Tiger took a group of soldiers he brought with him, as well as Bernard Weislev, and the security guards belonging to them. There were a total of 20 of them, all sitting there neatly, looking down.
The papyrus in front of you.
"How's it going?" Before Tang Mo entered the room, the voice came in. Everyone raised their heads with sad faces and shook their heads at Tang Mo.
Tang Mo also knew that this matter could not be solved overnight, it required a lot of time and enough patience, so he was not frustrated and walked to the blackboard to explain to them.
Those in front of him were basically Tang Mo's current military team, so he didn't hide his clumsiness and told them all the tactical ideas he knew.
This is the battlefield experience accumulated by later generations for thousands of years. Every detail is the essence that has been preserved after repeated arguments and scrutiny.
"I don't understand, why do you want us to carry this kind of thing... shoot high? Shoot angle? You also need to calculate the throw, what line to throw? Ah, yes! Parabola..." Tiger frowned and looked at Tang who walked in.
Mo, complained.
A soldier looked equally puzzled and asked: "This is completely meaningless, sir. Every cannon must be reloaded after firing. The amount of gunpowder is slightly different. Accurate shooting cannot be achieved at all."
The cannons of this era were still very cumbersome to load. Every step was troublesome and required professional artillery service. Each launch took a long time.
Similarly, since there are no metal fixed ammunition and no precise propellant distribution, the range and accuracy of each gun can only depend on God's will.
Each artillery team can only correct the shooting elements based on the gunner's own experience. Every firing is random, so the hit accuracy is really not flattering.
That is to say, because the front lines on both sides are densely populated and there are many troops, the accuracy of artillery fire does not need to be high to hit the enemy positions. Otherwise, these cannons are basically just decorations.
"Actually, if we can produce custom-loaded ammunition, we can solve this problem." Tang Mo explained his plan with a smile.
Of course, he cannot produce needle guns for a lifetime. He also wants to produce more, better and more powerful weapons, war machines that combine human wisdom! As the god of war, cannons are naturally the first weapons and equipment he wants to produce.
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However, he will not produce these current front-loading cannons. What he wants to design and manufacture is a brand-new breech-loading rifled cannon! A brand-new artillery that will re-specify the world artillery weapon standard from the beginning!
Supported by this idea, he certainly needs to give priority to training some officers who truly understand artillery, can command artillery, and are familiar with artillery operations.
These soldiers in front of him, as well as Loew and others, are all his fire, and they are all new soldiers he must educate to develop modern weapons and equipment!
"There are fixed-load ammunition now, but the weight of the charge is still impossible to be exactly the same..." Another soldier under Tiger also looked puzzled. In fact, he had also operated artillery before coming, so he
I think I am very familiar with artillery.
"I know! But in the future! Our ammunition can be almost identical! What we are learning now are all tactics for the future! Do you understand?" Tang Mo had to continue to explain.
As an old-style officer, Tiger is as stubborn as a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard: "I think we are still doing unnecessary things. It would be more appropriate to practice marksmanship."
"Whatever you think! Think about that revolver! If weapons really change in the next few years, if you give up the opportunity to learn today, you will always fall behind others and become mediocre veterans, forgotten by the times.
Buried." Tang Mo sighed and reminded Tiger for the last time.
Hearing what Tang Mo said, Tiger became really serious - the revolver actually appeared. He suddenly realized that Tang Mo might really be giving them a chance to keep up with the changes.
Chance.
"You all learn it conscientiously! This is an order!" Tiger looked at his subordinates, gritted his teeth, and ordered.
On the contrary, the few young mercenaries brought by Loew and Bernard did not have any resistance. They were originally very curious about some things in the army, and now they can learn directly, they are naturally overjoyed.
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Anyway, they have no old experience, so they naturally have no resistance and their enthusiasm for learning is very high.
At this moment, they were all recording a line of calculations that Tang Mo had scrawled on the blackboard. According to the method Tang Mo had mentioned before, they put this calculation into the data and found a value.
"Okay! Let's check it out! I'm going back to teach those children! You try to give each other questions! Ask the other party's artillery data to fall somewhere, and then ask the other party to find out the shooting elements!" He hurriedly said
He walked towards the door and assigned his homework without looking back.
The twenty or so older students sighed, lowered their heads and began to understand the calculations they had just made.
Tang Mo hurriedly walked back to the classroom next door, but did not see any fighting. Everyone was quietly practicing how to deal with scores, and you could really hear a pin drop in the classroom.
Tang Mo was even a little moved when he saw all this. In his previous life, he had heard about how much children in poor areas cherished the opportunity to learn, but he had never had such an intuitive feeling.
But now, when he really saw a group of children who loved learning and regarded it as life no matter how difficult the conditions were, he suddenly felt that what he could bring to the world was not just new weapons.
, there may also be a brighter future.
At least, he felt that he could rely on his own abilities to bring peace to a group of children, a bright classroom for a group of workers, and a group of workers to have their own houses, new clothes, and delicious meals...
In short, at this moment, he thought about a lot of things.
Looking at these clear-eyed children, he even felt a little ashamed.
How great would it be if these children were provided with electric lights? If these children were provided with better exercise books, more appropriate desks, chairs, and benches, a more beautiful classroom, a flatter blackboard, and more
What a great professional teacher...
"Okay, kids! Let's do some more calculations..." He grabbed the rough chalk that had fallen all over his hands with white powder, and continued writing on the blackboard.
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"Hey! It's time to rest!" A worker carrying sand was naked from the waist up, and his tendons reflected a healthy luster in the sun.
It is not easy to find a job at this time when the war is looming, let alone find a job with a good salary like the one offered by Tang's Weapons Workshop.
He had to transport sand and soil to a designated location every day, then help nail the wooden boards, lift the cut wooden boards above his head, and hand them to the professional construction workers.
The work content is not difficult, it just requires a lot of strength, and that's what he has. Tang Mo, the boss here, pays him a lot of money. The key is that he can still have a meal while working here.
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The food is not sumptuous, but it is definitely sufficient, which is very rare. These days, it is rare for bosses to not deduct something from their workers.
Comparing himself with others, he was willing to do more work for such a boss, which was a way of repaying the boss for his generosity.
But recently, he found that his work attitude was increasingly inferior to those of those construction workers. Those nasty guys started hammering nails every morning at dawn and were unwilling to stop even for a moment.
Come down.
"We can still work for a while..." A worker climbed up the ladder holding the wooden board, and then placed the wooden board across the place where it should be.
On the unfinished roof, there was a wooden box full of nails, a hammer, and a crumpled piece of paper.
"I said, although the boss here is very generous, you don't have to work so hard, right?" The worker moving the sand raised his head, squinted his eyes in the sun, and asked, looking up at the construction worker on the ladder.
"My son is literate! Hahahaha! Can you believe it? For this, I should work more and show Boss Tang Mo that we are also a good family who repays kindness! Then we will teach my son more.
Then does my son have another skill?" The worker standing on the ladder picked up a nail, gestured, and skillfully smashed it into the board with a hammer twice. He turned back and looked proudly at the move below.
The sand worker showed off.
He has been so happy about this since last night. The paper placed in the wooden box full of nails is not something strange, but his son's test paper from yesterday!
There were a total of thirty words written on the paper, and each word was crooked and not neat. But for an old carpenter and old construction worker, this made him happier than taking on a big job.
In this world, people who can read have many uses. They can run errands for nobles, work as accountants, and apply for jobs in government offices.
Even if he doesn't do anything, he will still be a carpenter after inheriting his father's business. If he can read and digit, he can more easily understand the drawings and calculate the profits - at least he won't suffer losses easily, right?
He himself was illiterate all his life, so he only relied on experience when looking at drawings, and he knew very few characters. He suffered the disadvantage of being uneducated all his life, but now his son can actually write dozens of characters!
How could this not make him excited? How could he not be grateful to the people who educated his son? So he has been working harder every day recently, and the progress of the project has been much faster.
"I don't have a son!" The sand mover complained weakly, knowing what was going on, and then went to do his own work.
