Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 57 57. Business

   "Where did the fourth child go? Why didn't you see him?"

  Jiang Xia had just packed up, she was invited by the old servant of the Sun family to talk to the grandson. This was out of the Huang family’s house, so she turned her head and asked Su who was carrying her bag behind her.

  The silent young man deliberately dangled his hair, which would lower his head and curl his lips without answering.

  Jiang Xia asked other people in the chip communication again. In the past, the fourth-year-old would always approach him when nothing happened, and said some unmarginal flattery.

  How did you change your temper today?

  As a result, I asked and asked, and only then did I know that the fourth child was out of luck, and that this would be "tortured" by the female warrior Julie.

   After learning this news, Jiang Xia immediately became happy, with a joy of gloating. The fourth child probably didn't know that these wasteland people were all abnormal.

  The female warrior not only has a bad life style, but XP is also very strange.

  With this kind of weird and unlucky pleasure, Jiang Xia and Su soon came to Sun's courtyard, still at the edge of Fengshan Street, looking very inconspicuous.

  But these days, the interior of the house has changed drastically.

  I don’t have that kind of poor feeling anymore.

  After the happy spring breeze, Mrs. Sun cleaned up, the courtyard is also a little more elegant.

  Especially some antique books that were checked from a few stewards, placed in the room, it was more like a hermit's place, the big jar of pickles was also lost, lest the taste escape and affect the majesty.

  Some people outside the hospital are standing guard, one by one without squinting, they exude courage.

   Jiang Xia and Su looked at each other and asked in the chip communication:

   "This is probably the elite of this world. How many can you fight without guns?"

   "At least ten."

  Soda counted the soldiers, and replied briefly:

  "The prosthetic body has the advantage of crushing flesh and blood in hand-to-hand combat."

"Too."

   Jiang Xia nodded, thinking that she had asked a stupid question.

  Each of these wasteland warriors has a prosthetic body, is not afraid of swords, has a keen sense, excellent response, and is assisted by a combat system. Let them fight against these soldiers, completely without martial ethics.

  At the moment they were admitted to the hospital, Jiang Xia asked again in the communication:

  "Mart has been re-engraving gunpowder weapons since he came here. I haven't asked about it these days. How many are there now?"

  "200 classic Enfield carbines, made of alloy materials that you brought over, and later you said to control costs, you made 300 foreign trade P-14 rifles, made of iron smelted from local ore.

  The automatic weapons we use are not counted, they are all finished with machine tools. "

  Su replied in his iconic, crisp tone:

   "Malt said that the quality of the local iron material is good, but to make that kind of inferior weapon is an insult to his technique, and he is reluctant to do it."

  Malt, the weapon artisan of the Black Hand, took blueprints from the database and reproduced outdated gunpowder weapons. He was always in charge.

  These words made Jiang Xia pouted and said:

  "You are not capable and tempered. If you want to revive the Black Hand Society, you need a lot of resources. Don't underestimate the fire sticks in your eyes. You can rely on them for making money in the future.

  The carbine can’t be given now, let him put it away, first use the old Li P-14 to charge the scene.

  That's it, I'll talk to him in a few days. "

  After finishing speaking, Jiang Xia straightened her clothes, brought Su, and strode into the courtyard hall under the watchful eyes of all the elites. Master Sun was chatting with the housekeeper Hong.

  The two seem to be talking about the learning of the saints.

  Retrieving scriptures and allusions, even if it is not, it is very unpleasant to say.

  This is an exchange between senior intellectuals.

  Jiang Xia, a fake scholar, couldn't understand. Jiang Shusheng's memory had been read many times, but he didn't learn these knowledge from it.

   "Zi Heng is here."

  Master Sun saw Jiang Xia coming, stopped the topic, stood up, and introduced to Steward Hong:

  "Brother Maolin, this is Jiang Xia Jiang Ziheng, who is the official of the Great Wall, and a scholar in Huai'an Prefecture. He was entrapped by Ruyifang and almost lost his life.

After    came back, he fought with Ruyifang. He was skilled in bowing horses and had brave brothers. He was indeed the country’s best talent. "

  After speaking, he introduced to Jiang Xia:

  "Zi Heng, this, is the steward of the prefect Hong, Hun Sen, with the word Maolin, is the confidant of the prefect. This time he came to Fengshan to help me."

"Um."

   Jiang Xia nodded, he looked at Steward Hong, who also looked at him.

  At the age of thirty-four, this person is not unique in appearance. He belongs to the kind of passerby's face that can't be found in the crowd. With a soft smile on his face, he looks very close.

  A pair of bright eyes, with a little scrutiny, but being able to be relied upon by the prefect as a confidant is definitely not something to be dismissed casually.

   Jiang Xia thought for a while, and asked straightforwardly:

   "Mr. Hun Sen, can you make decisions on behalf of Prefect Hung?"

"Can."

Steward Hong put down the tea cup, picked up the folding fan in his hand, nodded and said:

  "When I came, the master gave me the right to make a decision. It is true that my master was surprised to hear about what happened in Fengshan, especially after receiving that letter.

  Master and I are very curious, what Jiang Zhuangshi said, what is the big business of Ruyifang Foundation?

  And you still boasted in your letter that you have the means to stabilize the country, and you want to dedicate it to the imperial court."

   "It's not a dedication."

  Jiang Xia shook his head, and interrupted Steward Hong. He corrected:

   "It's all business."

  The manager Hong who said this was slightly dissatisfied.

  This person is crazy.

  Although Feng Mingguo is no longer capable of national strength now.

  But it is also the official of the Eight Classics. You are a scholar who has fallen behind, and now you are the king of the mountain, facing the messenger of a county prefect, is it so rude to speak?

  Jiang Xia didn’t care, she said:

  "The weapons I want to sell to Hong Taishou are good, sophisticated, and reasonably priced. They are indeed the most important weapons of the country, and they are not exaggerated at all."

  Speaking arrogant things, snapped his fingers backwards again.

  Su took off the bag she was carrying behind her, put it on the table, and unzipped it.

   Two guns, one long and one short, were exposed, but they were obviously different from those used by the wasteland fighters. They were not automatic weapons.

  The spear is well-made, more than one meter long.

  But in addition to the barrel, fire door, and magazine, the gun body is all made of wood, painted with a classic rusty color, and there is a box next to it.

  Lay the bullet, and the matching bayonet.

  Its appearance is completely a replica of the famous Lee Enfield P-14 rifle, an absolute world-famous gun, that is older and the level of World War I.

  As for the short gun.

  It looks very similar to Jiang Xia’s large-caliber revolver.

  But no matter the caliber or the ammunition used, it is far inferior to that of Jiang Xia. This is the revolver of the cowboy era, and it is also considered a famous gun.

  Its model is Colt M1873.

   also has a very awesome nickname called "Peacemaker".

  This thing is called "foreign trade" in Jiang Xia's mouth.

  The performance of firearms and bullets is less than four generations from the guys you use now, let alone the energy weapons that the wasteland has developed into a scale.

  No wonder the artisan Galt would say that to make such a thing is an insult to his technique.

  In the eyes of veterans who have experienced the wasteland war, such backward firearms are indeed no different from burning fire sticks.

   "This kind of weapon has never been seen before."

Steward Hong stretched out his hand and touched the smooth body of the spear, and asked in surprise:

  "How should it be used?"

  Jiang Xia picked up the spear, skillfully removed the magazine, opened the bullet box, in front of Steward Hong and Master Sun, pressed 5 pointed bullets into the gun body in the form of a magazine.

  There is also the iconic, crisp clang sound.

  He pulled the bolt and sent the bullet into the chamber, but instead of shooting immediately, he looked out and said to Steward Hong:

  "When I came over, I saw the elite soldiers outside the door. I thought they should be the elite soldiers under the command of Hong Taishou. I thought they were also good at riding and shooting.

   also allows Mr. Hong to better see the power of my weapon. "

   "Then you are afraid that you have chosen the wrong opponent."

Steward Hong shook his head and said:

  "This soldier and horse is a soldier of the master. The bows and crossbows used in his hands are all made of ink crossbow drawings bought from Moshuang Mountain and made by the masters of the country.

   is not a magic weapon, but it is specially made for the elites of our country.

  It is sophisticated and powerful, far surpassing ordinary crossbow machines, with excellent accuracy. The crossbow arrows can shoot 500 steps, and it is easy to wear heavy armor within 300 steps. Or, let them use ordinary crossbow machines to compare with yours? "

"Need not!"

   Jiang Xia waved her hand confidently and said:

   "Just shoot a hundred steps, three hundred steps, five hundred steps three targets, three rounds of volleys as a limit, this can show my good things."

   "One step is about 75 cm, is this too close?"

  Su asked in the chip communication, but was corrected by Jiang Xia:

   "No, the one step I said to these people is one step before and after, about one meter and five feet. Five hundred steps are still within the range of this gun, but you don't need to test it."

  Under steward Hong’s stunned gaze, Jiang Xia handed the bolted gun in his hand to Master Sun with a dazed look.

He says:

   "Master Sun, you come."

   "I, I have never used this."

  Master Sun is an authentic scholar. Although he has been an official in a mine all year round, he has been studying hard and he has some strength, but where did he come into contact with such a killer?

   was stuffed with a gun by Jiang Xia, making him a little at a loss for a while.

  But Steward Hong watched this scene, but did not speak.

  Thinking in his eyes.

   Ten minutes later, in a hidden forest outside Fengshan Street, the soldiers of the Hong family arranged the target, and also specially found the armor, put it on the target, and listed it in the position of the three targets.

  The steward Hong randomly picked a soldier to shoot. The crossbow machine he used was indeed as the steward said, with a simple appearance, just like a wooden box.

   Well-made.

  There are ironware placed everywhere to increase the service life.

  It also seems to use a relatively elementary pulley device, which not only winds easily, but even has a special arrow box such as a magazine clip that can be used to fire six in a row.

   is exactly the automatic weapon of this era.

  The soldier who was selected for the test shot had an arrogant expression. In front of Jiang Xia, Su and Sun, he held the crossbow in both hands, almost without aiming, and shot three arrows with his hands raised.

  The first arrow pierced the target a hundred steps away, constantly piercing through the armor, and the arrow even pierced through the armor. After penetrating the armor, it flew back more than ten meters, plunged into the soil, and the arrow tail buzzed.

  The second arrow also easily pierced the target three hundred steps away.

  The third arrow is a bit unsatisfactory.

  Five hundred steps is already the maximum range of this ink crossbow.

  The **** adjusted carefully, so that the arrow shot out of the parabola, and finally pierced into the target and stuck in the armor.

  Su Lian, who looked at this kind of power, shook his head again and again.

  But in the mortal wars of this era, it is absolutely unsurpassed.

  After he shoots, it's time for Master Sun to play.

  Master Sun was very unconfident, dragging Lao Li's gun, like a puppet army captain.

  But I was taught how to shoot by Su Zhan just now. It is easy to use the bolting gun. This can be regarded as a decent fighting posture. The left hand is holding the gun body, the **** is against the shoulder, and the right hand is on the trigger.

  With the round-hole sights calibrated by Su on the gun, three points and one line.

"boom"

  The first shot was fired, and the recoil was like a light patting on the shoulder of Master Sun, causing him to shake.

  On the target a hundred steps away, a spark burst out.

   was a bit crooked, but did not miss the target.

  This gave Master Sun confidence.

  He took a deep breath, pulled the bolt a little laboriously, and aimed again three hundred paces away.

   "Don't worry, use this."

  Jiang Xia interrupted Master Sun’s second aiming, put a small scope on the top of the gun, and made a gesture of asking.

  Master Sun narrowed his right eye and looked at the scope with his left eye.

  After all, three hundred steps, about 400 meters or so, ordinary people without training, this distance will definitely miss the target, so you have to add some "stunts" to Mr. Sun.

  This will be in the scope, the target 300 steps away is clearly visible.

  There is also a cross-shaped front sight specially adjusted by Su that is engraved on the scope. There is no wind in the forest, and the improved bullet is used. The muzzle velocity and kinetic energy are stronger.

  As long as Master Sun is aiming accurately, he will definitely hit the target.

"boom"

  The gunpowder smoke rose, and Master Sun was full of joy, but he could see clearly, the shot was more accurate, and sparks also ignited on the armor.

  This has already surprised the soldiers on the sidelines.

  They knew that Master Sun used this peculiar weapon this time, and he was a weak scholar, and he could fight so accurately, beyond their expectations.

  Some people cheered on Mr. Sun in a low voice.

  After all, the next blow requires five hundred moves, which is already challenging the limit of normal visual range.

"boom"

  The third shot was fired, and people around made a cry of regret.

  This shot missed the target.

  But not surprisingly, it is difficult for ordinary people to see clearly about 750 meters away from 500 steps.

  Master Sun did not admit defeat.

  The scholar who read the sage, did not want to be embarrassed by a group of rude army men, so he gritted his teeth, opened the bolt, adjusted his breathing, squinted his right eye, stared at the scope, and fine-tuned his aim again with his heart.

"boom"

  Fourth shot, 500 steps away, more than 700 meters, sparks burst from the edge of the armor on the target.

   immediately caused a group of soldiers to exclaim.

  This blow also made Master Sun exuberant, quite proud, he rubbed a somewhat sore shoulder, and touched the fire gun in his hand very fondly.

   Turned his head and gave a thumbs up, showing a bright smile with a few teeth, and said to Jiang Xia, who also had a gentle smile on his face:

   "Fortunately, this officer did not humiliate his life, this firearm is not bragging, it is really easy to use!"

  (End of this chapter)