industrial lord

Chapter 72 Spring Fields

Frederick picked up the magic air gun that was researched according to the standard equipment requirements and began to study it. Although he had made many comments and suggestions before, he has been writing books in the manor recently, and this is the first time he has seen the finished product.

This gun is about 1.2m long and heavy to hold. It is estimated to be 6kg. It is larger than the 56 and a half he used when he was a militiaman in his previous life. The rectangular magazine below can hold 10 bullets, and there is a thumb in the butt Large and small magic crystals also leave room for maintenance tools.

There is a safety above the trigger, which can cut off the magic circuit.

There is no opening on the receiver, it is fixed by the buckle of the inner hexagon, and most of the parts are punched out.

Front sights and sliding rear sights seem to be the same thing, but a lot of data collection has not been done, and the sights have not been done yet.

There are 6 rifling lines inside the barrel, and the data such as wrapping angle still need to be determined by a large number of experiments.

What left Frederick speechless was that these riflings were processed by etching. The entire gun barrel was soaked in beeswax, and then the corresponding part of the wax was scraped off like rifling, and then soaked in the acid extracted from the acid slime. Just in the liquid.

As for the effect, he doesn't know, let's talk about it first.

There is a cleaning rod under the barrel, and there is a rack reserved for bayonets and other pendants near the muzzle.

Frederick inserted a magazine full of warheads and was about to reload when he suddenly discovered two problems that everyone had ignored before.

This guy can't simply return the bullet in the chamber. He can only open the receiver with an Allen wrench, take out the spray can and poke the bullet out with a cleaning rod.

I don't know if there are bullets in the barrel, and I can't see it.

Ogilvy said helplessly: "It seems that the handle of the spray can must be added."

Bruce thought about it and said, "I don't think it's necessary. You can add a maintenance gear to the insurance, and open a few magic muscles around the breech to push the jet can back."

"In this way, not only can the projectile be pushed out with a cleaning rod, but also when cleaning the barrel of the gun, there is no fear of dirty things falling into the spray can."

"Copper can pass through a little magic element. Can you add a magic circuit in the barrel of the gun? If there is a bullet, it will be connected, and then you can see where to set a color-changing magic crystal."

Ogilvy thought for a moment, then nodded.

Frederick didn't say anything, let them play freely, put the gun on the sandbag on the table, aimed at a 50-meter target and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

A strong air flow of wind elements spewed out from the muzzle of the gun. Frederick felt the jet canister in the receiver move backwards, and then reset, pushing a bullet into the barrel of the gun.

He pulled the trigger again, and this time the loud sound became dull. Almost at the same moment, a bullet flew out of the barrel and accurately hit the middle of the red circle on the target, creating a cloud of lime smoke.

To his surprise, the recoil of this gun was not strong, probably because the jet tank consumed a lot of energy in retreating.

Richard Nall's expression became serious, and he patted Frederick on the shoulder, beckoning him to give it a try.

Frederick told him how to use it, and handed the gun over.

Richard Nall fired a few shots slowly at first to get familiar with the feeling, and then shot the remaining bullets in the magazine continuously at the target at a position of 200 meters.

Then he changed another magazine, aimed at the target at a distance of up to 500 meters, and then showed his terrifying strength as a sword master when using firearms.

Frederick and the others saw from the telescope that the impact points of the first two bullets were getting closer and closer to the red circle, and the impact points of the last eight bullets were all within or around the red circle, reaching the limit of the accuracy of air guns and bullets.

"It's not bad." Richard Nall said with satisfaction, "If I lose my mind, I will suffer a little at such a long distance."

Frederick asked with a smirk, "What if it's close range?"

"That's easy." Richard Nall said with a smile, "As soon as I see the position of the muzzle, I know where it will hit, and then I stare at your trigger finger, and I will dodge as soon as the finger moves."

Frederick picked up a 20mm double-barreled shotgun on the table, loaded it with a shotgun, and shot two shots at a 50-meter target, hitting the target with white smoke.

"It's too much." Richard Nall took the double-barreled shotgun with a smile, and folded down the barrel to load the bullets according to the steps Frederick had just done.

This double-barreled shotgun is a smoothbore gun. There are many types of shotguns, ranging from slugs to 9-caps. The projectiles are all packed in the shells made of slime glue.

"The power of the jet is a bit weak." Richard Nall said after trying several types of shotgun, "It's up to 100 meters, and it won't work any farther."

Frederick said: "This gun is specially designed for hunters, and it is for sale."

Richard Nall frowned slightly, and asked, "What if someone learns it?"

At this time, Diesel said: "Please rest assured, the spray tanks and some key components of these guns are made of special elemental metals, and now only we can produce them cheaply."

"If others use ordinary metals to make them, they are not much more powerful than bows and crossbows. If they also use the same elemental metals, the price will be too expensive to equip on a large scale."

"As long as we control the raw materials, there is no way for others to imitate them."

Richard Nall said with satisfaction: "That's good, the formula must be kept secret, I'm afraid that other people like me will come and steal the formula."

The corners of Frederick's mouth twitched a little. It's really hard to deal with a sword master, a magician, or something who is a spy.

Ogilvy, who mastered the formula, just smiled confidently and said nothing.

He handed Richard Nall a collapsing rifle, saying, "This is one of the guns we have for the militia."

Richard Nall tried a few shots, and it was similar to the semi-automatic air gun just now. After putting it down, he pointed to another gun on the table and asked, "Why does this gun have a big belly?"

Frederick immediately replied: "This is also for the army. It uses the same bullets as a shotgun, and it is specially used to deal with enemies at close range."

As he spoke, he picked up the revolver and handed it to Master.

The barrel of this gun can hold 6 rounds of bullets, and the barrel is rotated by the recoil of the spray tank.

"It's very heavy." Richard Nall finished firing 6 rounds of bullets, "But it's very easy to use. I'm afraid the heavy cavalry can't charge within 20 meters."

"Is this small one too?"

What he was asking about was a revolver with a caliber of 8 mm, loaded with 8 rounds of miniature bullets, and a barrel half a palm long.

Frederick replied: "This is a spare gun. The spray can is small and installed in the cylinder. It is mainly used to protect yourself within 20 meters."

Richard Nall tried it at a target 50 meters away, and the bullet floated so that people were speechless.

"This one is good." A wicked smile appeared on his face, "Make me something prettier, and you can tell me how much it costs."

Frederick said: "That's no problem. In addition to being equipped with the army, this kind of gun was originally a collection that was going to be decorated with beautiful patterns and sold."

Then they tried the magic grenade launcher again. The 50mm grenade can hit about 300 meters, but the recoil is not small, and Frederick sat on the ground all at once.

Frederick got up and patted his butt, then pulled Bruce aside who was holding back his laughter.

He asked Bruce: "I plan to build a weapons workshop here, is it okay?"

Bruce immediately withdrew his smile and replied, "No problem, it's also convenient to test weapons here."

"Master, what is the name of our weapon workshop?"

Frederick looked at the field of spring flowers and said, "Let's call it 'Spring Field'."

(End of this chapter)