There is a special shooting range in the Military Weapon Bureau to test whether the bird gun is qualified. The shooting range is an empty school ground, and a low earth wall is built on the edge of the school ground.

The clamping gun used by the Ming army was a smoothbore gun, and the hit rate was very low, so I could only rely on a little to hit the enemy.

luck.

Therefore, many sergeants need to fire a coercion gun together to form a fire concentration. Only when the number of lead bullets reaches a density can they effectively kill the enemy.

Therefore, the bird gun test is not a target, but a low earth wall. As long as the lead bullet can hit the earth wall, it is considered qualified.

Zhu Shun came to the shooting range and the first thing he said immediately changed the view of the fifth-rank official in his opinion.

This person is not a clown, but a fool.

The ninth-rank little official's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but want to pull Zhu Shun away, so he should not be embarrassed here.

Zhu Shun held the rifled rifle and said a very reasonable thing: "Give me a target."

The fifth-rank official sneered at the ninth-rank official, waved his hand, and asked a soldier at the shooting range to bring a target: "Today I want to see what a sharpshooter sir is."

The ninth-rank official has only heard of the archer, and has never heard of the sharpshooter. It is estimated that after today, Zhu Shun will not only become a joke in the Military Weapon Bureau, but also the word sharpshooter will become a derogatory term to ridicule others.

When the sergeant brought an arrow target, Zhu Shun looked at the distance, which was only one hundred meters, raised his foot and retreated for one hundred meters, and stood at a distance of about two hundred meters.

When the fifth-rank official saw that Zhu Shun was standing two hundred steps away, he was in no mood to continue laughing at him, and he was competing with a fool.

The range of the bird gun is between one hundred steps and two hundred steps, and the longest range is said to be two hundred steps, but at this distance, it is like a soybean hitting the body gently, and it has no power.

The best range is one hundred steps, and only at this distance can you shoot through the enemy.

However, if you want to shoot through the Jurchen armor, your range must be reduced to fifty steps.

Zhu Shun stood at a distance of more than 200 steps. Not to mention shooting at the target, it was impossible to reach this distance.

Zhu Shun didn't care what the fifth-rank official thought. He took out a lead bullet wrapped in linen and knocked it into the bottom of the barrel with a small wooden hammer.

Pull up the rifled gun, pour a certain amount of gunpowder into the medicine room, aim at the target, and slowly adjust your breathing.

The opportunity is only reserved for those who are prepared. Zhu Shun practiced it for this day. He only practiced a gun a hundred times every night.

Several months have passed, and I have practiced no less than 10,000 times in order to ensure the stability of my arms.

The test shot has been tested more than 100 times, and the fixed-point shooting has been practiced very accurately.

Even so, facing a distance of 200 steps, I am only 60% sure.

Because I reached 200 steps, I could not see the target clearly with an iron sight, so I could only hit it according to my feelings.

After twenty breaths, the trigger was suddenly pulled.

"Bang"

After a blast, a burst of gunpowder filled the muzzle of the rifled rifle.

The fifth-rank official froze in place in an instant, staring at the shaking target in a daze, and had not recovered for a long time.

After a long time, I recovered and started muttering again: "How is it possible, how is it possible."

"This is two hundred steps, how could a bird gun shoot so far?"

The ninth-rank official also looked at the shaking target in amazement, but a laugh appeared on his face: "Haha, Sun Yuanhua, I see if you can still laugh."

When Zhu Shun heard the name Sun Yuanhua, he was stunned. Sun Yuanhua was a big scientific magistrate in the Ming Dynasty and could be said to be the number one person in artillery.

He explored artillery ballistics, and in his firearms writings, he recorded the relationship between shooting angle and range.

After Sun Yuanhua's death, the study of artillery in the Ming and Qing dynasties regressed for at least half a century.

Sun Yuanhua suddenly walked to Zhu Shun and snatched the rifled rifle away. Before Zhu Shun could react, he ran out of the shooting range with the rifled rifle in his arms.

This time, Zhu Shun could be said to have given the ninth-rank official a good face. The ninth-rank official with a gloss on his face took out a penny and stuffed it into Zhu Shun's hands.

The ninth-rank official patted Zhu Shun on the shoulder and gave Zhu Shun a holiday in advance: "Tomorrow is in the 20th day. I'm happy today. You kid, go home early."

"You can take this money and buy two bottles of good wine, and have two drinks with Brother Zhu at home."

Zhu Shun's father was also a craftsman, but he was not a caster, but a kiln worker in an official kiln.

Because both father and son are craftsmen, they don’t need to rely on the weather to make a living by guarding two acres of land. Although life is tight, they are still fine.

Zhu Shun's father was quite merciful and sleek. In order to prevent his son from being bullied by the elderly in the Military Weapon Bureau, he often bought some mountain goods such as pheasants and wild ducks to give them to the ninth-rank official.

After a while, the two of them became familiar with each other. In addition, Zhu Shun's skill is good, so the ninth-rank official regarded Zhu Shun as his direct descendant and regarded Zhu Shun's father as a friend.

Zhu Shun was not polite, took it and said thank you, then left the Military Weapons Bureau and went home.

Zhu Shun just walked out of the city gate of Peking with a pot of good wine. Sun Yuanhua walked into a four-entry mansion with the rifled gun and walked to Yuanlin behind the mansion.

In a four-corner ancient pavilion, an official wearing a red official uniform was sitting, holding a volume of books and reading them carefully.

If Zhu Shun was here, from the color of the official uniform and the tonic, it would be obvious that this person was actually a central official of the third rank.

Sun Yuanhua walked over and called out to the teacher, and the identity of this person was revealed.

Xu Guangqi, a master of the scientific community in the Ming Dynasty.

Sun Yuanhua didn't say a few more greetings. He really didn't have time. He was excited and demonstrated the rifled rifle according to Zhu Shun's method.

Xu Guangqi has been in the officialdom for a lifetime, and has experienced too many things, so he has long been indifferent to everything.

Half a month ago, news came out of the palace that the emperor intended to let Xu Guangqi enter the cabinet and serve as the second auxiliary of the cabinet.

That was the third-ranked figure in the Ming Dynasty after the emperor and the chief minister of the cabinet. With one stomping on his feet, the whole world would be shaken.

Xu Guangqi, who is nearly seventy years old, still looked indifferent to everything, but when he watched Sun Yuanhua demonstrate the rifled rifle, his old face covered with old spots appeared for many years and had never appeared.

In Xu Guangqi's eyes, this ordinary bird gun is actually more important than the secondary assistant of the cabinet.

Xu Guangqi took the rifled rifle with trembling hands. He was worthy of being the number one master in the scientific community in the Ming Dynasty. He could see the key to the rifle at a glance: "Chuyang, your talent has surpassed your master."

"This bird gun will bring a great change to the Ming Dynasty and open a new chapter of firearms."

As the first person in the Ming Dynasty artillery, Sun Yuanhua knew very well what this bird gun meant. With his upright personality, he even had the terrible idea of ​​taking the invention of this bird gun as his own.

This idea of ​​being impeded really scared Sun Yuanhua himself. He can't blame him, the temptation of the rifled rifle is too great.

After receiving the recognition of the teacher, Sun Yuanhua became more and more eager to take the rifled gun for himself. He struggled in his heart and smiled bitterly: "My teacher, I didn't invent this."

"This is a young casting craftsman in Wang Gongchang who invented this kind of bird gun."

"It's not you?" Xu Guangqi's old face, who was calm in his actions, showed a hint of surprise.

Except for his successor to his own robe, Xu Guangqi could not think of anyone else who could invent such a bird gun that would change an era.
Chapter completed!