Chapter 371 The ancients who cannot be underestimated
The arrogant personal guard Shen Hui looked at Young Master Liu "gloating" Young Master Liu helplessly shook his head, silently lamenting that the ignorant are fearless. Mobile version https:m.
He raised his hand and patted Mr. Liu on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Liu, look over there."
Young Master Liu looked in the direction pointed by Shen Hui. His chuckles suddenly stopped. Three phoenix feather arrows were inserted neatly into the ground. The distance between them was as precise as if measured with a ruler. .
"Fuck you." Mr. Liu turned around and looked at the distance between the arrow and the target. It was more than twenty meters away.
It wasn't that Zhang Kuang failed to hit the target, but that the arrow penetrated the target twenty meters and stuck on the ground. He turned back and looked at the thickly wrapped target. Young Master Liu looked at his body and shuddered.
If this kind of power were to hit an unprepared person, it would be absolutely gut-wrenching.
Every time he passed by an archery target, Young Master Liu would glance at it gently and no longer show any fuss.
Isn't it just shooting through the target? There is nothing to make a fuss about. I have seen Barrett blow up a car. After all, we are also people who have seen the world, okay?
Although he said this, Mr. Liu's solemn eyes could tell that his heart was not so peaceful.
Slowly approaching the 300-step archery target, a group of people were complimenting Zhang Guang.
Young Master Liu squeezed in and saw the phoenix feather arrow firmly planted on the target, and his heart trembled. He could actually hit it with an arrow from a distance of more than 400 meters. Is this still a human being?
Liu Mingzhi suddenly remembered Li Guang, a famous Han general in history. He once described Li Guang in his poem "Ping Ming is looking for white feathers, missing in the stone ridges."
At this moment, Mr. Liu's confidence in his ability to unleash the trolls was gone. He had to admit that the lethality of the trolls at close range was unmatched. However, what was the range of the trolls? Hits over twenty steps basically depended on Faith, but how far is it?
Even if the gunpowder quantity is increased by ten times, the range of the sprayer may not be able to reach more than 400 steps to reliably hit the target, and this is still a method of damaging the enemy by 800 and damaging itself by 1,000.
Ten times the gunpowder is used, let’s not say whether it will be successful or not, the explosion of the chamber is certain.
The iron pipe made by hand is not a seamless steel pipe and cannot withstand the power of a gunpowder explosion.
Zhang Kuang clasped the handle of the knife and walked up to Young Master Liu. He looked at Young Master Liu with a pleased expression: "Boy, as long as the wear and tear of the arrow can be tested to be half as powerful as the arrow forged through hard work, you will have made a huge contribution."
"It's all for your Majesty's service."
"Let's see how powerful the Eight Ox Crossbow is."
"General, please move."
A group of people rushed back to the shanty and walked towards the area where the carpenter made the eight-niu crossbow. There were three eight-niu crossbows that were twice the size of the current bed crossbows. There were about two meters of crossbows placed above the crossbow slot. The crossbow arrows flashed with a cold light.
Carefully patting the newly made eight-niu crossbow, Zhang Kuang felt as if he were caressing the girl's skin, full of love and care.
Liu Mingzhi looked at the three-bow bed crossbows on display and found nothing strange, because he didn't know the specific appearance of the Eight-Niu Crossbow. He had viewed a lot of videos of later generations of weapon masters imitating the Eight-Niu Crossbow, but the counterfeit ones
The Eight Ox Crossbow can only shoot a few dozen meters at best, but it is far from the seven or eight hundred paces recorded in historical records.
He also had no bottom line in mind about the exact range of the Eight Ox Crossbows that these craftsmen built based on his instructions.
"The current bed crossbow can shoot five hundred steps, right?"
"Back to General, five hundred or even six hundred steps, it depends on the wear and tear of the crossbow string."
"Five hundred steps to set the target, three arrows fired in unison."
"It's an order."
While someone was setting up the archery targets, the soldiers here pushed the heavy eight-niu crossbow out of the shantytown to a place with a wider view.
"Win the string."
A group of soldiers began to work hard to stir the winch on the Baniu Crossbow. The squeaking sound came from the Baniu Crossbow, which made people's teeth ache.
Young Master Liu twisted his whole body uncomfortably.
"What's wrong, you don't have confidence?"
Looking at the trembling Young Master Liu, Zhang Kuang asked curiously.
"No, it's just that the winding sound is awkward."
"Just get used to it, all killing things are like this."
"The target is set."
A group of craftsmen retreated from the Eight-Niu Crossbow, and a group of armored soldiers walked to the Eight-Niu Crossbow and began to draw with some weird rulers.
"General, what are they doing?"
Young Master Liu was a little confused when he saw the strange actions of more than a dozen soldiers. Why did their actions look so similar to those who surveyed the construction site in later generations?
He glanced at Mr. Liu with an arrogant and disgusted look: "Of course it's to measure the distance and calibrate the target. You don't think that the bed crossbow just puts the crossbow arrows on the enemy and shoots at the enemy blindly, right? In that case, how can the bed crossbow kill the enemy general? This
I don’t even understand how you drew the blueprint of the Eight Ox Crossbow?”
Young Master Liu looked dejectedly at the arrogant man who looked disgusted with himself and almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Who knew that you ancients were so awesome and knew how to measure distances and measure targets? He really thought that bed crossbows relied on faith to kill enemies.
, one arrow shoots out, and it looks like it is skewered into a barbecue.
I have to say that Mr. Liu's eyes were completely opened during the past two days at Longwuwei Camp. It turns out that there was black technology in ancient times.
"General, how do they measure distance?"
Zhang Kuang pointed at the wooden stick in the hand of one of the soldiers: "There are twenty scales on that ruler, and one scale is fifty steps. If you want to shoot as many steps as you want, you can just use the scales to measure the distance. Which one?"
The short ruler is used to adjust the angle. Left and right are also measured according to the scale on the ruler. The smallest one is the exact scale value of the enemy's position. As long as the three are concentrated, ten crossbow arrows can basically hit five or six arrows.
After all, the range of crossbows has great deviations, and it is not as easy to master as bows and arrows."
Young Master Liu's mouth twitched as he looked at the soldiers standing next to the crossbows and gesticulating from time to time. Isn't this the same as how later generations adjusted artillery elements?
The only difference is that the theory is not yet perfect, and the artillery is not as precise as it is, but it already has a pretty good prototype.
Mr. Liu scratched his neck in confusion and sighed: "My eyes have been opened, my eyes have been opened completely. General, I would like to ask, how do they know these problems?"
He looked at Young Master Liu like an idiot: "General Drinking Horses, you kid can't be fooled, right? "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic", "Tiangong Kaiwu" and "Luban Secret Code" all involve these issues about distance.
Ah, otherwise, what do you think there are so many math doctors in the Imperial College doing?"
Young Master Eliu was so stunned by Zhang Kuang that he was speechless. What could he do? He was also in despair.
At this moment, Zhang Kuang didn't look like a general on the battlefield at all. Instead, he talked like a mathematician of later generations, making Mr. Liu look like a primary school student who listened carefully.
Young Master Liu wanted to grab Zhang Kuang's clothes and yell angrily, "Are you a time traveler or am I a time traveler? Do you think you are so stupid? Does your father know? Does Hua Luogeng know?"
The baby's heart is bitter and the baby doesn't want to talk, which is the truest reflection of Liu Dashao's heart at this time.
He could only look at the soldiers adjusting the Eight Ox Crossbows with his head lowered in a sullen voice.
After a while, a man who looked like a commander shouted: "General, it's time to launch."
Zhang Kuang nodded calmly: "Let it go."
The hammers in the hands of the three soldiers suddenly fell, and immediately three sharp sounds of breaking through the air were heard, and the crossbow arrows shot away invisible to the naked eye.
During the pauses, sentries in the distance sent messages one after another: "Two of the three arrows hit the target, the target was broken into pieces, and the crossbow arrow missed the target and was lowered by one degree."
"Turn it down a notch."
"It's an order."
After a while of fussing: "Adjustment completed."
"Fire the arrow."
The sound of breaking through the air came again.
"Hit the bull's-eye, and the target was shattered."