The veteran accomplice Wu Dasai raised the Minnie gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger calmly...

At the same time, on the other end of the earth, it was now on the dark North American continent, on the peninsula battlefield north of Richmond, the capital of Virginia, the United States, in a position of the Northern Army.

"...Prince Wu is my best friend in the East and my best friend. If it weren't for this damn war, even if I could not become the richest man in the United States with the help of Prince Wu, I would definitely become the richest man in South Carolina! They are all damn Southerners and damn slave owners. They slandered me as a spy and did not allow me to move my machinery and equipment to the Qing Dynasty. They confiscated my rubber factory, causing me to go bankrupt directly. Otherwise, I would have been lying in a mansion in Shanghai or Hankou, Qing Dynasty, and recited poetry with my beloved Jenny, tasted wine, appreciated the beautiful night, used money to shine shoes, and decorated our bedroom with gems and pearls..."

Wearing the rank of lieutenant colonel and sitting next to the campfire, the first military instructor of Wu's army, Brown, who personally taught Wu Dasai's gun technique, spitted everywhere, boasting about his deep friendship with Wu Chaoyue, the interim president and king of Zhennan. He risked his life to carry out arms trade in China. The various opportunities for him to make money provided by Wu Chaoyue, and the southern rebels who shattered his dream of making money.

The Northern Army officers and soldiers, who were crowded with bonfires, almost didn't say much. They all looked at Brown with respect and listened to Brown's boast, because many of them had seen photos of Brown and Wu Chaoyue with their own eyes, and they also knew that the current US President Lincoln had met their boss Brown, and they also knew that Brown was not lying and bragging, but stating facts and a mountain of wealth, which really missed Brown, a veteran of the American-Mexico War.

"...Young men, work hard and fight bravely. After fighting this damn war, I will take you to the distant Qing Dynasty and introduce you to the interim president of the Qing Dynasty. At that time, they may have been the official president or emperor of the Qing Dynasty. With my deep friendship with him, he will definitely give you a chance to make money and make you rich..."

It was still when we boasted that a young Northern Sergeant said carefully: "Sir, will Prince Wu really give us a chance to make a fortune? We don't know him and have no special talents?"

"Have you ever attended a state elementary school? Can you operate a steam engine? Do you have any special skills?" Brown asked without any thought.

In front of everyone, the Northern Sergeant first took some time to recall, and then replied: "I have studied in state primary school and was admitted to state middle school. Because my family was poor, I only studied in middle school for one or two months. I can operate ordinary machines and have never touched a steam engine. But I often see it. It is definitely okay to learn how to use it. I have worked in an iron factory and I know most of the things about steelmaking, but I just don't know it."

"Then you will definitely get a high salary in the Qing Dynasty!" Brown answered firmly and said: "With your knowledge and ability, when you arrive in the Qing Dynasty, Prince Wu will definitely give a very high salary job. The technology of the Qing Dynasty is too backward. Except for Prince Wu and a very small number of Qing people, most Qing people do not even understand the most basic machinery and chemical physics. Under Wu's rule, talents like you are very needed to popularize education and teach Western technology. He will definitely not disappoint you!"

"Also, people who have not received school education also have the opportunity. Wu's army needs Western soldiers to act as instructors, teach Western military technology step by step, and the skillful skills of Western workers. So even if you can't even write your own names, you can get a well-paid job after following me to the Qing Dynasty."

He was itchy when Brown boasted. The Northern Army soldiers present were inevitably looking forward to the opportunity to travel in China that might be able to get in the future. Because it was already dark, Brown gradually became a little sleepy and said, "Okay, I'll be here tonight. Go to bed early. Only after you have enough energy can you get the energy to hit the Southerners. I'll check the sentry."

"Lieutenant Colonel, please be careful. There is a Sharp Shooter (the predecessor of the sniper) on the Sanktie position opposite us, and he will quietly fire the cold gun."

A northern soldier kindly reminded him, Brown waved his hand disdainfully and said, "The Sharp shooter of the Southern Sharp shooter can't hit me. By the way, I have never had the chance to tell you that my friends have Sharp shooters in the army of Wu. Their shooting skills are still taught by me. I also taught them the skill of lubrication of bullets with grease to increase hit rate."

Recalling his glorious past in China, Brown led several guards away from the bonfire and went to the Northern Army to inspect the checkpoints. However, because of his extensive experience in the battlefield, Brown accidentally forgot the iron rule of lowering his head during the inspection. He stood up in front of a checkpoint. A gunshot suddenly came from the South Army position opposite. A bullet flew in the darkness. If he wanted to die, he just hit Brown's abdomen, causing Brown to scream, covered his stomach and fell on the position, lamenting: "shit! Why haven't my damn bad luck been finished yet?!"

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Perhaps because of the retribution caused by the aid of the evil, Mr. Ben Jackson Brown, the first military instructor of the Wu army, has indeed been constantly writing the words over the past year. When he returned to the United States with a large handful of rubber products and arms orders issued by Wu Chaoyue, it happened to catch up with the sudden outbreak of the Civil War in the United States. The price of arms weapons soared and restricted exports. The arms orders could not be completed at all, and he missed an opportunity to make a fortune.

What's even more unlucky is that because Brown is a northerner, he helped Wu Jun establish an office in Washington, USA and had too much contact with the Northern government. Once, as Wu Jun officials met with US President Lincoln, the Southern rebels considered him a lackey of the Northern Army. He was unceremoniously confiscated the rubber factory he inherited from his father-in-law and had been opening a rubber factory in South Carolina, which caused Brown to be unable to relocate equipment and machines to China to rebuild the factory, and destroyed Brown's opportunity to monopolize Wu Jun's rubber product orders to make a fortune. At the same time, Brown, who had previously borrowed a lot of money to do arms business with Wu Chaoyue, went bankrupt directly...

Brown, who had been hit hard, had a more inclined position toward the Northern Government, and in a fit of anger, he simply joined the Northern Army. With his identity as a veteran of the medal and the connections he helped Wu Jun make when establishing an office in the United States, he quickly became an intermediate officer of the Northern Army and had the opportunity to continue to be promoted. But just when Brown was about to show his strength in the army again, bad luck was once again, and he was hit by the Southern Army's cold gun this night...

At this point, Brown couldn't help but lament. At the same time, thanks to his dear Mr. Brown's lack of understanding of the East's karma, otherwise poor Mr. Brown would have never let the sinful Wu Chaoyue go in the curse.

Fortunately, the cold gun shot by the Sharp shooter in the Southern Army did not hit Brown's key point. Brown, who was already an intermediate officer, was transferred to the battlefield hospital in the rear at the first time. After the unremitting efforts of the Northern Army's military doctors, he finally snatched Brown's life from the Satan sickle. However, Brown, who was determined to seek justice from the Southern Army himself, had to lie in the rear hospital for follow-up treatment. For a long time, he could not carry the gun to fight and settle the accounts with the Southern Army, which directly caused his wealth to be lost and bankrupt.

He put his bragging temper there and took a photo with international celebrity Wu Chaoyue. In addition, he was once in the mysterious East, Brown's hospital in the battlefield soon became the focus of attention again. Not only was the hospital bed often surrounded by idle wounded soldiers, but even the officials and doctors of the battlefield hospital often came to listen to Brown brag about the mountains, listen to Brown's friendly relations, helping Wu Chaoyue build the army, and what Brown saw and heard in China.

The attending doctor who took out the bullets in his own hands would occasionally come to listen to Brown bragging, but the attending doctor did not care about Brown's repeated missed opportunities for wealth, and did not care about Brown's help to build Wu Chaoyue. On the contrary, Brown was interested in the Wu Jun Daye Industrial Base that Brown only mentioned occasionally. He asked about the specific situation of the Daye Industrial Base several times. Unfortunately, Brown had only passed by Daye several times and had never visited the Daye Base. He could not answer all the questions raised by his attending doctor. The doctor was very regretful and could only ask: "Mr. Brown, since you said that Prince Wu's Daye Base can produce weapons and ammunition, do you know what kind of weapons can be produced in his Daye Base?"

"This..." Brown was extremely embarrassed and said, "I don't know the specifics, but I will definitely be able to produce the paper-shell bullets of the Dresser rifle. Otherwise, with the scale of his army and the frequency of combat, all bullets will definitely not be enough to buy them from the Prussians."

"Can you produce a paper-shell bullet?" The doctor's eyes lit up and he quickly asked, "Mr. Brown, can you be sure of this?"

"It should be possible, I said, Wu's direct army was equipped with Dresser rifles. It would definitely not be enough to buy bullets alone." Brown repeated his analysis and judgment and said: "And I helped Wu buy equipment and patents for producing metal bullets from Smith. Later, Wu entrusted me to purchase equipment molds for producing Henry's bead gun bullets from New Haven Weapons, so I think Wu's arsenal will definitely produce simpler paper-shell bullets."

"It's great. I didn't expect that there would be such a factory in the far east." For some reason, the doctor actually rubbed his hands with excitement. After thinking about it, the doctor simply asked: "Mr. Brown, then I'll ask another question. Do you know if Prince Wu is interested in developing new gun weapons?"

"Develop new gun weapons?" Brown was stunned and suddenly remembered the last time he visited Wu Chaoyue in Hubei. Wu Chaoyue had entrusted him with another thing, and he nodded quickly: "I am very interested. In fact, Wu once entrusted me to recruit weapons development technicians in the United States and was willing to hire high salaries, but because of this damn war, I forgot about this matter."

"That's great, great!" The doctor was even more excited and asked again: "Mr. Brown, can you please contact Prince Wu for me? I invented a new type of gun, and I need funds to continue to study and improve it. I also need to find an arsenal that is willing to invest in the production of this new weapon. I wonder if Prince Wu is interested."

"I guess he will be very interested. Wu's favorite thing is to purchase and study strange new weapons." Brown's answer made the doctor even more happy, but after the answer, Brown asked very strangely: "Doctor, aren't you a military doctor? How could he invent a new type of gun that kills people?"

"Because I don't want to see more soldiers injured and die." The doctor replied seriously: "I think the reason for the excessive casualties of soldiers is that there are too many soldiers in the army, so I think that if a gun can be invented as a lot of rifles, then there will not be so many soldiers who need to go to the battlefield, and the number of casualties will definitely drop significantly."

After a lot of effort, Brown asked even more strangely: "Can a gun be used as a rifle? Is there such a rifle in the world?"

"Yes, and I have invented it last year. I named it Lianhuan Rapid Fire Weapon, using paper shell bullets to shoot." The doctor replied: "It's just that my invention has not been perfected yet, and there is a lack of capital production experiments and investments, so I need investment and an arsenal that can help me produce experiments, so that it will eventually become a weapon that can be used on the battlefield."

"God, my attending doctor, did you really invent it?"

Brown was stunned and could not believe that a doctor with excellent medical skills could invent a new weapon to kill people on the battlefield. But out of curiosity, Brown asked: "Dear doctor, can you probably introduce me to the new weapon you invented?"

The doctor happily agreed and immediately took a pen and painted a rough sketch of the new weapon he invented on the spot. He patiently introduced the principles and characteristics of his rapid-fire rifle to Brown, and also the performance he hoped that this rapid-fire rifle could achieve. One gun was used as a company of firepower. After listening carefully, Brown, who was quite proficient in weapons, felt that the new invention of this unemployed doctor was too whimsical and incredible, and there was no possibility that he could really achieve the performance and effect he described, and there was also huge problem with stability, but considering Wu Chaoyue's special taste in weapon rifles, Brown nodded and agreed to help the doctor become the introducer.

"Doctor, please write a letter to Wu and introduce your new invention carefully. It is best to attach a sketch to let Wu know what your invention looks like." Brown said: "You can write directly in English. Wu's English is very good and you can read it directly without translation. I will also write a letter to Wu, introduce you to him about your situation, and suggest that he invest in and develop your new invention."

The doctor quickly thanked Brown repeatedly. Brown waved his hand and said no, and said, "By the way, if you know weapons development technicians and they are willing to work in the Qing Dynasty, you can introduce them to me. I will contact Wu's office in Washington for you, ask his office to travel to the Qing Dynasty and send these technicians to the Qing Dynasty."

"No problem. When I was studying this new invention, I happened to meet several unemployed firearm technicians. I immediately contacted them and asked if they were interested in going to Qing Dynasty." The doctor agreed and said, "If Prince Wu is willing to invest in and develop my invention, I can also apply for retirement immediately and go to Qing Dynasty to develop and study my new weapon."

"Thank you then." Brown thanked, glad that he finally completed the commission of Wu Chaoyue who was almost forgotten by him. Then Brown suddenly remembered something and asked: "Dear doctor, I'm so sorry. Although you saved my life with your own hands, I have never had the opportunity to ask your name. What is your name?"

"Richard Jordan Gatling." The doctor replied with a kind smile: "Mr. Brown can call me Gatling directly if he doesn't mind."

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The location returned to the eastern suburbs of Raozhou Fucheng, Jiangxi Province, China, and the time returned to the moment when Wu Dasai raised his Minnie gun and aimed at the enemy general on the opposite side...

Although he had already stepped down as the sniper captain and the number of shooting trainings in recent years has also decreased significantly, the talent and foundation are placed there. Wu Dasai's hands did not tremble at all while aiming, and he pulled the trigger very calmly. As the gunshots, the bullets came out of the chamber and flew toward the enemy about 300 meters away.

The maximum range of the Minnie gun is about 400 yards or about 360 meters. Influenced by various details, the precise shooting is usually only within 200 meters. Half of the ability to hit enemies 300 meters away depends on technology, and the other half depends on luck. Wu Dasai was lucky. The bullet hit the target accurately and directly shot the target off the horse, which also made the Taiping Army's formation scream in horror.

The Taiping Army was even more incredible, and the Wu army on the opposite side dared to charge with a team of five people and rushed to the effective range. The Wu soldiers actually fired in a crawling position, which not only made the Taiping Army's muskets and bullets almost impossible to hit the Wu army on the opposite side, but also fired continuously without getting up and loading the bullets. Unpredictable, the Taiping Army, which had a linear tactic strategy, was directly defeated in rows, and corpses were lying all over the ground in a blink of an eye.

"Kill! Avenge the revenge of the Kuomintang!"

Many unconvinced Taiping soldiers mustered up the courage to launch a charge, trying to fight with the Wu army in close combat. But what made these Taiping soldiers desperate was that after the muskets in the Wu army fired five or six bullets one after another, they could still shoot continuously. Many Taiping soldiers fell in a pool of blood with unwilling roars, but more Taiping soldiers screamed and retreated one after another, "Demon gun! Demon gun! Demon soldiers' guns have magic! There are magic!"

There are indeed monsters, but this kind of monster is already behind, and more advanced monsters are quietly entering this era.
Chapter completed!