I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

"Crackling... puff puff puff..."

The rain of metal bullets swept towards the bottles and cans hundreds of meters away. Suddenly, the crockpot burst and smoke billowed from the wall.

Those pairs of armor were battered and riddled with holes like broken copper and rotten iron.

For heavy machine guns, dozens of bullets are just a blink of an eye.

When the last bullet was fired, the roaring heavy machine gun stopped, and white water vapor came out of the barrel. ....

Reaching out to take off the earplugs, Zhu Zhangui turned his head and looked behind him.

The scene was as he imagined.

Up to the old man, down to the guards of the eunuchs watching, all of them stared wide-eyed and opened their mouths wide open, staring blankly at the mess and the wall riddled with holes in the distance.

"This... this... this..."

Standing beside the old man, Zhu Gaosui no longer squinted his eyes as before, his small eyes were round and stuttering, he didn't know what to say to express his current mood.

"Gudong!"

One of the veterans swallowed his saliva, looked at the heavy machine gun in front of Zhu Zhangui, and thought about it again. He couldn't help sighing just now when this guy showed his power.

"If you put this thing in front of a phalanx, it's not a war, but a massacre."

"That's right, it's massacre. This thing shoots bullets so densely, and the penetrating power is very strong. You can see that there are holes in the wall. No matter how thick the armor is, it can't stop it."

"No wonder His Royal Highness said that this thing is the terminator of cavalry. One or two of these things are mounted on chariots. The cavalry of the barbarians in the northern grasslands are just killing chickens and dogs for fun."

Zhu Zhangui glanced at the old frame unexpectedly. He didn't expect that there were still people here who could use their thinking to think about mounting a machine gun on a chariot.

"Tsk tsk tsk, if you put a few of these things on the checkpoint, the enemy will not be able to rush in even with an army of 10."

"Say you're stupid, and you still don't admit it. With this thing, who the hell is still guarding the checkpoint. Our Daming has such a big killer, and the lands of women of all ethnic groups in the world are not what we want wherever you want."

"Damn, it's a pity that this thing appeared too late. If there was this thing during the Northern Expedition, there would be no need to send hundreds of thousands of troops and millions of civilians. Tens of thousands of troops can sweep the entire grassland."

"Grandpa, this thing is exciting enough, ouch!"

Hearing everyone's exclamations, Zhu Zhangui was about to flirt with the old man when he was kicked aside by the old man.

Then the old man threw himself directly on the heavy machine gun, and stretched out his trembling hands to caress the heavy machine gun, as if stroking a peerless beauty.

"Good stuff, good stuff!"

While praising him, he also scolded Zhu Zhangui.

"You little bastard, why don't you take out such a good thing? When I fight Alutai, I will have 10 of these heavy machine guns. I can kill him with 1000 soldiers."

Zhu Zhangui, who was kicked to the side, was speechless.

Old man, you think I don't want to bring it, but the problem is that I really didn't have it at that time.

"Still there

What are you doing, load me up, I want to try! "

Touching the old man playing with the heavy machine gun, as if he had found a new toy, he rubbed his hands excitedly, imitating Zhu Zhangui, shaking the heavy machine gun left and right, and pressing the trigger with his finger.

But after playing around for a while, seeing no response, he kicked Zhu Zhangui next to him, telling him to reload quickly, and he wanted to try it himself.

"Gone!"

Zhu Zhangui spread his hands.

"What's gone?"

The old man didn't react for a while, and looked at Zhu Zhangui suspiciously.

"The ammunition is gone. Dozens of bullets have been produced in the ammunition room, which made me bald just now."...

"I…"

The old man, who was looking forward to a refreshing shot, was stunned for a long time, not knowing what to say for a while.

Then the old man got angry again, got up and kicked Zhu Zhangui's ass violently.

"You little bastard, I am the emperor or your grandfather, you are patronizing yourself, you can't let me try my hand, I will kick you to death brat."

"Haha, the emperor beat me hard, caring about my own pleasure, and didn't let us experience it, I really deserve a beating."

Seeing that the emperor's grandson was being beaten, the group of veterans who were already aged at home, not only did not step forward to persuade them, but laughed beside them.

"Ouch, don't kick, don't kick, there are new gadgets..."

After being kicked a few times, Zhu Zhangui hurriedly got up and hid aside, shouting that he still had new weapons, so he escaped the old man's kick.

Zhu Zhangui understood in his heart.

The old man kicked him not just for the trivial matter of the bullet, but mainly because the old man had been upset during this period of time, but he couldn't find a reason to beat Zhu Zhangui, so he took this opportunity today to kick him a few times to relieve his anger.

"Humph!"

"Have you not taken it out yet!"

After kicking a few times to relieve the anger in his heart during this time, the old man snorted in satisfaction.

As soon as they heard that there were new gadgets, the veterans were all gearing up, hoping that after the emperor had experienced it, they would also experience it.

Zhu Zhangui beckoned to the guard with the gun on his back, and the guard stepped forward and handed the third-generation rifle to Zhu Zhangui.

Zhu Zhangui took the platoon of ammunition handed over by the guard, and while loading it, he introduced it to the old man and generals who surrounded him.

"This is our third-generation rifle. I named it the Yongle 3-style rifle. The length of the rifle is 17 feet (4.08 meters per foot)."

After taking the bayonet handed by the guard and inserting it into the muzzle of the gun, Zhu Zhangui continued.

"Including the combat bayonet, the total length reaches 5.4 feet, almost as tall as the soldier."

"The magazine can hold five rounds of bullets. It has a pull-bolt structure and can be fired continuously. It has high precision and strong penetrating power. It is the best weapon against all kinds of armor."

"The gun's gauge has a maximum range of 1500 steps (1.2 meters per step in the Ming Dynasty), and the effective killing distance is about 200 steps!"

The data of this gun is still very different from the 38 rifles of later generations. The main reason is the gunpowder.

Daming is currently equipped with ammonium nitrate gunpowder, and its power is still a bit lower than that of later generations, so the range of the ammunition is much shorter.

After introducing the general data of the gun, Zhu Zhanguila loaded the gun, aimed at a complete clay pot in the corner, and pulled the trigger.

With a "bang", the clay pot burst directly.

Immediately, under the amazed eyes of everyone, he pulled the bolt of the gun, and the smoking shells bounced out. He pushed the gun again and loaded it, aiming and shooting.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

After four gunshots, Zhu Zhangui handed the gun to the old man who had already walked over.

The old man didn't speak, recalling Zhu Zhangui's actions just now, he asked for a row of bullets from the guard, and loaded them into the gun chamber clumsily.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Five more shots were fired, but four missed.

no way

Fa is old, and now the sun has set, relying on the surrounding torches and lanterns for lighting, it is not bad to be able to get one shot. ....

The old man, who showed no embarrassment, touched the solid wood rifle in his hand, and looked at Zhu Zhangui with pride and pride.

This is his grandson, his future heir.

His choice back then was not wrong. If he had chosen Zhu Zhanji back then, I am afraid none of this would have happened to Daming.

"How long will it take to equip troops!"

Touching the rifle in his hand, looking at the heavy machine gun at his feet, the fiery heart of the old man was ignited again.

The other veterans are also gearing up one by one, looking forward to Zhu Zhangui's good news, and then follow the old man to the battlefield before he dies of old age.

"It will take at least three years before they can be deployed on a large scale to various troops. The manufacture of these firearms is very troublesome, all of which are handcrafted, and the slowest thing is the rifling problem. We only have one carving knife, and the processing of the rifling depends entirely on it. As for the rifles, it’s okay, about 500 can be produced a month.”

"But it's a heavy machine gun!"

Zhu Zhangui patted the heavy machine gun at his feet, "This one is more troublesome to build. There are many parts in it, all of which require fine production. It took dozens of craftsmen to study for more than half a year to get it done."

"Although I have experience now, it will take a month to make a stand before it is fully finalized."

"In my vision, if we want to manufacture various weapons on a large scale, we still need at least 7 years of construction."

"That is to say, it will take at least 8 years for all the troops of my Ming Dynasty to be equipped with this kind of weapon. Before that, I can only guarantee the use of the Shenji Battalion and some special troops."

In an instant, everyone present was discouraged again.

They couldn't wait for such a long time.

All the veterans present had gray beards, and many of them felt that their days were not far away. It is estimated that when Daming is fully equipped with this kind of weapon, they will almost be buried in the ground.

"So long?"

The old man was also a little disappointed.

He will retire in a year or so next year. After all, the words have been released, and it is impossible to go back on his word.

Coupled with the matter of the second child, his energy became worse and worse than before. Sometimes he even heard the call of his father and wife in his dreams.

He couldn't wait that long.

Although Arutai in the north was defeated, those grassland forces also retreated to the far north, waiting for another chance to counterattack in the future.

The old man doesn't want to leave this heartache to his son and grandson, he wants to solve it together when he is in power next year.

"Call all craftsmen in this area to join in the research and manufacture."

The old man gritted his teeth and turned to look at Zhu Zhangui, "I'll give you two months. Before February 2, I want 2 of these heavy machine guns, 10 new rifles and sufficient ammunition."

Seeing the old man's expectant eyes, Zhu Zhangui couldn't bear to refuse, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, after the trial run of the train, I will go over to help in person, and I will meet your request, Grandpa, before February."

Seeing that the eldest grandson agreed, the old man showed a smile on his face, and patted Zhu Zhangui on the shoulder heavily.

"The north is my grandfather's heart disease. Those remaining evil people ran to the north. If they are not dealt with, even if my grandfather dies, he will not be able to close his eyes."

Touching the weapon in his hand, the old man looked at the far north, and said with passion in his heart:  …

"With these weapons, there is no need to use a large army for this expedition. The Shenji Battalion is enough."

"Haha, the emperor is right. With these weapons, the tens of thousands of grassland barbarians are simply not enough for us to kill."

The veterans nodded in agreement, and some of them shouted that they wanted to go to the battlefield with Zhu Di one last time.

Looking at these former old friends and feeling their expectant eyes, the old man laughed, threw the rifle in his hand to Little Snot, grabbed a few old guys and said:

"Okay, we old guys, let's go to the battlefield for one last time."

"When this battle is over, we will take care of the elderly at home and hand over this Great Ming Dynasty to their next generation."

Come on, the crowd burst out laughing.

Seeing the bright moon rising in the east, the old man was in a very good mood today, he asked many old friends not to let them go back, and dragged them to drink.

Looking at a group of old guys walking side by side, talking and laughing, Zhu Zhangui showed longing eyes.

I hope that when I am old in the future, there will be the same group of old men talking with me.

"What are you doing standing there, brat? If you still want to run away, hurry up and wait for us to pour the wine!"

After walking for a while, the old man saw that Zhu Zhangui was not with him, he looked back, looked at their Zhu Zhangui with a smile, and couldn't help but curse.

"Come on, here we come!"

Zhu Zhangui laughed happily, and followed him eagerly.

Chapter 281: Melon seeds, beverages, mineral water, this young man puts away his legs.

"Don't be greedy, kid, it's the new year after Laba."

Nursery rhymes sounded on the street, and with the school holidays, the little guys who were rarely seen on the street on weekdays had fun.

With the small change their parents gave them in the morning, they surrounded the hawker in groups and bought all kinds of food and toys.

As the imperial court became more and more wealthy, the tax burden on the common people gradually decreased a lot. Coupled with the part-time job policy and various jobs provided by the chamber of commerce, the common people gradually became richer.

The adults who have money at home, who are not willing to spend it on weekdays, are also very generous. They give the little ones who have studied for a year one or two copper coins and let them play.

"Uncle Shi, I've been living here these few days quite satisfactorily. Is there anything you're not used to?"

In one of the huge carriages heading to the train station, Zhu Zhangui smiled and talked to a man with a serious and dignified expression on the opposite side.