands in his sleeves, looked at Zhu Zhangui who was playing with a heavy machine gun in doubt, and asked the old man in a low voice, what the hell is this?

Sitting on the chair, looking at the old man who had already fallen into the sun, squinting his eyes, the generals who were all curious and pricked up their ears said lightly.

"The boy said, this is the cavalry terminator. With this weapon, the cavalry can withdraw from the arena of war."

"Hehehehe..."

There was a burst of laughter in an instant.

The cavalry has withdrawn from the arena of war, what are you kidding about?
The cavalry is the trump card army of all countries. Without the cavalry, how can we fight in the future.

Zhu Zhangui didn't bother to respond to the laughter behind him.

These old hats don't understand the lethal power of automatic weapons, and they don't understand the horror in them at all.

The heavy machine gun he was playing with turned the northern grasslands, which had been turbulent for countless years, into a kind nation capable of singing and dancing. One can imagine how powerful it is.

"Crack!"

With the bolt loaded, Zhu Zhangui took a deep breath and waved his hands at the old man and others.

Seeing that Zhu Zhangui was ready, everyone surrounded him curiously under the leadership of the old man.

Of course, no one is foolishly standing in front of the gun. No matter how stupid they are, they know that this thing can kill people.

"Let's get started, boy, everyone is busy."

After looking at the heavy machine gun, the old man who didn't see anything, waved his hand casually.

Even added a sentence at the end.

If this weapon doesn't reach the level that Zhu Zhangui said, Zhu Zhangui will definitely be able to deal with the boarding of the imperial palace.

"call!"

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Zhu Zhangui glanced at the people squatting behind him, and through the aiming ruler, aimed the muzzle of the gun at the bottles and broken armor placed by the wall hundreds of meters away.

"Da da da da da..."

As the trigger was pressed, a long tongue of flame emerged from the muzzle of the heavy machine gun, and at the same time the tip of the barrel vibrated, spraying out patches of water mist.

"Crackling... puff puff puff..."

The rain of metal bullets swept towards the bottles and cans hundreds of meters away. Suddenly, the crockpot burst and smoke billowed from the wall.

Those pairs of armor were battered and riddled with holes like broken copper and rotten iron.

For heavy machine guns, dozens of bullets are just a blink of an eye.

When the last bullet was fired, the roaring heavy machine gun stopped, and white water vapor came out of the barrel.

Reaching out to take off the earplugs, Zhu Zhangui turned his head and looked behind him.

The scene was as he imagined.

Up to the old man, down to the guards of the eunuchs watching, all of them stared wide-eyed and opened their mouths wide open, staring blankly at the mess and the wall riddled with holes in the distance.

"This... this... this..."

Standing beside the old man, Zhu Gaosui no longer squinted his eyes as before, his small eyes were round and stuttering, he didn't know what to say to express his current mood.

"Gudong!"

One of the veterans swallowed his saliva, looked at the heavy machine gun in front of Zhu Zhangui, and thought about it again. He couldn't help sighing just now when this guy showed his power.

"If you put this thing in front of a phalanx, it's not a war, but a massacre."

"That's right, it's massacre. This thing shoots bullets so densely, and their penetrating power is very strong. You can see that there are holes in the wall. No matter how thick the armor is, it can't stop it."

"No wonder His Royal Highness said that this thing is the terminator of cavalry. One or two of these things are mounted on chariots. The cavalry of the barbarians in the northern grasslands are just killing chickens and dogs for fun."

Zhu Zhangui glanced at the old frame unexpectedly. He didn't expect that there were still people here who could use their thinking to think about mounting a machine gun on a chariot.

"Tsk tsk tsk, if you put a few of these things on the checkpoint, the enemy will not be able to rush in even with an army of 10."

"Say you're old and confused, and you still don't admit it. With this thing, who the hell is still guarding the checkpoint. Our Daming has such a big killer, and the lands of women of all ethnic groups in the world are not what we want wherever you want."

"Damn, it's a pity that this thing appeared too late. If there was such a thing during the Northern Expedition, there would be no need to send hundreds of thousands of troops and millions of civilians. Tens of thousands of troops can sweep the entire grassland."

"Grandpa, this thing is exciting enough, ouch!"

Hearing everyone's exclamations, Zhu Zhangui was about to flirt with the old man when he was kicked aside by the old man.

Then the old man threw himself directly on the heavy machine gun, and stretched out his trembling hands to caress the heavy machine gun, as if stroking a peerless beauty.

"Good stuff, good stuff!"

While praising him, he also scolded Zhu Zhangui.

"You little bastard, why don't you take out such a good thing? When I fight Alutai, I will have 10 of these heavy machine guns. I can kill him with 1000 soldiers."

Zhu Zhangui, who was kicked to the side, was speechless.

Old man, you think I don't want to bring it, but the problem is that I really didn't have it at that time.

"Why are you still standing there in a daze, load me up, I want to try!"

Touching the old man playing with the heavy machine gun, as if he had found a new toy, he rubbed his hands excitedly, imitating Zhu Zhangui, shaking the heavy machine gun left and right, and pressing the trigger with his finger.

But after playing around for a while, seeing no response, he kicked Zhu Zhangui next to him, telling him to reload quickly, and he wanted to try it himself.

"Gone!"

Zhu Zhangui spread his hands.

"What's gone?"

The old man didn't react for a while, and looked at Zhu Zhangui suspiciously.

"The bullets are gone. Dozens of bullets have been produced in the ammunition room, which made me bald just now."

"I…"

The old man, who was looking forward to a refreshing shot, was stunned for a long time, not knowing what to say for a while.

Then the old man got angry again, got up and kicked Zhu Zhangui's ass violently.

"You little bastard, I am the emperor or your grandfather, you are patronizing yourself, you can't let me try my hand, I will kick you to death, brat."

"Haha, the emperor beat me hard, caring about my own pleasure, and didn't let us experience it. I really deserve a beating."

Seeing that the emperor's grandson was being beaten, the group of veterans who were already aged at home, not only did not step forward to persuade them, but laughed beside them.

"Ouch, don't kick, don't kick, there are new gadgets..."

After being kicked a few times, Zhu Zhangui hurriedly got up and hid aside, shouting that he still had new weapons, so he escaped the old man's kick.

Zhu Zhangui understood in his heart.

The old man kicked him not just for the trivial matter of the bullet, but mainly because the old man had been upset during this period of time, but he couldn't find a reason to beat Zhu Zhangui, so he took this opportunity today to kick him a few times to relieve his anger.

"Humph!"

"Have you not taken it out yet!"

After kicking a few times to relieve the anger in his heart during this time, the old man snorted in satisfaction.

As soon as they heard that there were new gadgets, the veterans were all gearing up, hoping that after the emperor had experienced it, they would also experience it.

Zhu Zhangui beckoned to the guard with the gun on his back, and the guard stepped forward and handed the third-generation rifle to Zhu Zhangui.

Zhu Zhangui took the platoon of ammunition handed over by the guard, and while loading it, he introduced it to the old man and generals who surrounded him.

"This is our third-generation rifle. I named it the Yongle 3-style rifle. The length of the rifle is 17 feet (4.08 meters per foot)."

After taking the bayonet handed by the guard and inserting it into the muzzle of the gun, Zhu Zhangui continued.

"With the combat bayonet, the total length reaches 5.4 feet, which is almost as high as the soldier's height."

"The magazine can hold five rounds of bullets. It has a pull-bolt structure and can be fired continuously. It has high precision and strong penetrating power. It is the best weapon against all kinds of armor."

"The gun's gauge has a maximum range of 1500 steps (one step in the Ming Dynasty was 1.2 meters), and the effective killing distance is about 200 steps!"

The data of this gun is still very different from the 38 rifles of later generations. The main reason is the gunpowder.

Daming is currently equipped with ammonium nitrate gunpowder, and its power is still a bit lower than that of later generations, so the range of the ammunition is much shorter.

After introducing the general data of the gun, Zhu Zhanguila loaded the gun, aimed at a complete clay pot in the corner, and pulled the trigger.

With a "bang", the clay pot burst directly.

Immediately, under the amazed eyes of everyone, he pulled the bolt of the gun, and the smoking shells bounced out. He pushed the gun again and loaded it, aiming and shooting.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

After four gunshots, Zhu Zhangui handed the gun to the old man who had already walked over.

The old man didn't speak, recalling Zhu Zhangui's actions just now, he asked for a row of bullets from the guard, and loaded them into the gun chamber clumsily.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Five more shots were fired, but four missed.

There is no way I am getting older, and now the sun has set, relying on the surrounding torches and lanterns for lighting, it is not bad to be able to get one shot.

The old man, who showed no embarrassment, touched the solid wood rifle in his hand, and looked at Zhu Zhangui with pride and pride.

This is his grandson, his future heir.

His choice back then was not wrong. If he had chosen Zhu Zhanji back then, I am afraid none of this would have happened to Daming.

"How long will it take to equip troops!"

Touching the rifle in his hand, looking at the heavy machine gun at his feet, the fiery heart of the old man was ignited again.

The other veterans are also gearing up one by one, looking forward to Zhu Zhangui's good news, and then follow the old man to the battlefield before he dies of old age.

"It will take at least three years before they can be deployed on a large scale to various troops. The manufacture of these firearms is very troublesome, all of which are handmade, and the slowest thing is the rifling problem. We only have a carving knife, and the processing of the rifling depends entirely on it. Rifles are okay, about 500 can be produced a month.”

"But it's a heavy machine gun!"

Zhu Zhangui patted the heavy machine gun at his feet, "This one is more troublesome to build. There are many parts in it, all of which require fine production. It took dozens of craftsmen to study for more than half a year to get it done."

"Although I have experience now, it will take a month to make a stand before it is fully finalized."

"In my vision, if we want to manufacture various weapons on a large scale, we still need at least 7 years of construction."

"That is to say, it will take at least eight years for all the troops of my Ming Dynasty to be equipped with this kind of weapon. Before that, I can only guarantee the use of the Shenji Battalion and some special troops."

In an instant, everyone present was discouraged again.

They couldn't wait for such a long time.

All the veterans present had gray beards, and many of them felt that their days were not far away. It is estimated that when Daming is fully equipped with this kind of weapon, they will almost be buried in the ground.

"So long?"

The old man was also a little disappointed.

He will retire in a year or so next year. After all, the words have been released, and it is impossible to go back on his word.

Coupled with the matter of the second child, his energy became worse and worse than before. Sometimes he even heard the call of his father and wife in his dreams.

He couldn't wait that long.

Although Arutai in the north was defeated, those grassland forces also retreated to the far north, waiting for another chance to counterattack in the future.

The old man doesn't want to leave this heartache to his son and grandson, he wants to solve it together when he is in power next year.

"Call all craftsmen in this area to join in the research and manufacture."

The old man gritted his teeth and turned to look at Zhu Zhangui, "I'll give you two months. Before February 2, I want 2 of these heavy machine guns, 10 new rifles and sufficient ammunition."

Seeing the old man's expectant eyes, Zhu Zhangui couldn't bear to refuse, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, after the trial run of the train, I will go over to help in person, and I will meet your request, Grandpa, before February."

Seeing that the eldest grandson agreed, the old man showed a smile on his face, and patted Zhu Zhangui on the shoulder heavily.

"The north is my grandfather's heart disease. The gang of remnants ran to the north. If they don't get rid of them, even if my grandfather dies, he won't be able to close his eyes."

Touching the weapon in his hand, the old man looked at the far north, and said with enthusiasm in his heart:
"With these weapons, there is no need to use a large army for this expedition. The Shenji Battalion is enough."

"Haha, what the emperor said is right. With these weapons, the tens of thousands of grassland barbarians are simply not enough for us to kill."

The veterans nodded in agreement, and some of them shouted that they wanted to go to the battlefield with Zhu Di one last time.

Looking at these former old friends and feeling their expectant eyes, the old man laughed, threw the rifle in his hand to Little Snot, grabbed a few old guys and said:

"Okay, we old guys, let's go to the battlefield for the last time."

"When this battle is over, we will take good care of the elderly at home and hand over this Great Ming Dynasty to their next generation."

Come on, the crowd burst out laughing.

Seeing the bright moon rising in the east, the old man was in a very good mood today, he asked many old friends not to let them go back, and dragged them to drink.

Looking at a group of old guys walking side by side, talking and laughing, Zhu Zhangui showed longing eyes.

I hope that when I am old in the future, there will be the same group of old men talking with me.

"What are you doing standing there, brat? If you still want to run away, hurry up and wait for us to pour the wine!"

After walking for a while, the old man saw that Zhu Zhangui was not with him, he looked back, looked at their Zhu Zhangui with a smile, and couldn't help but curse.

"Come on, here we come!"

Zhu Zhangui laughed happily, and followed him eagerly.

ps: A few brothers have been asking me if the warlock has any foreshadowing, well, let me tell you here, every character of mine is useful, the role of this warlock is not just for the King of Han, There are more in the back.I can't say too much, I can only answer you three words, the Black Death.

(End of this chapter)