mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 336 Master, I'm Enlightened
In fact, the structure of the submachine gun is also very simple.

But it is often a very simple matter, and the finishing touch is the most critical.

Without Benjamin Goldberg, Zhao Chuanxin would not have been able to figure it out himself.

Although the gun fired, it failed to fire consecutively.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the trigger again, but it was invalid.

When he pulled the trigger, the firing pin was pushed by a compressed spring, accelerating its forward motion.As the front of the slider approaches the bullet, the firing pin is inserted into the bottom of the bullet and makes contact with the bottom fuze.As the slider is moved further forward, the firing pin ignites the powder through the bullet and fires the bullet.

When a cartridge is fired, recoil acts on the bolt, pushing it back, causing the striker to remove the cartridge from the magazine and fire it.

This is probably the principle of the submachine gun, very simple.

But that's easier said than done.

It was when the recoil pushed the bolt that something went wrong.

All kinds of minor ailments emerged one after another, tormenting Zhao Chuanxin, who was dying of death.

Almost pressed the gourd and picked up the scoop.

When it was almost noon, Zhao Chuanxin even wanted to smash the broken gun and gave up.

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes became brighter and brighter: "Master, I have enlightened, I have enlightened."

Zhao Chuanxin was angry: "You have been enlightened all morning."

"Ah this..."

Marcus Nkrumah and Ning An had already left, and they were so bored that they even went for a walk with Mi Shan, and now there were only two masters and apprentices left.

Zhao Chuanxin's obsessive-compulsive disorder committed, the more malfunction, the more he wants to solve it.

Benjamin Goldberg wanted to prove that he was right because the idea in his mind became more and more perfect.

The master and apprentice were a little dazed.

"Master, try again, just once, it will definitely work."

Zhao Chuanxin hesitated: "Then, try again?"

He continues to improve,
But this time it just misfired.

"Fack, Fack..."

Zhao Chuanxin slammed the submachine gun to the ground and stomped hard with his feet.

"boom!"

This inferior submachine gun didn't know where it was going, and it suddenly went off, which shocked Zhao Chuanxin.

He quickly looked at Benjamin Goldberg next to him, and was relieved to find that he was not injured.

He silently picked up the submachine gun, put it on the table, and let out a long sigh.

Benjamin Goldberg was not afraid, but excitedly said: "Master, I have realized it, I have realized it, let's make a gun again..."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin: "Disciple, let me slow you down for a while!"

At lunch time, Freddie Pavitt came to find their master and apprentice to go back for dinner.

Seeing a gun with a strange shape on the table, he didn't take it seriously, because he saw the frustrated expression on Zhao Chuanxin's face, and he knew it must have failed.

This is not what he expected.

"Master, let's eat first, there is no rush to make guns."

Zhao Chuanxin felt relieved and got up to leave.

At this time, a carriage entered the manor.

It was Jesse Livermore.

He ran over in a panic.

"Ethan, something is wrong."

Zhao Chuanxin has not heard good news for a long time,
Grinding his teeth and drawing a long voice: "What's the matter?"

"I can't find anyone."

"What do you say? The two-legged man on Wall Street can't be found?"

Jesse Livermore ignored Zhao Chuanxin's teasing: "John Morgan, that old guy said that no broker on Wall Street is allowed to work for me, otherwise he will be his enemy."

"Which John Morgan ate the bear's heart and leopard's gall?" Zhao Chuanxin was furious. "Go to Wall Street and be him today."

"It is the master of asset restructuring, proficient in financial business, and presided over the establishment of JP Morgan who monopolizes the national steel company."

So Zhao Chuanxin knows who it is.

"This old man." Zhao Chuanxin wondered, "I didn't offend him, did I?"

"I think it's because of you. We seem to be caught in a carefully woven conspiracy web, the purpose is to make it difficult for us to move forward."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Let's eat first."

At the dinner table, Jesse Livermore was eloquent, denouncing these consortiums for nothing, and denouncing all kinds of shameless faces of the American bourgeoisie.

But Zhao Chuanxin remained silent.

But for this meal, he ate very little.

After dinner, he smoked in a chair.

Miao Cuihua came behind him and pressed his shoulders: "Don't be discouraged, at worst we go back to China and start over again. The worst thing is, I will accompany you to farm. I used to farm, and it was only these two years that the calluses on my hands receded. "

Speaking of this era, the person who knows Zhao Chuanxin best is undoubtedly Miao Cuihua.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the little hand on his shoulder: "Let me see?"

Sure enough, there was no cocoon in the palm.

In the past two years, it has been well maintained, white, tender and soft.

"Does it look good? Go back to the house and have a look?"

"Hehe, let's not do it first, I have to make a gun."

Zhao Chuanxin fled.

He found that the gap in his heart with the times was getting smaller and smaller.

That line of defense has been defeated, and the last persistence is crumbling.

When Miao Cuihua saw him walking out with the foreigner named Jesse and Snotty Baby, she smiled and directed the servants to clean up the kitchen.

Zhao Chuanxin said as he walked: "Since the weapon workshop can play the trick of repairing plank roads in the open and keeping warehouses in the dark, then financial operations can also be done."

Jesse Livermore is smart enough not to have thought of this.

However, if you find another agent, what do you need him for?

Zhao Chuanxin saw through his thoughts, and saw that he was silent, so he said: "Thomas W. Lawson, I think that old boy has two tricks. I can lend you an extra sum of money, which is enough for you to get a good profit. Those who do big things don't always get entangled in the details."

Jesse Livermore finally had a smile: "Okay, but his means are limited, and he is more inclined to conspiracies and tricks, and sometimes he will do bad things."

"It's done in his name, but he is the assistant and you are the master. I don't care about anything else, I just want to make money."

"I know how to do it."

After temporarily solving a problem, after sending Jesse Livermore away, Zhao Chuanxin came to the table again, unable to do anything about the broken gun.

Benjamin Goldberg was [-] times more active than going to school, and had already sat there waiting for a long time.

"Master, I promise, I have enlightened, and I will succeed this time."

"Lend your auspicious words."

Zhao Chuanxin re-cut and polished the parts and started a new journey.

What he is most afraid of now is the boy Benjamin Goldberg, telling him "I got it".

Enlightenment represents a comeback.

After all, if you have the experience of doing it once, you can do it again with ease.

The original blueprint of the submachine gun has been changed beyond recognition by the master and apprentice.

In this era of "big bolts" and machine gun duo dominance, it is usually seen that there are many melon-eating riflemen on the battlefield, shooting unhurriedly.

It was a lively fight for a long time, with zero casualties.

Why is Zhao Chuanxin called the God of War?

He always fights with one enemy, and the enemy usually suffers heavy casualties, which may be more casualties than on the battlefield where hundreds or thousands of people shoot each other.

Therefore, the enemy will be afraid of him.

If there is a submachine gun, whether it is him or the insurance team in Lugang Town, it will rewrite the situation of the war.

And the submachine gun is just the first step.

It is imperative to invent a submachine gun.

Even if it is not suitable for large-scale use on the battlefield at present, but only for Zhao Chuanxin's own use, it must be developed.

He stopped his impetuosity and discussed seriously with his apprentice.

"Master, I need to use stronger and more reliable materials for the striker, otherwise it will always fail."

Zhao Chuanxin set his sights on beryllium copper.

Beryllium copper has high strength, hardness and corrosion resistance, which is better than high carbon steel, and of course more expensive.

Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth: "Fake, this time we use beryllium copper for the gun heads, jamming plates, rollers, hammers, bores, triggers, and rate of fire selection levers that need to be rubbed frequently."

The cost may not be visible for a few guns, but if there are too many guns, the cost will rise sharply.

He doesn't know how much impact his decision today will have on the military fan collection industry in the future...

This time, the bore has six right-handed rifling lines.

The thickness of the gun head, the size of the roller, etc. have been discussed repeatedly by the master and apprentice before reaching a conclusion.

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin started to assemble.

After installing all the parts, Zhao Chuanxin took a deep breath.

I pulled the trigger handle above, but I was still a little frizzy.

There are three lubricants on the table.

One is a light lube for cars and carriages, and it can also be used for manual bolt-action rifles.

One is high-temperature lubricating oil, produced by John Rockefeller's oil company, which is specially used for high-temperature and high-pressure machinery.

The last thing is gun oil. This thing sounds professional, but it is actually refined from animal fat, and it will solidify at low temperature.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while, first disassembled the gun, dipped his hands in high-temperature lubricating oil without being too dirty, began to smear the parts, and wiped them carefully with a coarse cloth.

Oiling the gun is very particular, because no matter what kind of lubricating oil at this time, it is inferior to the chemically synthesized lubricating oil of later generations.

Too much oil can cause carbon deposits, slowing down the rate at which the gunpowder burns.

Too little oil and the gun will not be lubricated effectively.

Zhao Chuanxin understands such things as gun oiling, and there are many more.

After processing, Zhao Chuanxin reinstalled the parts.

This time he did it very seriously,
Because he is not sure if he fails again this time, whether he can maintain patience and continue to study.

Everything is the hardest when the first step is taken.

Therefore, he has a sense of ritual, waiting for the final practice.

He put on the fortitude armor, pulled on the skull mask, filled the bullets, and pulled the handle.

Taking a deep breath, under the nervous gaze of Benjamin Goldberg, Zhao Chuanxin pulled the trigger.

chug chug...

As the flames spewed out from the muzzle of the gun, and as the metal frenzy poured out, Zhao Chuanxin's high-hanging heart also let go.

He let go of the depression of the day.

Benjamin Goldberg jumped up from his chair happily.

He thought that fantasies could make him happy, but only today did he realize that the most fulfilling feeling is when fantasies become reality!

Inside the villa, Freddie Pavitt was processing documents.

He can use the brush freely, the layout of the handwriting is reasonable, and the lines are smooth and graceful. It is the Spencer-style cursive script that is popular in the United States and Britain at this time.

Suddenly, he heard a series of rapid gunshots.

The sound of the heavy machine gun was steady and muffled.

And this continuous gunfire is rapid and sharp.

It sounded like dense and orderly pistol shots.

Freddy Pavitt's heart moved, and he stood up in disbelief: "Impossible, could it be, could it be..."

He knew what kind of gun Zhao Chuanxin wanted to study.

At this time, John Browning, the most famous weapon design expert in the United States, clearly stated that it was impossible.

Even experts say this, how can Zhao Chuanxin be made by a layman and a child with no hair yet?
He threw the pen on the table roughly, and walked out quickly.

Ning An, Li Shutong, Miao Cuihua also came out...

(End of this chapter)