Cutting over the end of the Ming Dynasty: a dog-leg knife at the beginning

Chapter 99 The Failed Weapon Designer
Han Peng and Qi Hu were dumbfounded when they heard this, they looked at the smug Yang Menglong in a daze, and forgot to speak.

Yang Menglong smugly laughed several times, but no one joined him, so he couldn't help feeling a little discouraged: "I said you two, let him tell you if you can do it or not!"

Qi Hu closed his chin with difficulty, and said: "The idea is not bad. If it can be realized, it will definitely cause great damage to the enemy army. However, there are too many problems."

Yang Menglong listened attentively: "What are the problems?"

Qi Hu said: "First of all, the electric gun cannot hit as far as sixty or seventy steps. The range of this kind of firearm is very short. It can effectively kill the enemy within thirty or forty steps, but beyond this range, it can't do anything. …”

Han Peng said: "The enemy army can accurately shoot and kill our archers within sixty or seventy steps. Equipping with electric guns is definitely not a good idea for our army!"

Yang Menglong said: "Then lengthen the barrel, increase the charge, and increase the shooting range!"

Qi Hu said: "It would be feasible to lengthen the barrel and enlarge the medicine room, but here comes another problem: the loading of the firecracker is already troublesome enough, six barrels are equivalent to six firecrackers, how long will it take to fill the firecracker?" Loaded properly? They don't have a second chance at launch!"

Yang Menglong said nonchalantly: "There is no need for a second time, once is enough! The firepower of two hundred musketeers equipped with electric guns is equivalent to that of [-] musketeers. Let it out, no matter how fierce the enemy army is, they will be turned on their backs! Then there will be a hand-to-hand battle, the musketeer will throw the electric gun away, and just pull out the short weapon to cover the pikeman's lower body, who expects them to fire a second time? ?”

In your old man's eyes, those electric guns are enough to kill one, but you can earn money by killing two?Qi Hu couldn't laugh or cry, for him who was used to being poor, this kind of local tyrant's style of play was unimaginable.

Yang Menglong said to himself: "No, even if there are two hundred electric guns, the firepower is still not enough... Should we build dozens of gun carts, each equipped with forty or fifty gun barrels, and charge when encountering the enemy cavalry? Let the cannon fire when the time comes? It should be very feasible..."

Qi Hu and Han Peng almost fell down, looked at Yang Menglong with infinite admiration, and screamed in their hearts: "Boss, you must be so insane to come up with such a ghostly idea!"

In fact, they wronged Yang Menglong.These weird thoughts of his are completely a kind of inertial thinking. As a good young man in the 21st century who has seen the spectacular images of rocket launches in movies countless times, "firepower is paramount, complete suppression" has become the minimum for military fans and puppet military fans. According to common sense, let him take a musketeer team to fight that can only fire two or three volleys in one minute, and must reach within 1 meters to kill people. It is better to kill him.What muskets hit the cavalry, the spears are weak, the cannons are endless, the muskets are endless, the cavalry are endless, this kind of ghostly play that scares you to death if you can't kill it is him. My favorite!

Han Peng and Qi Hu now agree that their boss's brain is out of order, and his thinking is not on the same level as theirs. If they continue to talk to him, they should vomit blood.Fortunately, their boss will occasionally be a little more normal, such as now...

"Hey, it's too early to say these things now. Without good steel, all gods and horses are just floating clouds. Let's refine the steel first and then talk about it..."

Han Peng was so excited that he was about to cry, thank God, boss, your brain has not been completely burned out, and you still know how to pay close attention to the material!In order to prevent the boss from thinking about it again and again, he quickly echoed: "Yes, yes, steel is very important. Without good steel, it is impossible to build high-quality weapons'!"

Qi Hu also quickly said: "Isn't it! The Mo Dao in the Tang Dynasty was once a nightmare for the nomadic cavalry in the north. However, in the Song Dynasty, this sharp weapon to restrain the cavalry disappeared from the army. The reason is that the Mo Dao was cast by The steel was too expensive and the craftsmanship was too complex. The Song army could not afford the equipment, so they had to use large axes instead of mo knives and mazha knives instead of horizontal knives..."

Yang Menglong's eyes lit up: "Mo Dao? Mo Dao is good. It's too bloody to split the man and horse in half with one knife! You say, how about we copy Mo Dao and form a Mo Dao team?"

Definitely can't communicate!

Qi Hu spat out a mouthful of blood, announcing the honorable death of this veteran.

Han Peng barely suppressed the urge to vomit blood, and said: "Modao is good, but do you know how expensive it is? A Modao weighs forty or fifty catties at least, and it's all made of fine steel. Where do we come from?" So much steel?"

Yang Menglong said impatiently: "How many times have I told you that steel is the least of the problems! Just wait for me. After the autumn harvest, I will organize people to build a steel-making blast furnace and smelt excellent steel for you to see!" With a roll of his eyes, his mind returned to reality: "But the most urgent task is to build some suitable equipment for the brothers first... This kind of equipment does not require a blast furnace, and the steel tongs can suffice..."

Han Peng directly made him faint, and decisively declared his death.

After sending the two away, Yang Menglong returned to the study without much interest, took the paper and pen, and began to design the weapon of war in his mind.Mo Dao is a sharp weapon to restrain cavalry. The heavy infantry of the Tang army, wearing heavy armor and holding Mo Dao, faced the rain of arrows poured over by the northern cavalry. , The knife flashed, and the flesh and blood flew across the scene. This kind of scene made people's blood boil, and the blood was surging. There is no reason why such a good stuff should not be produced. Yes, the Mo knife must be produced.But, what should this Mo Dao look like?Is it scimitar-shaped or sword-shaped?It's so difficult!By the way, there is also this gun cart. A gun cart has fifty barrels, which is equivalent to fifty musketeers. Moreover, the gun cart is completely enclosed, so you don’t have to be afraid of sharp arrows. It is equivalent to an ancient armored car. It's also a good thing, and it must be produced.But... But why is this brush so difficult to use, I can't draw the shape of the car after drawing again and again... Little General Yang is holding the brush, gritting his teeth and scribbling on the white paper. He won't sleep until he draws well!It's just that the harder he tried to draw, the worse it became. His hands were covered with ink, and even his face was stained a lot. He was as embarrassing as he could be.

When Xiao Yufang rubbed her wet hair with a dry towel and walked into the study, she happened to see this black cat scribbled there, with ink needles on its hands and face, and she laughed out loud.Yang Menglong was awakened by her laughter, raised his head to look at Xiao Yufang who was trembling with laughter, and then looked at his horrific "works". The picture of the chariot battle was poked violently, and he shouted angrily: "I won't draw it, I won't draw it, I'm so mad!"

Xiao Yufang laughed even harder: "What are you painting, making yourself look like you've been sprayed by a cuttlefish."

Frustrated, Yang Menglong handed over a dozen drawings: "This is the weapon I designed for my army!" He looked at Xiao Yufang and said seriously, "Don't look at my ugly drawing, but these weapons are actually The power is really amazing!”

Xiao Yufang couldn't stop laughing: "Okay, okay, I believe the power of the weapon you designed is amazing, but... what are these?" surprise.

Yang Menglong said proudly: "Mo Dao! The Mo Dao that can split cavalrymen and horses in half!"

Xiao Yufang's beautiful eyes and eyebrows turned into a crescent moon: "Modao? Why do I look at it like a caterpillar?"

Yang Menglong blushed, and his morale was hit hard: "This... it's just because my drawing skills are not good enough. In fact, Mo Dao is very powerful and domineering!"

Xiao Yufang put the mighty and domineering Mo Dao drawing aside and picked up another one: "What is this again?"

Yang Menglong said: "The armored vehicle I designed! This kind of chariot is covered with iron skin, making it invulnerable to swords and guns, with perforations reserved inside, and fifty barrels lined up. The firepower is fierce. Only a dozen such armored vehicles will be able to destroy the building. The slave cavalry beat them so badly that even their mother couldn't recognize them!"

Xiao Yufang laughed straight: "This is a chariot? Why does it look like a big steamed bun to me? Well, this one is also, this one is too!" She didn't give any face, and criticized Yang Menglong's proud work to nothing.

Yang Menglong yelled in anger, baring his teeth and claws: "You hit me on purpose, didn't you? It's too much, believe it or not, let me show you some color now?"

Xiao Yufang is not afraid of him at all, she has known him for several months, and she has completely figured out this guy's character.This guy is like a aggressive little leopard, the more aggressive you are, the more he will fight you, but when facing the weak with no power, he has no interest in bullying him. To put it bluntly, It means that the strong fight and the weak obey, so there is no need to be afraid of him at all.On the contrary, if he is afraid, he is afraid of himself, because he has to cook three meals a day for him. If she loses his temper, he will just wait until he is hungry.But he was so angry that she could not irritate him anymore. She put down the shapeless manuscript, wiped the water from her hair with a towel, sat down, picked up a brush, and said, "Tell me the shape and size of this thing." , I'll help you draw, or else I don't know when you're going to draw."

Now Yang Menglong was happy: "That's plausible!" He sat down, propped his chin with his hands, and gestured with his hands: "Let's draw the crossbow machine first. The crossbow machine I want to build is four feet long, and the arrow is one foot long." , the arrowhead is triangular in shape, there is a hopeful mountain on the crossbow machine for aiming, and there is also a butt... just like my crossbow machine, the butt rests on the shoulder blade, and the shoulder bears the recoil when the crossbow machine is fired , instead of being carried by the arms..."

The pen in Xiao Yufang's hand moved with his description. It was really strange. It was also a brush. No matter how he used it, the things he drew were all black, but the lines she drew were extremely thin and extremely fine. Neatly, even if he were to use a drawing pen, he might not be able to draw such beautiful lines!Yang Menglong was completely convinced. The wisdom of the ancients was truly incredible. As for playing with brushes, he felt inferior...

(End of this chapter)