1840Indian rebirth

The horse whistle was the first firearm concept to become a reality, and it was naturally an improvement on the revolver.

Samuel Colt, who was far away in New Jersey, should have been improving his work at the same time, and may have already completed the improvement.

With the help of Captain Walker, Colt's improved product was the famous "Walker Revolver." The birth of this pistol officially opened the era of Colt.

However, the Walker revolver is still not perfect. It has only removed some of the more prominent design flaws, and its overall reliability still needs to be improved.

As a person from the future, Mashao will certainly not take such detours, so his improvement is a step further than the Walker pistol, no, it should be said to be several steps further.

His first improvement was to control the weight of the gun.

A major flaw of the early Colt pistols was the overflow of power. The sixty-grain gunpowder charge gave it exaggerated lethality, enough to kill a war horse with one shot.

But the overflow lethality is not practical.

Soldiers really need to kill people, not kill horses, and the extra lethality also makes the pistol heavy, often weighing more than two kilograms, dragging down its portability and stability.

This was an obvious flaw, but perhaps due to personal preference, Samuel Colt never corrected it.

Not only did they not change their ways, they even got worse.

So much so that later Colt even built a pistol weighing three kilograms, which could almost be called a "hand cannon."

Therefore, Ma Shao controlled the charge to 40 grains. One grain is the weight of a barley grain, which is about 0.065 grams. Forty grains is about 2.6 grams.

After cutting out excess power, the newly designed pistol weighs 1.6 kilograms, is much slimmer, and has six chambers.

Then there is the solid frame design.

The solid frame was the first design adopted by the Colt m1855. In short, this design is that the bullet cylinder is "wrapped" by the gun body from both upper and lower directions. Most future revolvers will adopt this design, which can greatly

Improve stability.

Of course, there are some detailed adjustments. In the end, the revolver designed by Ma Shao looks more like the Remington m1858, which is far better than the current defective Colt pistol in terms of appearance and practicality.

Of course, it is still not comparable to the real Remington m1858. The smelting technology at that time had made great progress, which was an irreparable basic gap.

Mashao also knew the general development route of steelmaking technology, but he now had neither a factory nor a mine, so he naturally had no basis for its implementation. He could only purchase steel from the outside world through Clark Town.

"boom!"

The horse whistle pulled the trigger, and accompanied by fire smoke and gunfire, lead bullets shot out from the new revolver and hit the target not far away.

"Well done, Mr. Browning, you have perfectly realized my idea." He smiled while playing with the new pistol in his hand.

"Compared to your design, making it is just a chore," said Browning, a much more polite attitude than last year.

In fact, he still can't believe it. After only a short period of study and sporadic practice, this Indian chief showed extraordinary talent in firearms design, putting the always proud man to shame.

When the horse whistle handed him the design of the new pistol, he no longer dared to call the young Indian chief a savage.

"This gun doesn't have a name yet, maybe we should give it one," Browning suggested.

The horse whistle thought for a moment: "Well... let's call it a 'Browning pistol'."

"What?" Browning thought he heard wrongly.

"Browning pistol, your last name, Mr. Gunsmith." The horse whistle repeated with a smile. The genuine Browning in the future may be squeezed out of history.

"I..." Browning stammered and swallowed, "Although this is a huge honor, I must admit that it does not belong to me. You are the real creator."

Ma Shao: "Yes, I am the owner of this honor, so I have the right to give it to anyone, right?"

"Okay, you are right, but...why?" Browning couldn't help but ask.

"Of course this is not free." Ma Shao looked directly at him, "Mr. Browning, if you are willing to be a dedicated teacher for Mian Xiong, this honor will belong to you."

Browning was silent. Of course he understood the implication of these words. Although Mashao assigned him a dozen Apache apprentices, he did not teach seriously. Instead, he arranged a lot of tasks for the apprentices to serve tea and water.

Ma Shao's purpose is obvious. If he wants this honor, he must teach the Apaches the gun-making technology intact.

Although Browning's impression of the Apaches has changed, it still makes him somewhat resistant.

But in the end, he figured it out.

Looking at the young chief in front of him, whose size and intelligence were enough to make people look up to him, Browning suddenly realized that sooner or later, the Apaches would master gun-making technology, and even all other technologies.

In contrast, the honor of the new pistol is not something that belongs to him sooner or later - as a senior gunsmith, Browning realized the excellence of this pistol almost immediately.

Of course there is another important reason.

The patent for the revolver belongs to Colt, and Colt had the foresight to apply for a series of patents in multiple countries. As long as the revolver is produced, it is impossible to bypass him.

This means that legally, it is impossible for others to produce and sell revolvers. It may be okay to secretly make a few of them yourself, but large-scale production will inevitably lead to lawsuits.

Only in Sleeping Bear City could Browning manufacture new pistols openly and engraved his name on the gun body.

"Okay, I accept your conditions." Browning said, "I will make them all qualified gunsmiths."

The horse whistle nodded, talked with him for a while, and finally told him: "We may go to war recently, so make more lead bullets - including the kind of rifle lead bullets I told you."

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"What to do, they are almost catching up!" Several black people were running on the plain, out of breath, and sometimes looked back in horror.

"Look, there's a small town over there!" Suddenly someone pointed.

The companion who escaped together blurted out: "What about a small town? This is not Canada!"

Canada has officially abolished slavery long ago. The dream of many American black slaves is to escape to Canada, but obviously, these few people have not realized their dreams.

They had just escaped to central America when they were discovered by slave hunters, and it seemed that they were about to become slaves again.

"This is a plain. We have nowhere to escape. Maybe there will be abolitionists in this town willing to help us!"

"Well, God bless."

Several black people then went straight to a small town not far away.