Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day
Chapter 59
Guns are dangerous things.
Heidi has been an actor for many years, and is quite familiar with the ways of filming, but now when she actually comes into contact with these old-fashioned and cumbersome things, she feels a little surprised.
Compared with the small and pocket pistols of modern times, the spears of this era originally required two people to carry them together, but now they have been improved to look like trombones, and only muscular and strong men can fully control them.
Regardless of the weight, what is more troublesome is its impact.
When Da Vinci was controlling and testing the first three generations of guns, he once let Heidi stand as far away as possible.
The gunpowder is not stable enough, or there is a problem with the design of the barrel. Once the chamber explodes, the whole person may be blown up.
Fortunately, he was still lucky to survive.
Miss Luris was at least six feet tall, and she would not lose to anyone in fights on weekdays. Now she was trying to tame this beast-like musket in the shooting range, but was pushed to the ground several times by the recoil.
"Vaffanculo!" she cursed. "My shoulder blades were knocked off!"
"Mr. Zino, you'd better keep shooting while maintaining stability." Da Vinci slowly wiped the other long gun beside him, and said casually: "The day before yesterday, when a recruit shot, he put his face close to him. The brow bone was almost dented."
Heidi was checking the documents sent by Dejo, occasionally listening to what they were talking about.
The French did not arrive soon, they have been in Lucca for a month.
According to the news from the Medici, multiple troops set off one after another, and the Three Kingdoms Defense Alliance has officially entered the deployment state.
Heidi kept an eye out for fear of any trouble in Milan, and ordered Atalante to stay in the city to take care of the property and business, and Dejo, as the first secretary, helped her sort out various important matters.
During this stay, nothing happened in the city of Lucca, and the residents began to live a peaceful life as usual. Few people cared about the life and death of the confused old city lord - the latter completely gave up resistance in his private garden. When he was full, he snored paralyzed, and didn't bother to entangle with them any more.
Also taking advantage of this gathering period, Heidi officially decided on the name of the legion—Diamond.
She has completed the control and decentralization of mercenary groups, large and small, and all leaders have received seemingly glorious and glorious military ranks and ranks. No one has noticed that something is secretly shuffling.
Everyone is happy to see that the commission is constantly increasing, and they look decent and dignified.
However, the leader of the mercenary group's control over the stragglers is constantly being reconciled and checked.
It has to be said that her ingenious handling of interpersonal relationships in her previous life is as sharp as a blade in this era.
The Diamond Corps was divided into four divisions, with regular patrols and handovers and training exercises. Although the number of Musketeers was not large, they were all carefully selected elites.
There are only a handful of people who can master the use of flintlock guns proficiently.
Da Vinci did not expect that one day he would stand in front of a group of soldiers and teach them how to use weapons, but he also responded in a timely manner.
He was originally tall and good at talking, and his reputation in the army was also increasing day by day.
Luris once again stabilized the gun with her shoulders, aimed at the wooden target in the distance and began to aim.
About a hundred feet away from her, another man fired first—
At the moment he fired the gun, accompanied by a bursting sound, he was also hit by the spear and took a few steps back. The heavy wooden handle almost hit his forehead, which could be heard from a long distance away. A howl.
The wooden target stood there perfectly, without any gunpowder being touched.
...Why did Leo not have any flaws in his control when he fired the gun?
Heidi signed her name on the military order and looked up to see the situation on the field.
They were originally continuously strengthening the explosive power and lethality of the flintlock, but judging from the current situation, this may not be a good thing.
She narrowed her eyes slightly to make sure she had missed something.
Guns in this era don't have grips.
Although she has never experienced war, she also knows what that thing looks like on TV.
It seems that the guns used by the armies of various countries are not the same, and the shape of the grip is also different.
There are plenty of triangles—and in simple geometry, triangles connote stability.
But there is also the vertical grip, which seems to be quite popular as well.
Heidi thought for a while, and signaled Leonardo to come to her side.
The other party had just wiped half of the burst cannon, and when he saw the gesture, he ran over quickly with a rag.
"what's up?"
"I don't know much about mechanical analysis..." She took out a discarded manuscript, turned it over and drew a sketch: "If you add a Will the grip be more stable?"
The first is shock absorption and stability, and the second is to allow people to better control shooting accuracy.
Da Vinci frowned, took the pencil and sat beside him.
He is a very good mathematician, and even the design of the dome of the Milan Cathedral had his share.
"You drew two kinds in total," he murmured, "Triangle, and the other one is the grip perpendicular to the ground and the barrel?"
"I'm not sure where they should be on the lever," Heidi explained. "Do you find this useful?"
Da Vinci has already started to calculate quickly, and has no time to respond to her question.
Charcoal draws force analysis diagrams with different key points on the paper, different arrows and numerical values mark the acceptance points and dispersion capabilities, and there are also shape sketches of different grips.
They began experimenting with the effects of grip position and shape the next day.
Da Vinci made a movable grip stabilizer overnight, and made four types of grips according to their common idea.
Not too heavy, not too light, and has a solid balance of recoil.
Luris muttered that the mathematician was hypocritical, and he still participated in this experiment with others.
The result came out quite quickly, so smooth that even Heidi was a little surprised.
The right-angle front grip can reduce the recoil in both vertical and horizontal directions, and it is quite convenient to grasp.
Although the vertical grip can greatly reduce the rise of the muzzle and effectively suppress the muzzle, it will still cause the ballistic to deviate significantly.
The talented craftsmen directly changed the sketch of the flintlock gun, designed the wooden groove for the handle, and found the most suitable entry point.
More and more targets were blown up in the Musket Battalion, and they all piled up like firewood piles.
Heidi let out a long sigh of relief, and began to deal with another matter with Leonardo——
Fire/powder ratio.
This wonderful thing comes from the far east, and it is constantly changing and changing due to the factors of war.
Simply put, gunpowder is mainly composed of three things-fire nitrate, charcoal, and sulfur.
Kindling, incendiary, explosive.
It is precisely because of its existence that untrained peasants can penetrate the armor of knights, and the war and chaos in Europe continue to intensify.
"To put it simply, the roughest ratio now is 8:1:1." Da Vinci took her to see the smelting process in the arsenal, and explained in a low voice: "But this is not the correct answer."
"How do you know?" Heidi observed the drawings of the cannon and the crossbow, and walked with him to the gunpowder preparation room.
“实验。”达芬奇摇头道:“我试过6:3:1,还有7:2:2,总是差一点东西。”
Either the burning speed is too fast but the explosion is small, or the explosion power is too strong but unstable. This ratio has not been adjusted to the most golden position.
Heidi paused, and thought carefully: "What about the specific percentage?"
"what?"
"Percentage?" She realized something and asked, "Don't you know the word?"
"Is it... the way of ignition?" Da Vinci shook his head: "It has nothing to do with ignition."
Heidi was stunned for a few seconds, belatedly realizing that the word was a modern Latin word.
She trusts him more than in the past few years, and doesn't mind explaining this rather modern concept at this moment: "Suppose we divide the number into one hundred, then we can make the ratio more accurate, don't we?"
"You mean, divide it like a clock?" Da Vinci paused for a moment, then repeated, "Is that what that word means?"
"Yes, out of every one hundred shares, how many shares?" Heidi directly took out her notebook from the bag and handed it to him: "You can do the math and see how to match it?"
The young man began to analyze the past data without much politeness, and she stood beside him, vaguely feeling a little funny.
Many commonplace things in modern times are like undiscovered and unobserved stars in this era.
No swings, no coke, and no percentages.
But while she lives here, she can also escape many things.
In the old decades, from the media to the TV, people talked about the rumors related to her wantonly for the sake of curiosity and entertainment, and they did not hesitate to talk about her with dirty and vicious words like 'sexpot'.
Even if she has love and enthusiasm for that country and has made inventions that can affect the world during the war, she is still a past actress who is used to write about her romantic history in the third-rate tabloids.
There are also wars in this era, and there are many old and decaying existences. People always retain awe for certain things.
For some reason, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
— a new birth.
Da Vinci's gunpowder experiment lasted for a week.
These days, even when sleeping at night, you can hear thunderous rumbles coming from the preparation area.
The wooden boards used for writing and painting are densely recorded, and various numbers are jumbled together, like some mysterious numbers.
On the eighth day, they conducted another explosion test.
Heidi sat far away, looking at the figure in the distance, a little distracted.
If you really find the most suitable ratio... Maybe the thousand-year-old city wall can be completely destroyed, and it will not be difficult to siege the city.
Before she could finish thinking, she suddenly heard a violent explosion.
The sound came like a thunderbolt, and even the ears began to beep directly in the skull.
She saw violent waves of dust surging up in the middle of the field, as if the entire land had been pierced through, and even her feet began to vibrate violently.
In the next second, the high sand and gravel fell from the sky like a scattered flood, and even Leonardo's figure was swallowed up.
"Leonardo——" Heidi turned pale and stood up suddenly, and ran over against the yellow sand that was like a torrential rain.
She didn't care about the sharp stones that almost pierced through the soles of her shoes, and she didn't care about the sand and gravel floating along the way, so she used her arms to block herself and ran over at the fastest speed.
He can't die, he can't die!
This person is no longer the mysterious and distant existence in the Louvre, nor is it a well-known existence in the history of art and engineering.
He was Leonardo, the only living, brilliant and tender Leonardo—
"Leo——" Heidi stumbled and didn't know where he was buried.
Although the distance was reserved before, the explosion this time completely exceeded everyone's imagination, and even its power was like a myth.
"leo—where are you—"
She raised her voice uncontrollably, and followed her memory to find his location.
She absolutely—absolutely cannot accept that he left this world because of this incident, Florence needs him, Milan needs him, and she can't leave him either—
In the dim and chaotic field of vision, she suddenly saw some movement in a pothole.
Heidi took a deep breath and ran over, but she slipped the moment she stepped on the rolling stone, and then her body fell down.
Instinctively, she closed her eyes, bracing herself for the pain and scratching.
But in the next second, she fell into a familiar embrace.
Leonardo lay on the bottom of the pit, holding her and let out a long breath.
In the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and gravel, the scent of figs on his body is like a warm kiss, which can give people enough sense of security just like in the horror night before.
She propped herself up in his arms unsteadily, her body was still trembling, her voice was a little hoarse: "Leo, Leo—"
He stared at her flushed eyes, and reached out to hold her tightly in his arms.
"Don't tell anyone, Heidi," he murmured, "... 78, 8, 14."
This number will change the fate of the whole of Europe.
The latter buried his face in front of his skirt and let out a long whimper.
"——78, 8, 14." She choked with sobs and grasped his hand tightly, and the two interlocked their fingers without any hesitation, their palms pressed against each other.
This is the closest they've ever been to each other.
Even their hearts finally began to touch each other.
Heidi has been an actor for many years, and is quite familiar with the ways of filming, but now when she actually comes into contact with these old-fashioned and cumbersome things, she feels a little surprised.
Compared with the small and pocket pistols of modern times, the spears of this era originally required two people to carry them together, but now they have been improved to look like trombones, and only muscular and strong men can fully control them.
Regardless of the weight, what is more troublesome is its impact.
When Da Vinci was controlling and testing the first three generations of guns, he once let Heidi stand as far away as possible.
The gunpowder is not stable enough, or there is a problem with the design of the barrel. Once the chamber explodes, the whole person may be blown up.
Fortunately, he was still lucky to survive.
Miss Luris was at least six feet tall, and she would not lose to anyone in fights on weekdays. Now she was trying to tame this beast-like musket in the shooting range, but was pushed to the ground several times by the recoil.
"Vaffanculo!" she cursed. "My shoulder blades were knocked off!"
"Mr. Zino, you'd better keep shooting while maintaining stability." Da Vinci slowly wiped the other long gun beside him, and said casually: "The day before yesterday, when a recruit shot, he put his face close to him. The brow bone was almost dented."
Heidi was checking the documents sent by Dejo, occasionally listening to what they were talking about.
The French did not arrive soon, they have been in Lucca for a month.
According to the news from the Medici, multiple troops set off one after another, and the Three Kingdoms Defense Alliance has officially entered the deployment state.
Heidi kept an eye out for fear of any trouble in Milan, and ordered Atalante to stay in the city to take care of the property and business, and Dejo, as the first secretary, helped her sort out various important matters.
During this stay, nothing happened in the city of Lucca, and the residents began to live a peaceful life as usual. Few people cared about the life and death of the confused old city lord - the latter completely gave up resistance in his private garden. When he was full, he snored paralyzed, and didn't bother to entangle with them any more.
Also taking advantage of this gathering period, Heidi officially decided on the name of the legion—Diamond.
She has completed the control and decentralization of mercenary groups, large and small, and all leaders have received seemingly glorious and glorious military ranks and ranks. No one has noticed that something is secretly shuffling.
Everyone is happy to see that the commission is constantly increasing, and they look decent and dignified.
However, the leader of the mercenary group's control over the stragglers is constantly being reconciled and checked.
It has to be said that her ingenious handling of interpersonal relationships in her previous life is as sharp as a blade in this era.
The Diamond Corps was divided into four divisions, with regular patrols and handovers and training exercises. Although the number of Musketeers was not large, they were all carefully selected elites.
There are only a handful of people who can master the use of flintlock guns proficiently.
Da Vinci did not expect that one day he would stand in front of a group of soldiers and teach them how to use weapons, but he also responded in a timely manner.
He was originally tall and good at talking, and his reputation in the army was also increasing day by day.
Luris once again stabilized the gun with her shoulders, aimed at the wooden target in the distance and began to aim.
About a hundred feet away from her, another man fired first—
At the moment he fired the gun, accompanied by a bursting sound, he was also hit by the spear and took a few steps back. The heavy wooden handle almost hit his forehead, which could be heard from a long distance away. A howl.
The wooden target stood there perfectly, without any gunpowder being touched.
...Why did Leo not have any flaws in his control when he fired the gun?
Heidi signed her name on the military order and looked up to see the situation on the field.
They were originally continuously strengthening the explosive power and lethality of the flintlock, but judging from the current situation, this may not be a good thing.
She narrowed her eyes slightly to make sure she had missed something.
Guns in this era don't have grips.
Although she has never experienced war, she also knows what that thing looks like on TV.
It seems that the guns used by the armies of various countries are not the same, and the shape of the grip is also different.
There are plenty of triangles—and in simple geometry, triangles connote stability.
But there is also the vertical grip, which seems to be quite popular as well.
Heidi thought for a while, and signaled Leonardo to come to her side.
The other party had just wiped half of the burst cannon, and when he saw the gesture, he ran over quickly with a rag.
"what's up?"
"I don't know much about mechanical analysis..." She took out a discarded manuscript, turned it over and drew a sketch: "If you add a Will the grip be more stable?"
The first is shock absorption and stability, and the second is to allow people to better control shooting accuracy.
Da Vinci frowned, took the pencil and sat beside him.
He is a very good mathematician, and even the design of the dome of the Milan Cathedral had his share.
"You drew two kinds in total," he murmured, "Triangle, and the other one is the grip perpendicular to the ground and the barrel?"
"I'm not sure where they should be on the lever," Heidi explained. "Do you find this useful?"
Da Vinci has already started to calculate quickly, and has no time to respond to her question.
Charcoal draws force analysis diagrams with different key points on the paper, different arrows and numerical values mark the acceptance points and dispersion capabilities, and there are also shape sketches of different grips.
They began experimenting with the effects of grip position and shape the next day.
Da Vinci made a movable grip stabilizer overnight, and made four types of grips according to their common idea.
Not too heavy, not too light, and has a solid balance of recoil.
Luris muttered that the mathematician was hypocritical, and he still participated in this experiment with others.
The result came out quite quickly, so smooth that even Heidi was a little surprised.
The right-angle front grip can reduce the recoil in both vertical and horizontal directions, and it is quite convenient to grasp.
Although the vertical grip can greatly reduce the rise of the muzzle and effectively suppress the muzzle, it will still cause the ballistic to deviate significantly.
The talented craftsmen directly changed the sketch of the flintlock gun, designed the wooden groove for the handle, and found the most suitable entry point.
More and more targets were blown up in the Musket Battalion, and they all piled up like firewood piles.
Heidi let out a long sigh of relief, and began to deal with another matter with Leonardo——
Fire/powder ratio.
This wonderful thing comes from the far east, and it is constantly changing and changing due to the factors of war.
Simply put, gunpowder is mainly composed of three things-fire nitrate, charcoal, and sulfur.
Kindling, incendiary, explosive.
It is precisely because of its existence that untrained peasants can penetrate the armor of knights, and the war and chaos in Europe continue to intensify.
"To put it simply, the roughest ratio now is 8:1:1." Da Vinci took her to see the smelting process in the arsenal, and explained in a low voice: "But this is not the correct answer."
"How do you know?" Heidi observed the drawings of the cannon and the crossbow, and walked with him to the gunpowder preparation room.
“实验。”达芬奇摇头道:“我试过6:3:1,还有7:2:2,总是差一点东西。”
Either the burning speed is too fast but the explosion is small, or the explosion power is too strong but unstable. This ratio has not been adjusted to the most golden position.
Heidi paused, and thought carefully: "What about the specific percentage?"
"what?"
"Percentage?" She realized something and asked, "Don't you know the word?"
"Is it... the way of ignition?" Da Vinci shook his head: "It has nothing to do with ignition."
Heidi was stunned for a few seconds, belatedly realizing that the word was a modern Latin word.
She trusts him more than in the past few years, and doesn't mind explaining this rather modern concept at this moment: "Suppose we divide the number into one hundred, then we can make the ratio more accurate, don't we?"
"You mean, divide it like a clock?" Da Vinci paused for a moment, then repeated, "Is that what that word means?"
"Yes, out of every one hundred shares, how many shares?" Heidi directly took out her notebook from the bag and handed it to him: "You can do the math and see how to match it?"
The young man began to analyze the past data without much politeness, and she stood beside him, vaguely feeling a little funny.
Many commonplace things in modern times are like undiscovered and unobserved stars in this era.
No swings, no coke, and no percentages.
But while she lives here, she can also escape many things.
In the old decades, from the media to the TV, people talked about the rumors related to her wantonly for the sake of curiosity and entertainment, and they did not hesitate to talk about her with dirty and vicious words like 'sexpot'.
Even if she has love and enthusiasm for that country and has made inventions that can affect the world during the war, she is still a past actress who is used to write about her romantic history in the third-rate tabloids.
There are also wars in this era, and there are many old and decaying existences. People always retain awe for certain things.
For some reason, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
— a new birth.
Da Vinci's gunpowder experiment lasted for a week.
These days, even when sleeping at night, you can hear thunderous rumbles coming from the preparation area.
The wooden boards used for writing and painting are densely recorded, and various numbers are jumbled together, like some mysterious numbers.
On the eighth day, they conducted another explosion test.
Heidi sat far away, looking at the figure in the distance, a little distracted.
If you really find the most suitable ratio... Maybe the thousand-year-old city wall can be completely destroyed, and it will not be difficult to siege the city.
Before she could finish thinking, she suddenly heard a violent explosion.
The sound came like a thunderbolt, and even the ears began to beep directly in the skull.
She saw violent waves of dust surging up in the middle of the field, as if the entire land had been pierced through, and even her feet began to vibrate violently.
In the next second, the high sand and gravel fell from the sky like a scattered flood, and even Leonardo's figure was swallowed up.
"Leonardo——" Heidi turned pale and stood up suddenly, and ran over against the yellow sand that was like a torrential rain.
She didn't care about the sharp stones that almost pierced through the soles of her shoes, and she didn't care about the sand and gravel floating along the way, so she used her arms to block herself and ran over at the fastest speed.
He can't die, he can't die!
This person is no longer the mysterious and distant existence in the Louvre, nor is it a well-known existence in the history of art and engineering.
He was Leonardo, the only living, brilliant and tender Leonardo—
"Leo——" Heidi stumbled and didn't know where he was buried.
Although the distance was reserved before, the explosion this time completely exceeded everyone's imagination, and even its power was like a myth.
"leo—where are you—"
She raised her voice uncontrollably, and followed her memory to find his location.
She absolutely—absolutely cannot accept that he left this world because of this incident, Florence needs him, Milan needs him, and she can't leave him either—
In the dim and chaotic field of vision, she suddenly saw some movement in a pothole.
Heidi took a deep breath and ran over, but she slipped the moment she stepped on the rolling stone, and then her body fell down.
Instinctively, she closed her eyes, bracing herself for the pain and scratching.
But in the next second, she fell into a familiar embrace.
Leonardo lay on the bottom of the pit, holding her and let out a long breath.
In the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and gravel, the scent of figs on his body is like a warm kiss, which can give people enough sense of security just like in the horror night before.
She propped herself up in his arms unsteadily, her body was still trembling, her voice was a little hoarse: "Leo, Leo—"
He stared at her flushed eyes, and reached out to hold her tightly in his arms.
"Don't tell anyone, Heidi," he murmured, "... 78, 8, 14."
This number will change the fate of the whole of Europe.
The latter buried his face in front of his skirt and let out a long whimper.
"——78, 8, 14." She choked with sobs and grasped his hand tightly, and the two interlocked their fingers without any hesitation, their palms pressed against each other.
This is the closest they've ever been to each other.
Even their hearts finally began to touch each other.
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