"The first time I touched a gun, but I saw someone else use it."

Yuan Chenming couldn't help but show off: "This gun was designed and manufactured by Germany in 1888, also known as the Type 88 rifle. The Germans deceived the Qing Dynasty at that time and said that it was the most advanced Mauser rifle and sold in large quantities to our country.

This gun should be copied by Hanyang Arsenal, because the steel they used was not up to standard and the barrel was easily exploded. So it wrapped the barrel with a piece of guardrail, like a sleeve. So people also called it an old sleeve."

"Old sleeve, that's how it's named! Well, you are a very cultural person, and you can tell an article with just one gun."

Yuan Chenming's mouth raised slightly, and he felt happy in his heart without saying much. Finally, there was an opportunity to show off his ability and he had to show more.

He pretended to pull the bolt, but did not withdraw the bullet, it was empty. He then put the gun on the ground and looked at the chamber.

He gave a conclusion that he had known long ago: "The rifle of the gun has been smoothed, and it can be as accurate as a few dozen meters. No matter how far it is, the bullets will be fired, and no one knows where the ghost will fly."

"Rifle, what is that? If the gun is missing, it will not be accurate?"

What is rifling?

The book says: The rifle can be said to be the soul of the barrel, and it is the spiral-distributed concave grooves on the inner wall of the barrel of the modern barrel and the barrel.

It can rotate the bullet along the longitudinal axis along the rifle when it is launched, creating a gyroscope effect to stabilize the ballistics, so it can be shot to the target more accurately.

Since each gun has a unique rifle, it can be identified based on the lines of the bullet being cut by the rifle after the bullet is fired, so the rifle is also looked at the finger prints of the gun.

But after memorizing this set of definitions, the militia captain in front of him must not understand it.

Fortunately, there are physical objects to operate, Yuan Chenming picked up a relatively new gun in the militia and showed it to Li Ping'an.

"Look, the convex one is called a positive line, and the concave one is called a negative line."

There were two guns there and you could see it at a glance.

The rifle inside the old sleeve is basically invisible and almost becomes a smoothbore gun. And the rod is formal, although the rifle has a certain wear, it is still clear.

Li Ping'an saw the difference, but he still didn't understand why the rifle was smoothed and there was no accurate head?

Explaining the principle of the matter with someone who doesn’t understand the mechanism has stumped Yuan Chenming.

"Captain Li, what do I say like this? You use this gun to shoot the Japanese. Can the bullets hit the target you want to hit? You know the best!

The rifle of this gun has been smoothed out, and there may be a certain accuracy within forty or fifty meters. Even a sharpshooter can't hit what he wants to hit."

Facing Yuan Chenming who was anxious, Li Ping'an wiped his forehead guiltily: "Oh, Comrade Xiucai explained to the old man for his difficulties.

This gun is not bad either. Even if you take a good gun, you can't hit the Japanese a hundred meters away. It's enough to have a few dozen meters of accurate heads."

Yuan Chenming, who was comforted, was speechless.

After watching too many dramas, he ignored one thing. The Eighth Route Army was not as rich as he thought. One person might have only a dozen bullets, which was not enough to fight a war.

It is impossible to practice marksmanship with bullets.

The soldiers did not undergo a certain amount of live ammunition training, and the distance was a little farther away, so the marksmanship was a metaphysic - no one knew where the bullet would hit.

A bullet destroys an enemy, which is sung in the song and the simplest wish.

For the Eighth Route Army with simple equipment, the elimination of the enemy should be more about grenades and bayonets.

"Can you show me your grenades?"

"Yes, of course, that's it." Li Ping'an took out the two grenades in his cloth pocket around his waist and handed them to Yuan Chenming.

In his opinion, it is not bad to be able to listen to cultural people like scholars who are novel and have some knowledge.

After getting two grenades with different looks, Yuan Chenming was also a little rubbing his teeth.

One of the grenades looks neat and are similar to what you see on TV. They are obviously a product of a large manufacturer under the assembly line.

He also recognized that it was made by imitating German-made m24 grenades. As for which arsenal was built, he preferred Yan Xishan's Taiyuan Arsenal.

The grenade weighs about one and a half pounds, and it is quite substantial when weighed in your hand. The power is definitely guaranteed, it depends on whether it can be thrown to the place where it should be, and kill a few Japanese.

But another grenade is a bit hard to describe.

The regular wooden handle grenade is a cylindrical body, combined with a wooden handle.

And this grenade has a round body with a pothole on it, like a face that has just passed puberty.

"Is this a grenade produced by a small workshop? It's made in the border area?"

"Yes, this is a grenade made by our border area. Although it is not as good as other people's, we can build it ourselves after all. Well, each militia can fire two. It's easy to fight the Japanese."

Yuan Chenming recalled the description of grenades in the early border areas of the Eighth Route Army.

A cast iron warhead made from a mold is installed with black gunpowder in the cavity, and a wooden handle is installed behind it.

The wooden handle was drilled with a small hand drill, and it was filled with several layers of thick paper firecrackers and a friction fire tube, which was a grenade made in the border area.

Such grenades are produced in small workshops of three or five people in the border area. Without strict operating procedures, the performance of each component varies.

Especially the gunpowder problem.

The grenades thrown out were loose because of the poor quality of the black gunpowder, and the explosion power was uneven. Some grenades had iron cast warheads and flew in half, while others even had only one corner of the hole.

What's even more terrifying is that because there are gaps in the delayed fuse made by the medicine twist, Mars may directly splash into the middle of the fuse when it gets angry. This causes the grenade to explode as soon as it is launched, and it is called "Zhang Shou Grenade".

Thinking of this, he felt that the grenade in his hand was simply a time bomb, and he had the idea of ​​throwing it out immediately.

Of course, he still restrained this impulse.

And he told the militia captain in front of him about the possibility of this existence.

"Oh, what's the matter!"

Li Ping'an smiled and said, "The Eighth Route Army Comrade gave the umbaby grenade. He told me that the umbaby would throw it out as soon as he pulled the twist. He knew it.

Whether the thing is good depends mainly on whether the Japanese can be killed. The one who can kill Japanese is good things.

Don’t worry about how many pieces he exploded, just be able to kill the Japanese. If you can’t, you will rush forward with your big sword and spear, and you will also kill these dog gods.”

Yuan Chenming understood that there are some disadvantages in making grenades in the border areas. Whether to use them seems to be two choices, but in fact they are not.

This thing is always better than a big sword and a spear.

If you are afraid of a little risk and don’t use this thing to kill the enemy, then will you regret it when the Japanese’s gun is pressed on their chest?

Thinking of this, his mood became heavier.

A peaceful life is hard-won. He had such fantasies before, which is really ridiculous.

Compared with the villagers who took up weapons and fought desperately with the invaders, his ambition to be warm on the kang is even more ridiculous.
Chapter completed!