Lord of Ming Dynasty

Zhang Qiang laughed and waved his hands, "Okay, pardon you, this is the prefect Zhou's arrangement, and his arrangement is my arrangement."

Francis became happy, and immediately hit the iron while it was hot: "My lord, when can we let us go back?"

Zhang Qiang frowned.

Seeing Zhang Qiang's gloomy face, Francis immediately knelt down on the ground again and kowtowed vigorously, "My lord, the villain should be damned, the villain should be damned, please be magnanimous, don't care about the villain, just treat the villain as a fart, let him go!" It's gone."

Zhang Qiang squinted at Zhou Congee, Zhou Congee covered his mouth and said with a smile: "My lord, this Francis and the people around him have learned badly, and they can speak witty words."

"Hahaha" Zhang Qiang raised his head and laughed.

After laughing, Zhang Qiang said to Francis with a straight face, "Why can't I keep you here?"

"My lord, my villain is willing to stay." Francis hurriedly kowtowed, bleeding from his forehead.

Zhang Qiang saw that his reddish-brown Portuguese military uniform looked like it hadn't been changed for several years, and it was filthy beyond recognition.

His heart softened, and he said to Zhou Porridge: "Give him a few clean military uniforms, since he works for us, we can't treat him badly."

Zhou Congee said beside him, "It's my lord."

Zhang Qiang said to Francis: "Get up."

Francis stood up, his forehead was bleeding, but he didn't dare to wipe it. Zhang Qiang took out a white handkerchief from his body, gently wiped the blood on his forehead, and said softly, "As long as you are willing to If I work, I won't treat you badly, and as for you want to go home, then you can go home after completing the task I entrusted to you."

Francis whispered: "But my lord, you don't have so many broken firearms for the villain to repair."

Zhang Qiang said: "Didn't you make the Portuguese matchlock gun?"

Zhang Qiang handed him the handkerchief and asked him to wipe his forehead. He looked at him and said, "Make me a matchlock gun, and make one matchlock to repair two broken ones. Is that okay?"

Francis rolled his eyes, and a happy smile appeared on his face, "My lord, are you serious?"

Zhang Qiang patted his chest and said: "Once a word is spoken, it is hard to follow. You are very proficient in Chinese, I think you know what I mean."

Francis was happy for a while, and immediately showed an ugly expression, as if swallowing a stool.

Zhou Congee was upset, "Why don't you accept the grace of your lord?"

Francis said in embarrassment: "No, Mr. Zhou, everything here is very backward. I can't make [-] matchlock guns even if I wait for these people in ten years. With such a small number of people, one barrel can be produced a month." , not necessarily qualified, isn’t this imprisoning us people in disguise?”

Zhang Qiang frowned, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Qiang didn't understand, those traversers were so awesome, they produced only [-] arquebus guns in less than a year, and when they came to him, they brought in a Portuguese who had worked in a firearms factory and also Having served in the army and navy, and a blacksmith, such a guy who fits perfectly with the Portuguese blue-collar skilled worker, how could he be embarrassed by a mere [-] primitive muskets?

It is necessary to know that in the history of the development of muskets, matchlock guns can be regarded as the most primitive muskets. This is Zhang Qiang's memory.

Francis walked up to the lathe just now, "Look, my lord, I have to adjust these lathes repeatedly, and then operate it myself. With the help of the students, I only made a hundred matchlock guns in half a year. Master Zhou, you sent so many students and captives to the villain so that the villain can produce seventeen matchlock guns a month, which is considered fast."

"Actually, these arquebus guns are made by the few of us, and the excellent barrels are produced by the five of us. My lord, fifty thousand arquebus guns, two hundred a year, with such efficiency, what do you get? Time."

"So do you have a way to increase production?" Zhang Qiang asked.

Francis shook his head, "My lord, there is nothing I can do. The main reason is that there are no skilled technicians here. In Portugal, they are all produced in well-equipped large factories. There are many technicians and mature craftsmanship, so they can produce quickly. I used to It’s just that I’ve been a mechanic for a while, but I’m not a mechanic who actually produces muskets, and I haven’t been in a big factory, so if you let a villain do this, it can be said that it’s hard to drive ducks to the shelves.”

Zhang Qiang looked at him and stroked his chin, "Is that so." He turned to Zhou Porridge and said, "Didn't we capture another thirty artillerymen and a hundred Portuguese prisoners?"

Zhou Congee said: "Yes, my lord, they were all sent from Fujian last month. The emperor doesn't need these people, and he doesn't know how to deal with them."

"Call them all to Francis,"

Zhang Qiang felt that since Daming people are not good enough and have poor knowledge and technical literacy, shouldn't it be enough to use you Portuguese?

Francis said: "Sir, having these people may not necessarily increase production. These people are just soldiers, not mechanics. Maybe they are not as good as the Ming students I teach now."

That's how it is. After talking about it for a long time, it's limited by productivity. It's easy to handle.

Chapter 132 Armory [-]

Because of the lack of talents and low productivity, the production of matchlock guns could not be increased. Zhang Qiang wanted to see how they did it.

Zhang Qiang said to Francis: "You guys make a gun, from the beginning to the end, show me."

Immediately, Francis commanded his subordinates and those Daming students he taught to get busy.

The preparation of materials was chaotic, and the compound was filled with people and materials in an instant.

The sound of yelling, the sound of iron striking, and the sound of tuning machines.

Running around, it's okay to be messy.

Zhou Porridge explained from the side: "Over there is a carpenter who makes gun stocks and handles, and is making gun stocks."

"That's where the gun is made, the trigger that pulls the trigger of the matchlock gun."

"The fire is being made over there, and the barrel is being made, and the barrel is made of two layers of refined iron plates,"

"Over there, Francis is adjusting the machine. It seems that he wants to drill the unfinished barrel just now, and then continue to use that barrel. Otherwise, it is estimated that half of the barrel will be drilled. In one month, although it was divided into more than a dozen groups, each group had to be drilled by Francis for the last time. The students were only roughly drilled. He drilled it again and polished the inner wall of the barrel, which would take a long time, so at this moment, he can only use the barrel that has been finalized quickly."

Zhang Qiang took off a matchlock gun that had already been manufactured from the wall beside him. Some decorative patterns on the gun were very unique and beautiful. There were a few iron hoops on the barrel, and the butt was wrapped with iron hoops. die.

Everyone was busy until the next morning before they finished manufacturing a Portuguese matchlock gun, which was basically processed from off-the-shelf parts.

Francis reloaded it himself, and it took almost 3 minutes to finish reloading, and then fired a shot.

It hit a three-inch thick wooden plank 70 meters away, and the plank shattered immediately. The power is very good.

Then a layer of iron armor was replaced, and one shot missed from 70 meters away, and it took five shots to hit, and the iron armor was penetrated.

Two layers of iron armor, 70 meters without penetration, 60 meters just penetrated, 50 meters, directly penetrated.

Compared with the firecrackers of the Ming army and the shotguns of the Qing army, this is already very powerful.

The use of three-stage shooting can offset the speed of the Qing army's archers, but this distance is still not safe. It only takes ten seconds for the enemy's cavalry to sprint 70 meters away, which is equivalent to ten to fifteen breaths.

Moreover, the most elite white armor of the Qing army is three layers of armor, one layer of iron armor, one layer of chain armor, and one layer of cotton armor, and the innermost layer of cotton armor can offset the impact of the bullet, making the bullet roll inside the cotton armor, and then Lost the power to continue to penetrate.

This is a Portuguese matchlock gun without an extended barrel. If the barrel is extended, it should be able to penetrate two layers of armor at a distance of 70 meters.

At a distance of 50 meters, it can almost penetrate three layers of armor.

At a distance of 30 meters, even the low-quality firecrackers of the Ming army can directly penetrate the Qing soldiers with double armor, but the firecrackers of the Ming army were defeated because they did not have iron-like discipline. At a distance of 30 meters, no one Standing there stupidly, facing the heavy arrows of the Qing soldiers and shooting at the Qing soldiers, this is the reason for the failure of the Ming army, courage and discipline.

If the morale of Zhang Qiang's troops is strong, even if the Qing soldiers rush into the formation of the firecrackers, the firecrackers will not flee, but will fight. Will deliberately improve this kind of melee combat ability, thankless effort, in the future it will be the era of hot and other weapons that the two sides directly shoot at each other from a distance.

"Put the iron armor at a distance of 90 meters." Zhang Qiang said.

At a distance of 90 meters, Francois fired ten shots, and only five shots hit the iron armor. The hit rate is 30%. This hit rate is a bit low. A worse type of gun, this is Francois, if you let your own musketeer troops, plus the kind of battlefield that tests people's psychological quality and is relatively chaotic, the hit rate may be less than 20%, which is also British. The reason why the lobster soldiers often have to approach the enemy at a distance of [-] meters or even closer to [-] meters.