Chapter 218 Methods are very important

It turns out that the shooter's short-range aiming charter is similar. Muskets, a weapon with unfixed ballistics, will try to aim at the center of the target before firing.

In this way, even if the ballistics are deviated, the chances of being hit are also more likely to hit.

The superior and straight ballistic trajectory of the rifled brown bes quickly made the Jinyiwei feel what precision is!

"I hit the bull's eye in 50 steps, and Yucai hit all ten shots. Even if it is 100 steps, we can hit the target every time. If we aim carefully, we will have a high probability of hitting the bull's eye!"

"It's a real magic gun!"

Zhang Guangjin praised in surprise, and then heard the loud report from the Qiding who was looking at the target a hundred steps away from afar: "The prince hit the bull's eye again! All ten shots hit the bull's eye!!"

"Uh, true shooting!"

The Jinyiwei knelt down to Zhu Youjian to congratulate him.

"Hahaha! Everyone gets up, and you're all right, don't keep kneeling when you're okay!"

Zhu Youjian rubbed the butt stock of the brown bass on his hand, and his smile could not cover it.

The projectile hit the armor and exploded a slight spark. The Jinyiwei put down his gun and called the flag guarding the target with anticipation to send the armor to Zhu Youjian.

Everyone carefully played with the brown bass, and waited for a pair of armor that was broken but still had some intact cloth armor.

The Lumi gun used by the Jinyiwei is not bad, it is powerful and has guaranteed armor piercing.

"Wait a minute? That's the tiger bone? Stay there! Deer antlers and antlers are great!"

This tribute is also a major event for Zhenghei Banner.

"Forget it, I can't hide it if this matter is not resolved. I think the same as that of Karama! I have to send someone to find it! Our brothers don't speak Chinese, so I'll just bring it with him this time!"

"The North Koreans have already exceeded this amount! Send it back and let them transport it themselves!"

When the elite soldiers of the Ming and Qing dynasties checked their armor after the war, they often shook out a few or even dozens of broken leads from the interlayer between cotton armor and iron armor.

And the feeling of pointing wherever you point, it immediately grabbed the heartstrings of the Jinyiwei.

"Salang!"

"I still want to sell the skin that I have been wearing for decades? I don't mind being rude! I'm so embarrassed! I'll throw it away! The others are here!"

"I'll go! I feel like I've learned Chinese well these days."

The tribute is indispensable for the Jinyiwei. The tribute, no matter how dead or dead, must be processed. Cough cough, what, check it layer by layer.

There were six people in the Jinyiwei and Zhu Youjian, and six holes were broken on the armor, the cotton cloth was broken, and the iron armor was broken.

Or in other words, the armor-breaking ability of round lead bullets is generally insufficient these days.

He kicked someone and waved his hand and handed him a teapot and moistened his throat, and then continued to work hard.

"It's good to go to the Ming Dynasty to pay tribute. The Ming Dynasty is richer and more vast than Jiannu, and"

I also know what objects are most favored by the Ming Dynasty.

After reading it, Qi Xinlang looked up at the viking barbarians who were slightly regretful about evil deeds and had a little regret on his face.

The fear of the unknown and the huge number of alien races around them made them hug each other closer.

"How can this be ruined!"

Qi Xinlang closed his eyes and nodded violently with a sad face.

So Jiao Boqing knew the tricks of tribute.

The Black Flag tribes entered Shengjing and became a new understanding of the world.

This also led to the popularity of Viking braids rising again.

"Hey, this little thing? It's rare! Take it here and take it! It's really apart! It's all here and take it here!"

Putting the intact part of the armor on the target, Zhu Youjian called everyone to raise the gun together.

As he said that, a saber was lightly placed on Qi Xinlang's neck.

Not to mention ensuring the secret.

"I want to send the garbage I don't want to sell!? Buddie things! Hurry up and throw them aside!"

"Wow, Lord Xi Zhangjing said, we must choose a brother to go to the Ming Dynasty to find a way for Wuerte to give birth to children."

This made the bullet effect of the brown bass, which was originally superior in the flintlock field, already had the shadow of later generations of rifles.

Expand and take a look.

This musket is a delicate work of art for a firearm veteran.

Don't say anything else.

"Thank you very much for reward!"

"Yeah!"

"Wow!? So many ginseng? Leave a few large ones."

Therefore, at this time they relied more on Zhu Youjian and rely on the Black Flag Wuerte, a fierce man from the sky, no, the leader of the gods from the sky!

Small-scale assembly is fine, large-scale assembly is a delusion.

A kick is a very important process, which helps the brains of the tribe warriors operate.

Jiao Boqing was overwhelmed by the order they submitted.

"If it is spread, I will definitely put you in Shengjing Zhaozhao Prison!"

After dealing with the warriors of the lower tribes for a long time, Jiao Boqing also knew that every negotiation was a physical work.

The shape of the Minnie warhead makes its penetration ability several times higher than that of lead bullets.

It also depends on this advanced version of brown bass.

The light bird guns equipped with more than ones in the Ming and Qing armies were a little weak when facing the cloth-surfaced cotton armor of the two countries. Facing the elite flag-dragons and heavy armored people, the armor-piercing effect was not good, and they often injured the enemy but could not kill the enemy.

Of course, what the leader is most concerned about is the fertility issue of Heiqi Wuerte.

After the gun was tested, Zhu Youjian also returned to Shengjing and quickly wrote a letter to be brought back to Nanjing by Jiao Boqing, who was preparing for the tribute, so that Wang Chengen could quickly produce the mass production, and then the Zhenghei Banner could bring the brown besie back to Zhenghei Banner through regular tribute trade.

It's only a distance of more than ten or twenty steps, and aiming straightly to pull the trigger, but it just feels like it's not hitting.

"Arrange people to go to the arsenal to flip a set of broken armor, let's try it!"

"Tea!"

"Yeah!"

With the overall industrial level of the Ming Dynasty, even if Wang Chengen's arms manor had small industrial capabilities, his kung fu output in the past two years was less than a thousand, and the ammunition output was promoted in parallel, which can only be said to be enough.

"Jerama has come to his letter! Qi Xinlang! Read it!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The target was quickly carried over by the flag dial. Pei Wu reached out and tugged the thick target woven layer by layer of straw for a while. Then he pulled a slightly deformed bullet from the depths of the straw target, and there was no need to look at the few small holes on the side.

"Come on the target."

"A real artifact!"

"Come on!"

"Send a hand to the Shenyang Ministry of Works, and the sample will be followed by this. You can leave what you have at hand! It is a set with the Long Xiao gun, one far and one near! The bullets here are also divided! Oh, right! The bullets must be sent to the Shenyang Ministry of Works for reference!"

After thanking each other, several Jinyiwei stood up and looked at the musket at hand with a little hot eyes.

The tribes are discussing.

"All six hairs penetrate the iron armor."

"Who will go?"

It's so heartbreaking.

"There are all warriors from Bayala camp, and they are all their own people, but that's right."

Of course, there is no way to use the rate of fire. After loading medicine or needle shooting, just look at the Dragon Owl gun.

Some people even get anxious to sleep all night.

With a shout, several small pony with shoulder heights of less than three feet were led to Jiao Boqing.

"This little baby! Which tribe came from? Are you from that tribe?"

"Gu Yiqi!"

The person who led the horse was still a little embarrassed, and now he was proudly raising his chest and raising his head.

(End of this chapter)
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