1890 King of Southeast Asia

The whole of Nanhua is busy, but busy but not chaotic, and in order, mainly thanks to the universal education promoted by Liu Yiming.

Militia, police, long-term military education is needless to say, workers, company employees, farmers, new immigrants, schools as a whole, public officials, all need to receive regular military education and complete military training.

In other words, at least one person in every household of Nanhua's three million people (except for immigrant ships, there are also those who came from Southeast Asia on their own initiative.) has received military education. When doing things, they can cooperate effectively.

In this way, Liu Yiming is not so busy. On the one hand, there is orderly construction, and on the other hand, the administrative system is growing. Everything that can be handled is handled.

After the Lantern Festival, Liu Yiming became busy again, but it was not because of the increase in work, but because the wedding was approaching, Liu Yiming became nervous, and then found something to do.

For example, at this time, he was soaking in the arsenal, watching a group of engineers assembling cannons.

"Finished?" Liu Yiming walked around the cannon. Basically, it had all the cannons of later generations. It used a horizontal wedge breech block, was not equipped with an automatic shell extractor, and the processing equipment had not been installed yet. The next one would use it.

"Yes, it's theoretically OK!" said the engineer, and touched the smooth hydraulic recoil device.

"Test the gun!"

The eastern suburbs of Sishui has become a weapons test site.

Pulled by four horses, the artillery arrived at the scene and began to prepare for test firing.

"Will it not explode?" Liu Yiming insisted on firing it himself, but when he got the ignition cord, he hesitated.

"No, we are using the barrel of the original three-inch gun, and the original shells. Today we are mainly testing the effect of hydraulic spring recoil, but you should squat in the bunker. I don't know if the hydraulic rod is reliable." The engineer said in an extremely complicated tone.

So, Liu Yiming squatted in the single-soldier pit next to the gun position and pulled the ignition cord.

Bang! The sound was a little wrong. Fortunately, it was just an experimental recoil mechanism.

Boom!

It seemed safe, Liu Yiming stood up, the gun was still in place, with slight movement, but it was not a problem, it was ten thousand times better than the rigid frame recoil gun.

"Success! Then we can further manufacture new guns!" Several engineers danced with joy.

"We don't know how long it will last, and we can't make hydraulic rods..." The more mature engineers spoke, slightly dampening people's enthusiasm.

"What are you waiting for? Keep going!" Liu Yiming said excitedly.

He loves these big toys, but he has never had the conditions, and he is not good at it!

Next, Liu Yiming did not go down to the individual pit, but watched the guns from a distance, because each shot had to be checked, so the firing was very slow.

The rumbling sound was endless, and Liu Yiming had no patience to wait and walked to other factories. When he was free, Liu Yiming worked as a consultant in the factory, looking at the problems that the factory usually encountered with a forward-looking perspective. The effect was not bad.

"Eye bags?"

"Awesome!"

As soon as he arrived at the gun factory, he heard a different kind of boasting.

Liu Yiming followed the sound and saw a group of people shooting at the shooting range. Bang! The gunshot was particularly loud! Bang! The speed of changing bullets is so fast?

When he got closer, he found that it was a pump-action shotgun.

"It's already made? So fast?" Liu Yiming said in surprise.

"Commander, you're here!" Qian Jin, who was holding the gun, heard Liu Yiming's voice and turned around to see that it was indeed him.

"Commander, the drawing I gave you before has been made. The pump-action shotgun is really powerful!" Qian Jin handed the gun to Liu Yiming.

Liu Yiming took the gun and stood in front of the shooting range. He looked closely and saw that a 20-meter target was hit with a big hole, with a diameter of more than 10 centimeters. The 30-meter target was even worse, with dense bullet holes on half of its body.

Liu Yiming picked up the gun and aimed at the 40-meter target.

Bang!

The No. 12 shotgun shell sprayed out of the muzzle and flew forty meters. Three 4mm bullets hit the target. To be honest, it was not bad.

Bang! Bang!

Liu Yiming fired two more shots in a row.

"Is the barrel a bit long?" Liu Yiming did not look at the rake, but shifted his target to the barrel.

"Yes, there were three versions to choose from, and I chose the middle one, with a 28-inch barrel. After it was produced, I found that it was a bit long, and the effect within 20 meters was not very good." Qian Jin said to the Nanhua version of Winchester m1897.

"Change to a 20-inch one, is it difficult? Are there any problems in production?" Liu Yiming gestured with the gun.

"No, this gun is very easy to produce, and there are so many technicians..." Qian Jin was interrupted by Liu Yiming before he finished speaking.

"Although technology is not important, you should pay attention to it in the future. Unless his family is brought to Nanhua, technicians cannot participate in too much research. Let them teach students. For example, the army rapid-fire cannon that is being tested is not allowed." Liu Yiming remembered that he forgot to conduct confidentiality training.

Holding the new gun and a leather bullet on his body, Liu Yiming left a bit like a cowboy.

"My gun, eh? My gun, Commander, you can't be unreasonable, that gun..." Qian Jin just woke up from Liu Yiming's words, and Liu Yiming had already run onto the carriage.

"Well... Nanhua's first shotgun, it's still quite memorable, bang bang bang!" Liu Yiming gestured in the carriage, of course, without bullets.

Arriving at Xu Hui's office, Liu Yiming knocked on the door and went in.

"Commander? You're not at home busy with the wedding, what's wrong? Are you used to being busy?" Xu Hui teased.

"I have something to tell you." Liu Yiming saw a lot of people in the room, giving Xu Hui's eyes.

"Ahem, that, minister, we have something to do, wait a little bit." A middle -aged man stood up with a dazzling.

"Good, good, you are busy, you are busy." Xu Hui also perfunctory.

When people left, Liu Yiming sat down and said.

"Before the stalls were not big, we had to pass everything, but now it is not good, it is more formal."

"How to do it?" Xu Hui asked puzzledly.

"You have to do well in confidentiality. Many of us have no British people. Before that, there was no spy to enter a chemical factory. If it was not too few in Surabaya, it was discovered, and the secret of the fire -free picoxin was exposed."

"Strengthening the alert?" Xu Hui has never done confidentiality.

"First of all, plan the confidential area, and then build a wall. There must be no less patrol. Core technology cannot allow unbelievable people to enter, add a few more posts, and make a confidential agreement." Liu Yiming thought of later generations. "" In the core area, except for the people, you cannot let people know where they are, everyone has to sign a confidentiality agreement!

"Is it too much to do this?" Xu Hui asked.

Liu Yiming was silent.

"This is also helpless, understand each other! Don't force!"