America 1881: Legend of the West

Roswell, outside the gun factory, shooting range.

"He got in?"

Chen Jianqiu asked while holding a brand new rifle in his hand and studying the structure of the gun.

There was a wooden table next to him, with several guns and some bullets placed on the table.

"Well, yes, Cronin trusts him very much now. He is almost his right-hand man." Asuka standing aside replied.

The "him" they are talking about, of course, refers to Holly who lurked into the Knights of Labor.

Feiniao told Chen Jianqiu one by one the news from Holly.

This included Cronin's left-leaning political views and disagreements with the Knights of Labor headquarters and other unions in California.

Chen Jianqiu said "Oh".

He was somewhat dissatisfied with the claims of the unions in the United States in this era.

These claims are often made by union founders and are original, instinctive and deeply personal.

This is an American oddity.

The most modern tendencies took on the most medieval guise, while the most democratic, even rebellious, spirit hid itself beneath an apparent but actually powerless despotism.

In addition, all kinds of ghosts, ghosts, and snakes infiltrated into the team with their own purposes.

Therefore, Chen Jianqiu always believed that they lacked sufficient vision and theoretical height.

At least, he believes that at the national level, there should be no distinction between ethnic groups.

It would be a bit shameful if you still use this as a means to strengthen yourself.

At this point, Chen Jianqiu did not agree.

"Let him continue to lurk. If you need any help, communicate with Hanif in time. The first thing is to ensure your own safety. If necessary, you can reduce contact."

Chen Jianqiu warned.

At the same time, he picked up a magazine with five bullets embedded in it from the wooden table next to him and pressed it into the magazine.

Chen Jianqiu pushed the gun forward, rotated ninety degrees and rested it on the side.

Then he raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger at the wine bottle in the distance.

"boom!"

There was a deafening gunshot, and the wine bottle was smashed to pieces.

Chen Jianqiu pulled the gun bolt backward.

Only a crisp click was heard.

Huang Chengcheng's bullet casing popped out of the magazine.

The second bullet was loaded.

He pulled the trigger again.

Without any suspense, the wine bottle shattered again.

It's really comfortable, and it turns out that pulling the bolt open is the most romantic thing for a man.

"Not bad." Chen Jianqiu touched the body of the gun and said to Browning on the side, "It's much easier to use than the tube magazine last time."

Browning's mind was filled with questions.

He has not yet introduced Chen Jianqiu how to use this gun.

Why is my boss so skilled?

More than two years ago, he made the first prototype gun with smokeless powder cartridges, but Chen Jianqiu laughed at him crazily because it had a tubular magazine.

But the gun named "Roswell 1882" is now selling very well in the United States.

It has also spread to Europe, and it is said that the French are considering mass production to equip their own troops.

But Chen Jianqiu still asked him to adopt the box magazine and make further improvements.

His boss brazenly told him that he would draw him a schematic diagram.

But when Browning actually got the so-called schematic diagram, he was dumbfounded.

Can this also be called painting?

It's too abstract.

In the end, it was Master Nigo, a technical specialist in forgery, an expert in art forgery, and the only painter in Roswell, who drew the diagram based on Chen Jianqiu’s description and previous “abstract works.”

In this way, it still took Browning almost two years to come up with the prototype gun.

What Chen Jianqiu drew was the Gew.98, which is the father of the 98K. It uses a fixed double-row magazine and a rotating rear-pull bolt.

Of course, he couldn't tell whether he was drawing a father or a son.

However, Browning still followed the same pattern and came up with it.

After "learning" from the French and then "referring" to the Germans, Chen Jianqiu, as a time traveler, does not feel any guilt.

"Try it." Chen Jianqiu handed the gun in his hand to Camilla behind him.

Under the guidance of Chen Jianqiu, Camilla also tried firing a few rounds and expressed satisfaction with the gun's performance.

"Let them install a scope for you later. It will be much easier to use than the one you had before." Chen Jianqiu said.

He glanced at the other rifles on the table.

When his eyes glanced at one of them, he was happy.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the gun and thought about it repeatedly.

Isn't this Model 8?

This gun is a semi-automatic rifle. If in the original timeline, Browning, the great gunsmith designer, would not come up with it until about twenty years later.

The reason is very simple. At that time, neither the military nor the civilians were too interested in automatic weapons and semi-automatic weapons.

Feeling unstable is one thing, and being conservative in thinking is another.

Besides, doesn’t he use a lever rifle?

He glanced at Browning next to him and wanted to laugh.

If he hadn't forced this talented designer to develop semi-automatic weapons, he would never have imagined that he had such potential.

"This gun is too complex and prone to problems in harsh environmental conditions. Moreover, the parts are extremely difficult to obtain and the cost is high, so..."

Browning's implication was that the price of this gun was high, and it could be used for hunting by rich people, but it was better to forget it if they expected to make money by selling it to the Army.

In fact, he couldn't understand why his boss wanted to research this crappy thing with no market prospect.

"Don't sell this thing yet, buy some and send them to the detective agency." Chen Jianqiu played with the gun, "You can continue to research and improve."

Browning touched his nose.

He really didn't want to continue researching automatic and semi-automatic weapons, which was time-consuming and labor-intensive.

However, Chen Jianqiu pulled him aside and gave him a reason he couldn't refuse.

The share has increased again.

Who can have trouble with money?

"Well, why don't you get the pistol first?" Chen Jianqiu looked at the thinning hair on Browning's head. "The pistol is easier to get."

If this continues, Browning's scalp will be lost first if no good weapons come out.

"What, you want to change the gun again?" Browning looked at Chen Jianqiu with a somewhat desperate look.

"Why did you say 'again'?" Chen Jianqiu patted Browning on the shoulder.

He lifted up his clothes, revealing the two golden Colts, and said with a smile.

"Don't I always use these two?"

"There must be a market for automatic pistols." Chen Jianqiu said, "We want to make a lot of money, right?"

"As for me, I'm not in a hurry at all. I'm very comfortable with these two guns. I don't plan to change them. After all, I have feelings, but"

Browning breathed a long sigh of relief, but before he could fully breathe out, he was startled by Chen Jianqiu's "but".

"You have to help me modify these two guns."

"You have to help me see if there is a faster way to change the bomb, such as directly changing the bomb nest or something."

"The gun couldn't be any better airtight."

"Can you get some more powerful bullets?"

"Hey, hey, master, are you listening to me?"

Browning stared blankly at the target in front of him, and then at the two revolvers in Chen Jianqiu's holster.

Did you say "it's easy to use"?

He touched his hair and sighed deeply.

The enemy of hair is always Party A, especially the very rich Party A.