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

The blade is about half a foot long, thin and thin. It is said to be a sharp blade, but it is actually more like a long and straight fishbone.

Looking against the sun, you can even faintly see the light and shadow on the opposite side.

"gun!"

Zhu Zhangui did not dare to try the blade.

Judging by the appearance alone, this blade is definitely extremely sharp.

Zhu Zhangui intends to test whether, as the old Taoist said, he can cut through any steel in the world.

Hu Yu raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger in the distance.

With a "bang", the gunpowder and bullets in the gun were shot out.

Zhu Zhangui took the empty gun, holding the gun in one hand and the blade in the other, and the two touched each other with a light stroke.

There is no resistance.

The seamless steel pipe produced in the supermarket was cut off as if it were made of mud.

Seeing such sharpness, the people around gasped.

Everyone present knew how hard the steel pipe of the gun barrel was.

In order to study the rifling of guns, many master craftsmen have thought of countless ways to make blades, but in the end they all use this barrel, there is no way.

Unexpectedly, what they thought was the hardest steel pipe in the world would be cut off by an inconspicuous small blade like cutting mud.

Seeing the neat, smooth and burr-free incision, everyone was shocked.

Looking at the neat incision, and then at the thin blade without traces of curling or forging, Zhu Zhangui was ecstatic.

With this thin blade, the rifling of the gun is not an issue.

Carefully putting the thin blade back into the sheath, Zhu Zhangui looked at the old Taoist and asked respectfully.

"Dare to ask the chief, how to forge this blade, as long as the chief can tell, and the promise made by the chief, as long as it does not violate the laws of Ming Dynasty and human morality, I will go all out!"

The old Taoist squeezed his beard and shook his head.

"This blade was obtained by my ancestors. According to it, it has been passed down for thousands of years. According to ancient records, there was a sudden thunder and lightning on a mountain at that time. After the lightning disappeared, I sent ancestors to investigate and found this blade!"

Zhu Zhangui narrowed his eyes, and asked with shortness of breath.

"Where is the land of thunder and lightning!"

The old Taoist shook his head regretfully.

"I don't know, it hasn't been recorded. People of later generations also searched for it, but they found nothing."

Zhu Zhangui sighed regretfully.

If you can find a few more, rifled guns can appear in large numbers.

But one is more or less enough.

With the sharpness of this thin blade, it is no problem to pull out the rifling of nearly a hundred guns every day.

Over time, it is enough to replace the army.

Carefully putting away the blade, Zhu Zhangui looked at the white grains the size of millet that fell on the ground.

Seeing Zhu Zhangui's attention to the first item, the old Taoist introduced with a smile.

"This object is called Tianlei Sand, and it is made of mercury and some special items. It was accidentally discovered by an ancestor I sent, and there is a sound of flames and explosions when it hits!"

Finally, he said something with a smile.

"My ancestors often used him as a palm thunder lake to fool people and women!"

After the introduction, under the expectation of Zhu Zhangui, the old Taoist took out a needle and gently stuck it on a piece of Tianlei sand.

"Snapped!"

There was a soft sound, and Tianleisha, who was pinned by the Taoist priest, burst into a small flame.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Zhangui's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand like Hu Yu.

"gunpowder!"

Hu Yu understood the meaning in an instant, took out a round of fixed powder, poured it on a stone, and then carefully took out a grain of Tianleisha, and put it on the gunpowder.

"Use the long silver needle!"

After preparing everything, Hu Yu respectfully borrowed the silver needle from the old Taoist priest.

Then he squeezed the silver needle in his hand, and stabbed it directly on the Tianlei sand without blinking his eyes.

"boom!.

"

The gunpowder was instantly ignited, and Hu Yu wiped the silver needle clean and returned it to the old Taoist priest, not caring about his blackened hands.

"Good guy!"

The old Taoist gave Hu Yu a thumbs up in appreciation.

Hu Yu smiled and retreated behind Zhu Zhangui.

Passing the bamboo tube containing Tianlei sand and the precious blade tube to Lao He behind him, Zhu Zhangui whispered a few words in his ear.

Lao He nodded at the old Taoist priest, said his goodbyes with a smile, and then quickly turned and left.

After watching Lao He leave, Zhu Zhangui smiled and cupped his hands at Lao Dao.

"It's a certain honor to meet Taoist priest today. I don't know if the chief will show his face and have a few drinks with the boy!"

"Haha, it is an honor for the old Taoist to dine with His Royal Highness, please."

Zhu Zhangui's requirements for the craftsman camp are to use one generation, prepare one generation, and study one generation.

It's just that it's just getting started, and it's impossible to prepare for the next generation.

But for the firearms research department, the next generation of concept guns has already been prepared.

That is a breech-loading rifle.

As for the front-loading rifles, they are defined as the modified version of this generation for use.

No man can refuse the temptation of guns, and Zhu Zhangui is the same.

He also likes guns very much. He had toy guns when he was a child, and an air gun for shooting birds when he was a teenager. When he grew up, he also went to a shooting club to experience real guns.

It's a pity that he can't own a gun of his own due to national laws.

But he has seen some documentaries and materials in this regard.

Coupled with the reason of war movies, he also has a certain understanding of the development of guns.

Zhu Zhangui designated the first-generation gun used by the Shenji Camp as a rifled flintlock.

But at present, it seems that the rifled flintlock may not be used.

The second-generation gun is the back hall rifle in a paper shell.

The reason why copper is not used is not only the lack of technological foundation, but also the lack of raw materials.

As for directly replacing it with steel like in later generations, Daming's craftsman skills can't reach that status for the time being.

When Zhu Zhangui invited the Taoist priest to a banquet, Lao He hurried to the gun research and development department with two things.First update@

"Master Wang, don't hold the meeting, I have something to ask you!"

Zhu Zhangui came to inspect today, but the firearms department did not have any results, which made the face-conscious Master Wang feel a little dull, and felt that he was ashamed of Zhu Zhangui's trust.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that the steam engine department had achieved great results, which hit him like a whip.

After Zhu Zhangui left, he hurriedly summoned everyone to hold a meeting to study how to make a new generation of guns.

As a result, as soon as the meeting started, Lao He hurried in and interrupted the meeting.

"What's wrong with Manager He? Did His Highness have orders!"

Seeing Lao He's serious appearance, Master Wang hurriedly greeted him and asked nervously.

Old He shook his head.

"Don't ask, go get the concept gun from the counter!"

Although Master Wang was a little curious about what was going on, seeing Lao He's serious look, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, turned around and ran to the counter, and took out the concept gun on display.

After taking the concept gun handed over by Master Wang, Lao He quickly ordered.

"I need a master rifling master with precise craftsmanship, and a master master who makes paper shell bullets for concept guns."

Master Wang's eyes lit up, he quickly turned around and called an old craftsman over.

The three walked into a laboratory, and Lao He took out the bamboo tube and the sharp knife, and began to explain it to the two.

The eyes of the two became brighter as they listened, and finally waved their hands excitedly, and began to process the concept gun under the arrangement of Lao He.

A morning passed slowly.

The three scrapped five concept guns before they came up with satisfactory results.

The reason why so many were scrapped was because the sharp blade was too sharp, and the master who pulled the rifling did not control the force well, and several guns were scrapped.

"It's okay this time!"

Looking at the gun placed in front of him, he repaired it very smoothly.

The flat 5 rounds of bullets followed Lao He who had been busy all morning, wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked Master Wang.

Master Wang hesitated for a moment, picked up the gun and bullets to check several times, and then nodded.

"It should be fine!"

Lao He opened his mouth, originally wanting to say that I shouldn't, but thinking that it was really not easy to do this in such a short period of time, he could only nod in approval.

Reaching out to take out the walkie-talkie on his body, Lao He fiddled with it a few times, and said to the walkie-talkie.

"Your Highness, it's finished. Should I send it over here, or come over here!"

Master Wang and the old craftsman scratched their heads in doubt, not understanding what kind of stupid He Guanshi committed, how could he talk to a small box?

But just when the two were about to ask questions, a voice suddenly came out of the small black box in Guanshi He's hand.

"Guard He, Your Highness said that he will be there in a while, and asked you to wait for him at the shooting range."

"Alright Guard Hu, I see, I'll go to the shooting range and wait."

After confirming the experimental site, Lao He put the walkie-talkie into a delicate small bag with a bewildered expression on the faces of a group of people in the firearms research department, took off the sharp blade, put it away carefully, and walked out of the firearms department with the gun in his arms.

But as soon as he stepped out of the door, he looked back suspiciously, and looked at the people in his firearms research department in a daze.

"What are you looking at me for, let's go!".

Chapter 203: Immortals and demons are nothing but tall tricks to deceive people.

Artisan Camp, on the way to the shooting range.

Zhu Zhangui and the old Taoist walked forward while chatting.

At the dinner table, the old Taoist didn't say his name, but said that the name was just a code name. Zhu Zhangui called him the old Taoist, the stinky cow nose, or the Taoist leader.

Regarding its sect, the other party also briefly said something.

The sect that the old Taoist belongs to is not a Taoist sect. The reason why he dressed up as a Taoist priest is mainly to play tricks on those foolish people and women, so that he can have some food and drink in normal times.

According to the old Taoist priests, their sect originated in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and the people they sent were walking human-shaped history books.

Old Taoists can tell a thing or two about many unknown secrets in ancient times.

However, even though it is a sect, they did not recruit disciples widely, but passed it on by a single person.

When the disciples of the previous generation reach the end of their lifespan, they will choose a successor and pass on all the knowledge they have learned in their lifetime to the other party, so that the sect will continue to pass on.

The old Taoist went down the mountain this time because he counted that his life span was near the end, so he went down the mountain to select his disciples.

When Zhu Zhangui heard the other party say this, his first reaction was that he was treated like the protagonist, and the other party wanted to accept him as a disciple.

The old Taoist seemed to understand Zhu Zhangui's reaction, and smiled to dispel Zhu Zhangui's concerns.

In the words of the old Taoist priests, people in their sect would not accept royal people as disciples.