How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

He grabbed Sun Yuanhua's hand and asked urgently.

"Brother Chuyang, do you know how much gunpowder is still hidden in the Gunpowder Bureau?"

Ok?

Sun Yuanhua was confused by Li Xin's urgency.

At the same time, I was confused about the problem.

amount……

Sir, this is not the question you should ask.

You are a Guanshan Taibao, in charge of the renovation of the imperial mausoleum. Although you are a genius and full of knowledge, you cannot touch the Gunpowder Bureau.

The inventory of the Gunpowder Bureau is a top-secret matter, related to the situation of the Liaodong war.

If Jin Yiwei finds out that a person who has fornicated with slaves is labeled as a slave, we will not be able to live with it.

"Uh...Mr. Feng, this...this...hehe...this..."

Sun Yuanhua stammered, not knowing how to answer the other party.

Li Xin sighed in his heart, and the sparks that originally appeared in his eyes dimmed.

Even Sun Yuanhua, the gunpowder reserve, didn't dare to let him know.

Don't mention what happened next.

Li Xin originally thought of asking Sun Yuanhua to secretly flood the gunpowder depot and scrap all the tens of thousands of tons of gunpowder inside.

In this case, if it explodes tomorrow, it will definitely weaken a lot of power.

After all, ancient explosions are different from modern ones. Without additional factors such as electricity, gas, and oil, the shock wave will be greatly reduced.

Maybe nearly 10,000 fewer people will die by then.

pity……

Li Xin decisively gave up the idea, knowing that even if he told him, Sun Yuanhua would not believe it.

How can one bear the crime of killing the Nine Clans so easily?

"Huh...hehe, I just asked casually, Chu Yang, don't think too much about it."

Seeing that Mr. Feng was joking, Sun Yuanhua was relieved.

"Sir, I wonder what business you have with Chuyang?"

Li Xin sighed in his heart, secretly thinking that if he could save anyone, then it would be enough.

It would be a pity for such an outstanding weapons expert to die in this big explosion.

"Haha, nothing's wrong. Brother Chuyang, your master and I have just developed a new type of firecracker."

"Oh?"

really.

As soon as he heard about the firearms, Sun Yuanhua's whole appearance changed.

The decadence on his face was wiped away, and his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Sir, what's the new fire gun?"

Li Xin said lightly: "Haha, it's not new at all. I carved rifling in the barrel, which greatly increased the effective shooting distance of the bird gun..."

In fact, Li Xin was busy with his own planning and had no time to think about developing firearms in the past few years.

And he also understood that the Ming Dynasty did not die because of backward weapons, but because of party strife and internal strife.

Otherwise, how could Jiannu's group of Eight Banners soldiers, who only knew how to hold knives and shoot arrows, defeat the Ming army with muskets and cannons?

Therefore, he did not put any effort into firearms.

But at this moment, in order to coax Sun Yuanhua, he couldn't care less.

Most of the firearms in the late Ming Dynasty were still outdated matchlock guns, and even flintlock guns were not popular.

He casually came up with a theory of rifling on a gun barrel, which could change the entire history of the development of weapons in the Ming Dynasty.

Because at this moment, rifle technology is still stuck in the first and second generations.

The first generation of matchlocks is about to be phased out, and the second generation of flintlock guns are beginning to appear on the world stage.

After flintlock muskets dominated the world for more than 200 years, they were replaced by flintlock rifled muskets in the 19th century.

Flintlock rifled guns accompanied mankind for several decades, and the emergence of Mini bullets changed the entire form of warfare. From then on, guns began to become the mainstream of the world.

"Rifling? Increase effective shooting range?"

Sun Yuanhua took it seriously, and became more and more excited when he heard the terms he had never heard before.

"Sir, please tell me, what exactly is rifling? How much can it increase the shooting distance."

Li Xin shook his head mysteriously.

"Chu Yang, haha, rifling is to carve a curve in the barrel, allowing the lead bullet to increase its range through high-speed rotation."

"As for the increase...your master and I haven't had time to test it yet. He hopes you can witness it with your own eyes."

"Ah...this...I wonder when sir and my master will start the experiment?"

Sun Yuanhua became more and more impatient and wanted to rush to Tianshou Mountain immediately to see the power of this rifling with his own eyes.

Li Xin smiled and said: "What do you think? Brother Chuyang, why did I come to you in such a hurry? There will be a test tonight. I wonder if Brother Chuyang can participate?"

"Tonight..."

Sun Yuanhua looked embarrassed.

The Gunpowder Bureau has been working overtime these days, and he happens to have to stay up all night to register the number of shells shipped from the factory. How can he get away with it?

"Increase the range by at least five hundred steps!"

Unexpectedly, Li Xin took a strong medicine and made Sun Yuanhua jump up.

"Five hundred steps!!!"

Sun Yuanhua is going crazy.

You know, even the most sophisticated bird guns today only have a range of a hundred steps, which is about a hundred meters.

The fire blunderbuss in the hands of the Westerners can hit a little further, only one hundred and fifty steps.

Five hundred steps?

Don't even think about it!

Is this still a fucking gun?

This is a smaller version of the Hongyi cannon!

How can it be!

Sun Yuanhua's eyes turned red and he stammered: "Sir, is this...is this true?"

Li Xin smiled lightly.

"You entered the Ming Dynasty with such a high-speed machine, remember the principles I gave."

Sun Yuanhua:......

Sir, do you want to fucking listen to what you're talking about?

"Just say whether you want to go or not?"

Li Xin urged again, how could Sun Yuanhua dare to hesitate.

"Go, go! Sir, please wait for me. I'll give Mr. Zhang a holiday. I'll be here right away. I'll be here right away."

After saying that, Sun Yuanhua ran towards the gunpowder bureau in a panic.

Only Li Xin was left on the spot with his hands behind his back, looking at the people passing by and sighing quietly.

Could it be that only one person, Sun Yuanhua, could be saved?

It was getting dark and he was completely desperate.

"Mr. Feng! Shen asked you to find it. It's so hard."

Unexpectedly, when he was stunned, a voice quietly sounded behind him.

Li Xin turned around and was startled to see that it was Qianhu Shen Lian, the Jinyi Guard.

Shen Lian clasped his fists slightly and whispered.

"Sir, I believe that His Highness the King has invited me, and I may be able to... relieve your worries."

When Li Xin heard this, his desperate heart became excited again.