mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 492 Will Cause Your Dignity to Lose

So, when Zhao Chuanxin and Miao Cuihua appeared on the deck, Rachel Kervis's face was still red.

She didn't even dare to look at the two of them, as if she would be seen through if she took one more look.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't pay much attention at first, but Rachel Kervez was always evasive, so he asked curiously: "Is it because the sea breeze is strong, and I lost my eyes?"

Rachel Kervis Feels Thrilled: "No No No..."

They are all experienced people, and they are no strangers to this kind of thing.

But the protagonist is Zhao Chuanxin.

At this time, Samuel Goldberg and Benjamin Goldberg, who were unaware, were having a conversation about making sticks.

Samuel Goldberg said: "Benjamin, you should give me the money. You know Dad's ability. When you make money, you can buy a car or a house if you want it."

Benjamin Goldberg said: "It's the same if you let me go. I am more capable of earning money. When I earn more, Dad, I will buy you a house and a yacht."

Anyway, the money will not be given to you.

Jiang Bo grinned when he heard this: These two men are better at bragging than the other.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed and said: "You two are facing the cake, let's see who can support to death!"

Grandpa: "..."

Benjamin Goldberg took out a book and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Master, look, this word is very uncommon, what do you read?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it: "It's a concubine, read bi."

"What does Master mean?"

"Master is what master means. Father's death is a test, mother's death is a concubine, and master is best to live forever."

"..." Benjamin Goldberg nodded: "Master, if I die, how should I write it? Is it about my beloved disciple Benjamin?"

"No." Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "If you die, write Dashan!"

Miao Cuihua couldn't help laughing: "No one is in shape."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Sinister, don't read too much, your brain will get knotted if you read too much."

Samuel Goldberg couldn't understand Chinese, so he was discussing clothes with Jiang Bo.

"What do you think of my custom-made suit?" Samuel Goldberg asked stinkingly.

This was custom made by him at a huge price.

Jiang Bo looked up and down: "Very bad."

Samuel Goldberg froze.

Zhao Chuanxin knew that this kid had something in his stomach, so he asked, "What do you think of mine?"

Jiang Bo clicked his tongue and said, "Shockingly ugly, this body will cause your dignity to be lost..."

"Zhuo!" Zhao Chuanxin slapped him on the head: "Damn it, you dare to say such things to the boss, what a nonsense."

Jiang Bo instinctively stuck his neck out: "I'm not wrong, everyone present counts as one, and only Sister Hua has the best taste in dressing."

Huh?
Zhao Chuanxin said, is it true?
He always thought that his clothes were good, but he knew that Miao Cuihua had a unique talent in aesthetics.

Since there was an anchor point, it meant that Jiang Bo didn't talk about it just to pretend to be coercive, and deliberately suppressed it.

He said: "Since you don't distinguish between high and low, I will punish you to order a suit of clothes for me, just to test your craftsmanship."

Jiang Bo spread his hands: "I have tools, but no fabric."

"I've prepared it for you, go to the cabin to get it."

Jiang Bo: "..."

There was nothing to do on board, so Zhao Chuanxin did what he said.

When Jiang Bo came to the cargo hold, he found that there were various fabrics piled up inside, including tweed, fine wool and silk blends, worsted wool, and canvas...

He was shocked and said, "Zhao, are you going to take it back and sell it?"

"No." Zhao Chuanxin leaned against the cabin door: "This is all prepared for me and my family and friends. The rest will be used to open a tailor shop."

Jiang Bo picked and picked, rolled up the cloth and took out the tools. On the deck, under the bright natural light, he began to measure Zhao Chuanxin's body.

Samuel Goldberg said shyly, "By the way, make one for me."

Jiang Bo rolled his eyes: "Why? He is my boss. You spend money on the work, including fabric and handwork costs."

Zhao Chuanxin secretly gave him a thumbs up by blocking his sight with his body.

See, this is a solid partner.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's rare ability to praise others, Jiang Bo was even more proud.

Samuel Goldberg muttered in dissatisfaction: "I don't know your craft yet, let's take a look."

He was right.

Jiang Bo said while measuring Zhao Chuanxin: "Traditional suits generally only have three styles: British, American and Italian. If I go to work in Asia, I will definitely want to tailor suits for Asians, and suits that fit Asian figures."

Zhao Chuanxin felt that he had found the right person.

He had seen photos of Sun Gongwu. His Chinese tunic suit was modified with a good intention, but the rotator sleeves were not handled properly, causing the sleeves to turn outward.Then there is not enough allowance, which causes the hem to be slightly splayed and stretched.

Therefore, it is not enough to just copy many things.

After measuring, Jiang Bo hurried back to his cabin with the tools.

Benjamin Goldberg said: "Master, let's study RPG."

Zhao Chuanxin had just finished working, and he wanted to take a recliner, cover a blanket and rest on the deck for a while, looking through the diary or something.

Because "I" is about to return to the city-state.

So he made an excuse: "Aren't you cold?"

Benjamin Goldberg bent his biceps: "Since I practiced that magical skill, I have been invulnerable to cold and heat!"

Zhao Chuanxin saw that his face was really flushed, and he looked very healthy.

By contrast, Samuel Goldberg and Rachel Kervis looked pale.

"That's fine..." Zhao Chuanxin reluctantly.

The rocket launcher itself is very simple in structure, a smoothbore steel pipe, several stamped parts, and a wooden shell wrapped outside for heat insulation.

What is more difficult is the ergonomics of rockets and launchers.

This weapon should be versatile.

One day in the future, Zhao Chuanxin will use it to deal with the first-generation and second-generation tanks that invade Maozi.

The master and apprentice quickly drew the design of the launch tube.

"Master, shall we build the launcher first?" Benjamin Goldberg asked.

"No." After all, Zhao Chuanxin knew that rockets were the key. "First design the rockets for dealing with various armored units and make them together."

Benjamin Goldberg misses the point: "Master, are we wearing armor?"

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "It's not armor-piercing, it's armor-piercing. Just imagine, when the conical head of a rocket hits the steel, it doesn't penetrate, but simply breaks. It needs to eject the metal bullet flow, accompanied by high temperature. In this way, People and equipment inside the armored unit suffer."

Benjamin Goldberg thought for a while: "Then after the bullet hits the object, the backward force is very small, but the gunpowder must be pushed forward. So we should design a conical cavity."

Zhao Chuanxin added: "When the rocket is flying, it also needs to be stable."

Benjamin Goldberg immediately said: "The smoothbore launcher needs to fly stably, so adding a tail to the rocket is the right choice, and the rocket will rotate. The last design is a windward impeller with a relatively large pitch deflection. Launch The barrel is very thin, so the tail fins should be gradually opened during the flight. But in this way, it cannot be launched close to the ground, or it cannot be launched in the jungle or where there are wires, because the tail fins will be entangled by wires and branches and leaves. It is really distressing that there is no suitable solution."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: "Yes, that's it. You don't have to think about solving all the problems. Even a large-caliber rifle is affected by wind resistance, let alone such a large rocket?"

The cross-sectional drawing of the rocket is vivid on the paper.

The front is a conical head with a conical cavity at the front end and a half-bowl in the middle, which is completely empty without any gunpowder inside.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned.

With his knowledge reserve and imagination, he couldn't understand the principle of this cavity at all.

His apprentice had to explain to him: "Master, this rocket should not rely on the power of a large amount of explosives to break through the armor. We need to give the rocket a space to fully burn, and the energy generated will quickly increase in this small space. Concentrate the force on one point to break the armor, and the hot metal flow will penetrate the steel plate and enter the interior of the car body, thereby damaging the personnel and equipment inside."

Zhao Chuanxin roughly understood.

When the rocket is flying, the gunpowder is fired backwards from the inclined nozzle to ensure the rotation.

But when it hits an obstacle, the fuse is ignited, and it will spray forward instead.

This is the secret why RPG rockets are so slow and have a short range, but they can penetrate tanks.

But here a new problem arises.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "How to design the impact fuze?"

Benjamin Goldberg thought for a while: "It can only be done through experiments."

The master and apprentice used a conical round head, put a small amount of gunpowder, and performed a free fall experiment on the deck.

But found that if it is only armor-piercing bombs, the classic fuze is acceptable.

But when it comes to high-explosive bombs, Benjamin Goldberg said: "It would be great if there was electricity, and the explosion could be triggered by electricity."

If it is said that Nikola Tesla's imagination is unconstrained and contains many idealistic things, then Benjamin Goldberg needs to base his own cognition even more.

In his cognition, apart from Master's Thor's Hammer bracelet, there seems to be nothing that can generate electricity with a very small unit.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly thought of something - the electronics of the lighter.

But he couldn’t describe the principle in detail, so he could only say: “Silicon dioxide crystals have a piezoelectric effect. When the crystal is under pressure, voltage will be generated on both sides. The greater the pressure, the higher the voltage, but the power is not large. Connect a section The wire can play the role of ignition."

Benjamin Goldberg clapped his hands: "Although I haven't heard of it, if it's true, and a very small volume can produce ignition, then this problem will be completely solved."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "When you get ashore, call Nicholas and ask him for advice."

Benjamin Goldberg was dissatisfied: "Why use him? I can complete the experiment myself."

"Ambition." Zhao Chuanxin felt relieved. "You should also have the ability to conduct independent experiments."

"Of course." Benjamin Goldberg held his head high: "But I'm still used to the feeling that Master quickly turned my ideas into reality."

"..."

The head is diligent and the body is lazy, right?

It is easy to build rockets on a ship, but it is not easy to experiment on a ship.

Zhao Chuanxin was not in a hurry.

He waved his hand: "You go back and perfect it, the master is going to meditate on the reclining chair now."

Saying that, without waiting for the apprentice's reaction, he immediately took out the reclining chair to set up a battle, and took out the "Old God Code"...

(End of this chapter)