America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 335 Browning's Gizmodo

Autumn in Roswell is later than usual.

From the outside, there is not much difference except that the sun is not as strong as before.

The main background color of this world is still khaki.

And in Roswell's chamber, the quarterly Roswell Science and Technology Committee meeting is going on.

This so-called Science and Technology Committee was proposed by Chen Jianqiu.

The original intention was to attract all kinds of scientific and technological talents to come.

However, due to the harsh environment in Roswell, no one responded to the invitation letter sent by Holmes.

So so far, apart from Holmes, there are only three inventors from the gun factory.

Brother Maxim, Browning.

Naturally, this quarter's meeting became an internal regular meeting of the Roswell Gun Factory.

Holmes was bored looking at his research report on geological improvement. He felt that this subject needed more research by an agriculturalist or engineer.

Hellerin Maxim yawned. He was still up late last night modifying the blueprint of his heavy machine gun.

Although Chen Jianqiu told him that the test results were very good, he also said that there are some areas that can be improved.

And his elder brother, Hudson Maxim, was happily making a report on his own research.

He was very proud of himself.

Chen Jianqiu has already applied for a patent for the smokeless gunpowder, but it has been changed to a very inconspicuous name, and the effect is also reserved.

He just got the patent share of the smokeless gunpowder given to him by Chen Jianqiu.

In his words, the smokeless gunpowder produced in Roswell is reliable, excellent, and mass-producible.

In addition, he is still studying how to install an explosives production line in Roswell, because the railway will be connected to Roswell next month.

Sitting on the main seat, Chen Jianqiu dragged his chin and looked at Hudson Maxim who was speaking, but he was thinking about other things in his mind.

Although kerosene is selling well, New Mexico is a frontier after all, with a vast land and few people, and Mexico on the other side of the border is not a rich place.

The financing of the railways is certainly considerable, but the Lincolnshire to Roswell railway, which is being built, requires a great deal of money.

The most recent ones are opening a bank and running a detective agency, so the demand for funds is still quite large.

In addition to using Sanjiang Bank to finance himself, he decided to increase the sales volume of the ordnance factory.

Need a hit.

But the private demand for the Maxim heavy machine gun is small, and the military has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't want to sell it to these people for the time being.

Geronimo and the others on the border have not yet completed their historical mission.

If a few Maxims stand on the town where the federal army is stationed at this time, then the US-Mexico border will usher in long-term peace and stability.

This is what Chen Jianqiu is not willing to see at this stage.

After he plans to obtain a patent in a low-key manner, he will export it first, and then export it to domestic sales.

Several large colonialist households in Europe obviously need such things more.

"Where's Browning? Where is it?"

After Hudson Maxim finished his report, Chen Jianqiu suddenly realized that there was one person missing in this meeting.

"I don't know, this guy seems to be tinkering with something himself recently." Heller Sister Maxim yawned, with resentment on his face.

Since the machine gun was roughly formed, Browning was not very concerned about improving things, but went straight into his own studio.

"I'm coming!"

Say Browning, and Browning will arrive.

The door of the meeting hall was opened, and the gunsmith walked in wearing a suit, and behind him, Li Sifu was holding a long thing wrapped in cloth.

Everyone in the room, including Chen Jianqiu, raised their heads.

"Put it on the table, put it on the table." Browning gestured to Li Sifu.

Li Sifu made a "boom" and threw the package on the table.

"Take it easy! Take it easy!" Browning complained while peeling off the cloth on the package.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the cloth covered in cloth must be a gun.

"Finishing a new gun again?" Chen Jianqiu asked with a smile.

"Yes." Browning kept moving his hands, and said his latest achievements like chanting:

"Smokeless gunpowder is a good thing. It has great power, less smoke, and more concealed shooting. It will definitely replace black powder and become the main filling material for future bullets."

As a gun inventor, he has a keen insight and perception of the development of guns.

"It's going to be a revolution."

"One step later, others will take the lead, so the most urgent task is to develop bullets and firearms filled with smokeless gunpowder."

"But the time is too tight, I can only modify the existing rifle."

"Because the energy of smokeless gunpowder is much higher than that of black powder, the recoil generated by the original charge will be unbearable for firearms and shooters. Therefore, the diameter of the projectile is reduced to 8 mm, and the length of the shell case is shortened to 50 mm."

"At the same time, I borrowed the latest armored technology and changed the bullets to copper armored lead-core bullets."

Having said that, Browning has already opened the cloth bag in his hand.

A long rifle lay inside.

Chen Jianqiu went up to have a look, and was amused.

Isn't this Lebel 1886?
Although the details are different, the design ideas forced out make the two surprisingly similar.

Sure enough, history is the inevitable occurrence of accidents. Unexpectedly, when all the conditions were met, Browning designed the world's first smokeless gunpowder bullet rifle designed by a French designer a few years later.

"Browning asked me to test this gun." Camilla walked in from outside the chamber. "The range and power are very good."

"I'm already planning to change the gun." She said with a smile.

"Yes, the effective range of this gun is at least 400 meters, and the maximum range is more than [-] meters."

Seeing Browning's triumphant look, Chen Jianqiu covered his face.

"Tubular magazine, isn't it?" Chen Jianqiu said while rubbing his face.

"Ah, yes, tube magazine, what's the matter, is there any other way to feed the ammunition?" Browning picked up the rifle in his hand and asked puzzledly while admiring his work.

"Is it a bullet?" Chen Jianqiu was still rubbing his face.

"That's right, if it's not a round-nosed bullet, it's easy to hit the front primer and go off." Browning wanted to give the boss a basic education on firearms.

"You should try the box style next time, and then use the pointed tip to flick it." Chen Jianqiu finally finished rubbing his face and said.

"What's a box like?" Browning was at a loss.

"I'll draw a schematic diagram for you later."

Chen Jianqiu doesn't know how to draw blueprints, but he has seen them, so the schematic diagrams can still be drawn.

This kind of thing doesn't span several eras, and these talented gun designers can understand it at all.

"Then this gun?" Browning looked at Chen Jianqiu, a little unwilling.

"This gun is mass-produced and sold." Chen Jianqiu said, "If you want to use our gun, you have to use our bullets; if you want to use our bullets, you have to use our gun."

"As bad as this gun is, it was the first rifle to use smokeless powder bullets."

"Then, continue to modify it. Believe me, after the modification, the performance of this gun will be much better than it is now."

Chen Jianqiu turned his head and said to Camilla, "I suggest you look forward to the improved model."

"Okay!" Browning was very happy that his invention was affirmed.

As for things to improve, he wasn't worried at all.

He's used to it.

"By the way, what's the name of this gun?" Browning asked.

"You can take it as you like, just don't join me." Chen Jianqiu lay on the chair, with his hands behind the back of his head.

"Okay, then it's called Roswell M1882."

(End of this chapter)