Villager of Daming

Chapter 1206 Weapon Preview Message

"That's it, do you want it?" The village head told everyone about the glory bullet.

Glory bullets are usually given to signalmen, especially those in radio stations. If they are caught and cannot bear the torture and tell out the code or something, they are finished.

The glory bullet is a grenade, but a grenade is not a glory bullet. There is a slight difference between them.

Grenade has a delay time, but glory bomb explodes as soon as it is pulled, with no delay at all.

In order to prevent the person who pulled the glory bullet from regretting it, what would happen if he threw the glory bullet? There is an idea to blow up the enemy.

This kind of bullet is specially made when it is manufactured, with special markings to tell everyone that it is called a glory bullet, but it does not tell the delay time of the explosion.

When giving special fighters such grenades, it is emphasized over and over again that this cannot be used in normal times, but only at the last glorious moment.

The soldiers had no idea at all, they only knew that the special mark represented honor. But when they really used it, they just pulled it and fired. How fast was that!
When Lao Wu heard this, his eyes turned red. He liked medicine and was sentimental. He asked, "Do we have it now?"

"You want it? I'll make one for you now. Do we have it? What do we need it for? Our firepower doesn't allow us to be glorious."

Ling'er glared at him again. She was used to it, and so was Laowu.

Just like Xu Da and Tang He were afraid of Empress Ma, they were not very afraid of Zhu Yuanzhang. They just followed Zhu Yuanzhang since childhood and were used to letting Zhu Yuanzhang take the lead.

They listened to whatever Zhu Yuanzhang said and fought with him in many battles. They were the team Zhu Yuanzhang trusted the most.

Once a decisive battle comes, they will inevitably be allowed to lead their own troops. Whether they can fight depends more on what kind of soldiers Zhu Yuanzhang equips them with.

Therefore, when Tang He went to attack Sichuan, there was no progress, so Zhu Yuanzhang scolded him, "We gave you such good soldiers, but you can't break in?"
Empress Ma was not like that. The two of them became obedient as soon as they saw her. They were most afraid that Empress Ma would suddenly become gentle to them, as that must be a problem.

"If you don't have it, then don't have it! Why are you shouting so loudly?" Lao Wu muttered, and then suddenly became happy: "Yes! We don't want the glory bullet, do we have better weapons?"

"Yes!" Ling'er stopped staring, thought for a moment, and said, "We are researching cannons that can fire more than ten miles, but they are too heavy and need to be towed, which is troublesome when the road is difficult to travel.

If you are talking about a few miles of running, the one that is slightly lighter is mainly due to breakthroughs in metal smelting and manufacturing technology.

By the time the people Your Majesty sent out to look for something in a faraway place come back, we will have good shock-absorbing equipment.

It is pulled by livestock and has wheels. It needs a hot air balloon to cooperate with it to observe the enemy's position.

The first few shells are calibration shots. Once the angle and distance are determined, continuous shelling can begin, hitting the enemy from three to five miles away.

Defending a city is actually quite useful, and the same goes for attacking a city. It is best not to engage in mobile warfare, as it is tiring to pull things around.

There will be no problem in a naval battle. After all, the navy of other countries is weak, and our Ming navy is strong, and the weapons installed on the ships..."

Ling'er said that artillery, whether towed or self-propelled, needs to be studied after the rubber comes out. When installing a diesel engine or a gasoline engine, the key is the cylinder pressure, otherwise it will explode before the piston moves.

Everyone stopped drinking the mutton soup and listened to Ling'er's empty promises.

They believed they could succeed because they now had a small mortar that could fire very far, namely the Type 60 mortar, which, after being calibrated, could explode with incredible power.

The shots were fired far and in a parabola. The enemy also used swords, spears, shields, bows and arrows. Suddenly, they were bombarded by mortars, followed by assault rifle fire...

The group of people became more and more excited the more they thought about it, believing that the Ming Dynasty would be invincible in the world.

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"I can't even see him? Alas! A defeated general!" In another place, two surrendered generals at the level of a thousand men were receiving treatment.

Qiha's leg was injured by a lead bullet. Is it serious? It didn't hit any vital tissues. Is it not serious? A strip of flesh and skin was scraped off the thigh.

The artery and vein were not hit, only some muscle and dermis tissue were lost. It hurt! It was not just ordinary pain.

He was carried back and is currently receiving treatment and needs stitches.

Several palace maids were busy treating him. "Treatment" is not a derogatory term. It is a normal medical term, such as treatment room.

After all, he was a leader, able to lead a thousand people, so he did not let the guards treat him.

The palace maids drew lots and got the right answer. They were very patient and used local anesthesia on him, and combined with acupuncture and assisted anesthesia with the cooperation of the imperial physician nearby, the effect was quite good.

At least he was able to speak calmly now, watching his wounds being toyed with.

The maids were not very skilled, and they were studying the beauty needle while the woman's senses were not sharp! They sewed slowly, and if they made a mistake, they should pull out the thread and start over...

It is a great virtue to know one's mistakes and correct them! I am afraid that after the thread is pulled out, the position cannot be changed. That is flesh, not cloth, and the thread can be pulled out...

"It's good enough to be alive. It looks like the Ming Dynasty is showing mercy!"

Another general, Bilir, followed up and said that he was not speaking the language of his own ethnic group, the same as Qiha.

They told the palace maids and others what they said, and the palace maids had to report what they said. They spoke their own language in order to...

But they probably have arranged people who can understand their own language. If that's the case, why bother doing this?
Bilir was also injured in his forearm, his right forearm. A lead bullet had penetrated a little, about half an inch deep.

The distance was far, and the needle didn't hit the bone, so it was taken out. He watched the anesthetic used.

When the pain was not so severe, the maid used a hook, tweezers and a knife to take out the lead bullet. She was not in a good mood, as she felt like she was handling prey to be eaten.

"Can you just sew it up? It might leave scars. I'm afraid."

Qiha looked at his legs. The maid was still studying them! Would the meat stink if she continued studying? Why sew them? Just cut them off!
After talking to the maid, he said to his companions: "They have guns like that, which shoot bullets continuously and penetrate deep into the trees. If we are hit by them...

In fact, they should have taken it out earlier and let us see it. After seeing it, we would have surrendered directly.

How can we fight with different weapons? We have to find a way to make them trust us, and after the fight, we will lead people to migrate to the place they designate. "

"I'm afraid they won't let us go back, even though we still have many people in our tribe who will listen to us."

Bilier took over the conversation and continued, telling others to go back and tell them that the two of them were still useful.

If he is willing to obey, as long as he is released, he and his people will become citizens of the Ming Dynasty.

These words should have been said after meeting the key person, but now that person is not available, they can only be conveyed through other people's mouths.

The palace maids listened, took notes, and handled the situation by continuing with the cosmetic injections. However, if the needle was inserted incorrectly, they would not actually pull it out, and would try their best to correct it with the next injection.

Anyway, no matter how bad it is, it can be more beautiful than other ways of sewing? People who have been sewn up are not afraid of pain! You worry too much and seem hypocritical.

(End of this chapter)