Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 230 VII Heavy Artillery

Among all the military officers watching, only Zhang Shifu was the most silent. www>

As the chief officer of the fourteen artillery pieces, he was under great pressure.

Quietly, he left the noisy firecracker shooting range, and surrounded by his own soldiers, he quietly went to the place where the horse was tied. After he got on the horse, he told one of the soldiers: "You stay, and you will stay here for a while." I will take some time to tell my lord that I have gone back to the artillery team."

"Yes, my lord." [

That soldier was Zhang Shifu's confidant, also surnamed Zhang, his distant nephew, and also Zhang Shouren's distant nephew, so he responded in a low voice according to his rank in the clan: "Fourth uncle, I will fight with twelve uncle said."

"Don't say these home names in the military."

"Yes, four... yes, officer."

After dismissing the daredevil, Zhang Shifu took the horse back and walked slowly in the direction of the artillery team in the camp.

The little oil was still dripping down, hitting people's faces and hands, it was wet and cold, but it felt very comfortable.

Wells are being dug everywhere to divert water, and it is good news that there is more rain.

Especially at the turn of autumn and winter, there is a lot of rain, which means that there will be heavy snow in the deep winter.

Here in Shandong, although there has not been a severe drought, and there is no such thing as the failure of harvests in northern Shaanxi and Henan, but after decades of the Little Ice Age, it is not uncommon for there to be little or no snow in winter.

Just relying on the sea, there are always a few monsoon rains in spring and summer every year, so the harvest will not be exhausted.

Even so, there is no way to cut production.

The land was originally barren, not enough water, not enough fertilizer, serious pests, and not enough care. These days, the common people are lucky to eat coarse grains, and sometimes they eat wild vegetable bark, which is not uncommon.

The average life expectancy is less than forty, this is the status quo.

Feeling the joy brought by the dripping rain in the autumn rain, Zhang Shifu's mood gradually calmed down.

The camp of the artillery team is still a little far away from the main camp. The cannons shoot back and forth every day, rumbling non-stop. It is too close to affect the rest of the infantry and cavalry colleagues. I feel embarrassed.

At the same time, the artillery had to be constantly calibrated and tested. When the artillery team was first established, the artillery handed over by the Artillery Bureau had all kinds of problems, and it was impossible to pick them out.

Last year, the cannon was cast in a fixed position or installed in the cannon box. This year, the cannon was cast with two wheels, which is not a small technical challenge.

The artillery of the Ming Dynasty did not use the two-wheeled guns of the West. This was an unprecedented technical problem, but fortunately, there were many skilled craftsmen who worked together to solve many detailed problems.

When Zhang Shifu returned to the artillery team, fourteen cannons were lined up in a row, the muzzle elevation angles were upward, and the artillery crew members were also undergoing daily loading training. All the gunners raised their fists to their waists when they saw him come back on horseback , ran over at a trot.

"What are you doing here, talking about these empty etiquettes." [

The recent training results of the artillery team are not bad, the firing time of each shell is getting shorter and shorter, and the accuracy of the impact point has been increasing, but Zhang Shifu has always felt that the power of the artillery should be more than that... But how can it be more powerful? Accurately, to make the artillery more powerful, this honest military man couldn't figure it out for a while.