According to the previous plan, two hundred muskets can be produced a month, even if the red cannon project is added in the middle.
One hundred and fifty, it should be done anyway, right?
Even if we fold it in half, we can’t get any less than a hundred, right?
Zhao Xiaole looked unhappy, and the craftsmen immediately panicked, "Sir, the blacksmiths have been working all night, but the space is too small and there are not enough manpower. We really don't have much to produce!"
Because of the need for absolute confidentiality, Zhao Xiaole did not add more manpower, nor did he bring in a large amount of iron tools from outside.
Now is not the time to scale up.
Only when we really get the power in Beijing can we expand the scale.
But these are not the reasons why craftsmen cannot produce muskets at all. The main reason is that these people pay too much attention to the bullshit craftsmanship spirit.
It was clear that Zhao Xiaole only needed a qualified musket, but they had to polish it into a quality one.
Hey, I still have good stuff waiting for you to develop.
These things are just appetizers, things that will be updated soon. Why are you polishing them into works of art?
But there is no way, these things are enough to excite the craftsmen.
Absolutely no defects are allowed in things made by hand.
So, Zhao Xiaole asked: "Okay, then tell me, how many muskets did you make this month?"
When asked, Zhao Xiaole's face had slowly darkened.
Seeing the expressions of these craftsmen, he could probably guess that the number should be around fifty.
Zhao Xiaole was already thinking about how to punish them.
Unexpectedly, when the craftsmen saw his appearance, they became even more frightened and hesitated to speak.
At this time, Zhao Xiaole's heart sank to the bottom.
Those who ride horses don’t even have fifty, right?
twenty?
thirty?
Then I'm really going to kill someone!
"How much exactly?"
Zhao Xiaole asked.
This drink shocked everyone. Seeing this, the leader of the craftsmen could only stammer:
"Come back to my lord, eight...eighty branches!"
Hearing this, Zhao Xiaole breathed a long sigh of relief.
He's meowing.
You guys are scaring me to death.
We're counting on this batch right now. Why didn't you tell me earlier that you could make eighty of them?
I almost chopped off your heads.
"Take me to have a look. If there are any flaws in the musket, this month's bonus will be gone!"
Zhao Xiaole ordered.
The head craftsman was overjoyed when he heard this. He said that he would be fine without a fine, but he also wanted a bonus?
They don't have such a big heart.
"Hey, Lord Marquis, please come with me. If there is any problem with the musket, just twist off my head!"
The head craftsman led the way and took Zhao Xiaole to the nearby warehouse, where he saw densely packed muskets neatly arranged on the shelves.
The total number is indeed eighty.
However, Zhao Xiaole saw the corner of his mouth twitching for a while, but he endured it, and finally did not have an attack.
Why?
Because these muskets are not piled together, nor are they placed together randomly, but a special shelf is built to display these muskets.
Under each musket, there is a butt, and a candle is lit next to it, illuminating the oiled gun body.
Is this riding horse an armory? I don’t know, I thought it was a military museum!
Damn, damn craftsmanship.
If you use the time you spent making the rack to make two more gun barrels, you won't be able to make eighty.
However, this is the nature of craftsmen, and Zhao Xiaole knew that even a few words of his own could not change it.
He stepped forward and picked up a few at random and checked them. He almost didn't need to test-fire, and he knew that there must be no problem with these muskets.
Just by looking at the appearance, you can tell that these guns are of high quality in terms of workmanship.
At this time, the leader of the craftsmen stepped forward and spoke again, "Sir, if you give me a few more days, the second batch of muskets can be made, and this batch can produce another eighty muskets, just like these muskets.
"
Zhao Xiaole snorted and said, "I can give you time, but others don't give me time!"
"Tell the people below you to speed up and do a good job. I won't begrudge the money."
"Also, Zhang Xiaoyi!"
"The villain is here!"
Zhang Xiaoyi, who was following the crowd, immediately stepped forward and knelt down.
Zhao Xiaole looked at him and said, "You go and select one hundred and sixty experts. Select those with good shooting skills for me. They will all be at your disposal."
"Divide into two groups and practice marksmanship for twelve hours every day. I'll leave these things to you!"
"Yes!" Zhang Xiaoyi nodded, and then said tentatively, "Sir, although this object is powerful, it is slow to refill. If it is used on the battlefield, it may not be as effective as an archer."
"The reloading of the matchlock is indeed slow, so you should pay attention to the formation during training." Zhao Xiaole said, "One hundred and sixty people are divided into three groups. After the first group has finished shooting, retreat to the back to reload ammunition!"
"The remaining two groups will take turns to make up for it, thus increasing the shooting efficiency by three times!"
This is the three-stage strike tactic.
In fact, it is caused by the musket reloading ammunition too slowly.
The number of people can only be used to make up for the low shooting frequency. This method is often used even by archers when shooting arrows.
Zhao Xiaole's ideal number configuration is three hundred people. Just imagine, if a hundred people shoot at the same time, no matter how skilled the opponent is, they will die.
Therefore, the more advanced the era of science and technology, the more martial arts masters become extinct.
It's for this reason.
If you practice hard for thirty years, you are not as good as someone else producing a rifle on an assembly line. In the end, everyone can accomplish the same thing.
The cost is much less than yours.
Martial arts masters, how dare you show off your unique skills?
However, now only fifty people can be used at a time, which is enough in the capital. It is completely late to continue to expand production after the war starts.
After these instructions were completed, Zhao Xiaole was taken to the warehouse next door and visited the newly developed red cannon.
The red cloth was torn open, and the gun barrel, which was more than ten feet long, was pointed at the sky. Below was the cart specially built by the craftsmen according to Zhao Xiaole's instructions.
Zhao Xiaole stepped forward and touched the barrel. It was very heavy and thick, "Has this thing been tested? How is its power?"
The leader of the craftsmen replied: "There is no test yet because there is too much movement and we can't find a suitable place."
Zhao Xiaole touched the heavy barrel, thinking of the Jin Yiwei who were arresting people everywhere, and said to himself: "Maybe there is a place where we can try it!"
"Sir, what did you say?" asked the head craftsman.
"Nothing, how much can this thing be produced in a month?" What Zhao Xiaole is most concerned about is the output.
The head craftsman said: "This thing is not difficult, but as you have seen, my lord, one barrel requires too much pig iron. If everyone below comes to make this, I am afraid that the production of muskets will be discontinued."
