Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Mao Liyiyuan really didn't intentionally change the topic to avoid the ice-cold water's punishment. In front of everyone's eyes, there were countless splashing sounds in the darkness.

The surface of the sea was pitch black, but there were three large ships docking at a hundred meters. Perhaps it was to lower their target, but most of the lights on the ships were completely dark.

Then the fire on the battlefield and the faint starlight. People could see something approaching on the sea, and from the sound of it, it seemed to be a small boat rowing in the water.

"Silent …" "Everyone, be on alert and prepare for battle …" The men let go of the warriors and took up their rifles, forming a simple net of fire at the edge of the beach to welcome the unidentified visitors.

It was getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer. Suddenly, on the opposite side of the sea, there was a flash of light, it was from the closed kerosene lamp which was opened up rhythmically. The flickering light was the usual communication signal used by Chinese Navy.

"Don't shoot, it's the Navy..." Ma Hui growled. He immediately pulled out an unused torch from his waist, tore off the sealed oil paper, and lit it with a match.

The torches attracted the guests on the sea. With the sound of the safety of guns being pulled, the soldiers on the sea didn't know whether the people on the shore were friends or enemies.

Ma Hui turned the torch three times clockwise in the air, then counterclockwise in a circle and a half. These signals matched, and this was the simplest form of identification in the new army.

"Brother, which group are you from?"

"General Xiang is on the shore, we are part of the General's Guard …"

"Damn!" Dragon Lord personally rushed up? What's going on with you guys? How can you let the commander get into the front line? I am Lin Zhen … "Qiu Wei and Yan Xing are here as well. The prime minister has asked us to come and support you …"

's voice sounded very familiar to the Dragon Lord. Back in the days of the Ryukyu's uprising, Dragon Lord had known that this son of the Lin Family was a descendant of a local sect in the Ryukyu.

Xiang Shaolong walked to the very front, "Lin Zhen! How many people did you bring? will it affect naval operations... "

"General!" In the darkness, a group of people saluted and said, "The Prime Minister has brought us 150 people. Although it's not a lot of people, he has brought you a batch of secret weapons!"

With the sound of the sampan finally showing its appearance, the navy jumped into the icy water, which was waist-deep, and dragged the wooden boat up to the beach. Soon, one hundred and fifty carefully selected navy sailors were standing on the beach, waiting for the general's inspection.

Everyone did not know what the Prime Minister was up to, but Dragon Lord personally walked over and picked up a box with one hand. His five fingers on his right hand were like pincers as he crushed the wooden box, revealing a bunch of straw.

Then he pulled out a large, strangely shaped gun. "My god!" What is this? "Why is it as thick as a bamboo pole …"

In Dragon Lord's hand was a strange rifle that was almost a meter long. He said that this gun was special because it was actually a musket, and a long musket string was not even lit, and was still wrapped around the gun. From the looks of it, it was not a reloaded musket, but a forward reloaded rifle.

What was even more bizarre was the caliber of the rifle. It was too thick, as thick as a teacup, and its diameter was 120 mm. How was this a gun? Wasn't this a cannon?

The barrel of the gun was about a centimeter thick, and it was forged from pure steel, making the gun look heavy and heavy. "What kind of gun is this?" That must be fifty pounds? "Who else but a practitioner could use this kind of weapon?"

"Reporting General, this is a new weapon that was developed by the American Engineer in conjunction with the engineering students of Ryukyu University, according to the Prime Minister's plan. The Prime Minister bestowed the name shotgun!"

"This is the most primitive model. According to the requirements, it should be operated by two people. Bullets are these kinds of paper bullets …" Lin Zhen took out a paper cylinder from the box that was about the size of a shotgun.

"The inside is divided into two layers. The lower layer is where gunpowder is fired, while the upper layer is covered in red. The principle is very simple …" "The fire ropes lit up the lower layers of pure gunpowder, and the huge impact from the explosions caused the upper level combat units to be blown away!"

"The Upper Level Battle Department is a mixture of strong gunpowder, small iron nail s, and broken iron scraps. It normally explodes ten meters away, and countless iron scraps and iron nail will form an explosion ball. Just like the principle of hitting the iron sand seed, it doesn't matter if the person opposite you has practiced the Golden Bell Cover or not, you would still be pierced like a sieve with a gun …"

"Wow …" Everyone exclaimed, "Good boy, with such a thick and aged barrel, how many iron sand seed s would explode in a single breath?"

"Haha, Ryukyu's military factory has experimented before. Once the battle department explodes, not even a blade of grass would grow within five steps. Everyone within ten steps would be injured. Didn't Russian have a strong body that excelled in physical combat? "Then let them try this …"

shotgun, also known as the shotgun, its fighting principle was the old fire gun, the Chinese people called it the fire rod.

Due to the fact that the precise manufacturing process of humans was still immature, manufacturing the small caliber Bullets of the future generations would be extremely difficult.

However, it would be much easier to make it into its previous shape. For firerope guns with the shape of a sliding chamber, forget about Western engineers, even Great Qing craftsmen could make it out.

If the power of gunpowder was not enough, then he would use a caliber to make up for it. The larger the caliber, the more powerful it would be. What? You said it's too heavy to control? To get rid of, in this era, there were many abnormal people who practiced martial arts. A shotgun with a 120-mm diameter could fire with one hand.

If it really didn't work, then it would work together. This thing didn't even need to be targeted anyways, it was completely just killing each other, the iron sand seed s could even be shot down half the street.

"There are a total of fifty boxes, and each box contains five shotgun. The bottom of each boxes is filled with bullets … "Just use it sparingly. There's no place for me to replenish it after I've used up all of these bullets …"

"250 bullets, please check …."

"Test my ass!" "The battle has already reached its climax, shouldn't we hurry up and use the new weapons …"

"You, you, you, you … It is time for you samurai s to atone for your sins. If you do not want to be confined after the war, then you must use your merits to pay! "

"Now listen to my orders, protect the shotgun and send it to the battlefield … Wherever the battle is the most intense, you will go! "

Dao Jinfeiniao, Mao Liyiyuan and the others gave a military salute, after which, each unit carried their shotgun s and distributed the specially made ammunition pack, and rushed towards the place on the battlefield that had the most accumulated strength.

"F * ck!" I told you to be arrogant … Using his strength to bully others, come at me! Bastards, you guys came looking for me for a brawl! "I'm not afraid of you …"

The experimentation of a new weapon was always exciting. Xiang Shaolong held a shotgun in one hand, the barrel of the gun already loaded with a paper bullet.

Before he even ran a hundred meters, he saw a burst of gunfire from a barn. Just as guard company was looking for cover and shooting back, a group of Russian Army soldiers suddenly rushed out from the right wing of the carriage and pounced forward with their bayonets.