Become a feudal king from today

"boom!"

In the school field, Zhao Xuping raised his Qin-style rifle and pulled the trigger.

A burst of green smoke floated out from the muzzle and bolt position of the gun, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

"Eight rings!" Not long after, the proofreading soldier ran over from a hundred meters away with a smile on his face.

"Your Highness is really powerful. This first shot was eight rings." Wang Ying gave a thumbs up.

Zhao Xu smiled softly.

This breech-loading gun is a rifled gun, and the front-loading gun is also a rifled gun, but the loading method is different.

In the past, he would often practice shooting in his spare time.

Although he is not as good as the sharpshooters in the army, he considers himself to be somewhat capable.

Before he had enough, he pulled the bolt, stuffed the paper shell in for a moment, then aimed at the target and fired again.

After firing ten bullets in a row, he took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. It was only five or six seconds longer than a minute.

While shooting, he also adopted various postures.

Standing, half-kneeling, lying down, sideways, etc.

None of these actions affect reloading.

He was very satisfied with this.

When the royal army is equipped with Qin-style rifles, they will no longer need to stand and reload on the battlefield, exposing themselves to danger.

Most importantly, they can adopt more flexible tactics.

"What's the approximate effective range?" Zhao Xu asked.

Although he knew that the effective range of the Qin-style rifle was similar to what he predicted, he still thought about asking.

"About six hundred and fifty meters." Wang Ying replied, his expression dimmed. This was his only dissatisfaction.

The front-loading rifled gun made of converter steel has an effective range of up to 900 meters.

Zhao Xu didn't say anything, but he hoped that the Western Turks would be fooled by the effective range of the muzzleloader gun of 900 meters.

In this way, they will reject the breechloader for a longer period of time, allowing him to take advantage.

Then, in order to introduce the structure of the Qin-style rifle to Zhao Xu, Wang Ying removed the entire bolt.

Zhao Xu had a clear idea, but he had never seen the real thing, so he was interested.

In fact, the bolt of a breech-loading gun is just a stick with a handle.

Inside the stick is a firing pin connected to a spring.

When reloading, pull back the stick to expose the barrel of the gun and insert the bullet.

Pushing the stick forward again, the metal handle pressed against the gap, blocking the barrel of the gun.

When the trigger is pulled, the spring pops out and the firing pin strikes the flash cap.

"Yes, now the only step left is mass production. This matter cannot be delayed. I need to provide Qin-style rifles to the royal army as soon as possible. The first batch of 30,000 units must be delivered within three months." Zhao Xu said.

Wang Ying and the two old craftsmen beside him looked at each other and nodded solemnly.

They never like to push back and forth, and they will only make every effort to complete the tasks assigned by King Yan with quality and quantity.

"Yes, Your Highness." Wang Ying responded.

Thinking of something, he added: "Your Highness, since there is a breech-loading gun, naturally there must be a breech-loading cannon, so we might as well develop it together."

Zhao Xu nodded.

Like the bolt-type structure of breech-loading guns, the breech-loading guns of this era also started with bolt-type structures.

The principle is the same, so you can naturally try to develop it next.

In this way, in the future battlefield, his army's musket firing speed and artillery firing speed will be twice or even more than the enemy's.

In the world of martial arts, there is no speed that cannot be defeated.

The new muskets and artillery will surely teach his enemies a lesson on the battlefield.

After ordering this matter, Zhao Xu left the Bingzhan Division.

Wang Ying said they had a heavy task, so he wouldn't bother them.

…

At the same time, Changcheng.

The arrival of a group of envoys dispersed the anxiety and decadence caused by the loss of Jinling to the kings and ministers of Wu State.

In the temporary palace, Liang Kai's sigh turned into laughter.

"Brother Dou, the past is the past after all. Don't mention it again from now on. As long as we can unite as one to deal with King Yan in the future." In the palace garden, the maids shuttled between the courtyards, bringing all kinds of wine and delicacies.

After the news of Jinling's breach reached Changcheng, he had insomnia all night long.

Occasionally if I close my eyes, I will be awakened immediately.

In the dream, King Yan's army captured Changcheng and captured him.

It wasn't until Brooke arrived and brought him a big news that he calmed down, became inexplicably excited, and held a banquet to entertain everyone.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty." Dou Wei said with a smile. He was now willing to call Liang Kai your Majesty in exchange for Liang Kai's trust in him.

Liang Kai nodded with satisfaction, looked at the Iron Wood Tower, and the smile on his face became wider, "This time the powerful clans are united as one, and with Beidi's great help, King Yan will not be able to eat anymore, so he will walk away."

The iron-wood pagoda has a pleasant appearance.

Now, Beidi no longer dares to entrust the great power. Before the destruction of King Yan, they decided to be on an equal footing with these powerful clans and fight against the enemy together.

So he said: "It is my honor in Beidi to be able to defend the enemy together with the Dashong clan."

Liang Kai was startled for a moment, and immediately became elated when he saw Tiemu Ta's sincere expression.

Brooke's eyes wandered on the faces of the three people, and he smiled. He said: "With the help of the Franks, it shouldn't be a problem for the Nanping Kingdom to join us. Since we are gathered together this time, let's discuss how to deal with the King of Yan's army moving south. We must not be like Jinling City, losing again and again."