The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Chapter 458 Want to see

A special shooting range in Ethan Manor.

The place is vast and sparsely populated, so even if a cannon fire is played, only the residents of North Tarrytown can enjoy it for a while.

Benjamin Goldberg watched his master filling the magazine with ammunition, and took the opportunity to say: "Master, I bought a batch of materials on my own initiative. Let's study the assault rifle you mentioned!"

Zhao Chuanxin paused and waved his hand: "Try the gun first."

Lugang M1907 and Ares M1907 actually have prototypes.

The benchmark of the Lugang M1907 is the Beretta M9, and the benchmark of the Ares M1907 is the MP7.

Of course it is actually different.

As for Uzi, Zhao Chuanxian is not cold about it.

Turn on the safety, cock the hammer, and shoot.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

Compared with the Lugang M1907, first of all, the opening and closing action can prevent the up and down swing of the barrel from affecting the shooting. Secondly, the shooting accuracy is the pinnacle of pistols in this era.

The grip is made of aluminum alloy, I don’t know what is painted on the outside, and the anti-slip effect is excellent.

The trigger guard is so big that Zhao Chuanxin feels that wearing gloves doesn't affect shooting. This is really friendly to the winter climate outside the customs.

The human-machine performance is superior to pistols of this era and even beyond.

Let’s talk about the feeling when pulling the trigger. Continental’s pistols feel very crisp. When you pull the trigger hard, the firing pin simply hits the bullet.

The Lugang M1907 is a bit floating.

The trigger pull is very light, lighter than many pistols such as the Continental Luzi. Maybe even Benjamin Goldberg can shoot it easily.

Light comes to light, but Zhao Chuanxin found that the shooting speed was much faster than other shooters.

The most important thing is, with 15 bullets, Zhao Chuanxin did not malfunction during the shooting process.

Just imagine, when people from the insurance team are shooting at each other, both sides are holding pistols in close combat. The other party empties the magazine, but our own personnel can continue to shoot, which takes advantage of the boss.

Even those who are not afraid of weight can carry two guns and shoot them with toothpicks like Little Ma.

After emptying the magazine, Zhao Chuanxin smiled like a child who got a new toy.

While he was shooting, Freddie Pavitt had already wisely helped to load the Ares M1907 magazine.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the charging handle, turned on the speed switch, and hugged it to the end!

Chug tug tug…

Silky...

Cool!

Freddie Pavitt said again: "Master, I also ordered a batch of ammunition for the Maxim and Madsen machine guns for you. The quantity is large and it is too heavy. The carriage is behind it. It is estimated that it will arrive at night. Yu Ning An escort.”

Zhao Chuanxin put down his gun and patted the butler on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work. I'll give you a bonus."

Freddy Pavitt said with sincerity: "It should be."

During his absence, the master caused several more troubles in New York.

Although he knew that the master might not be an indiscriminate murderer, he still had to be respectful when facing this murderous god.

He is just a steward, not his apprentice.

After testing the gun, Zhao Chuanxin called the servant to load the magazine for him.

Then he and his apprentice enthusiastically developed assault rifles.

The two already have rich design experience. They started with the magazine, which is still a double-row magazine, and then the receiver and magazine lock.

Charging handle, bolt assembly, rear spring, bolt in bolt carrier.

Maybe both of them were excited at this time.

My brain was extremely active, and the design was actually going very smoothly.

The only problem is the material and positioning of the locking lugs.

Little Benjamin Goldberg sighed like an adult: "Master, it is indeed difficult, and it is destined to be difficult to mass-produce now. However, I have learned from old man Browning, and I must develop this gun for Master today!"

"..."

I don’t know what John Browning thought.

Benjamin Goldberg not only learned about firearms knowledge from him, but also helped his master obtain a lot of information about the surrounding industries of firearms manufacturing. Zhao Chuanxin has already asked Thomas W. Lawson to invest, and making guns will only be easier in the future. .

Once the industrial technology is perfected, Zhao Chuanxian can build whatever he wants in the future.

For assault rifles, Benjamin Goldberg came up with a rotary bolt locking design, where a cam pin is installed inside the bolt.

This structure is more complex and can only be completed manually by Zhao Chuanxin.

When a closed loop could not be formed internally, Benjamin Goldberg designed an external forward auxiliary plunger to close the pawl with the notch cut into the bolt carrier.

This design alone was something that John Browning would never be able to figure out in his lifetime.

Of course Zhao Chuanxin can't do it either, and only his great disciple Benjamin Goldberg has this kind of brain capacity.

The master and apprentice had been studying for a period of time before, and with the progress of Benjamin Goldberg, the drawings had really taken shape before evening.

At this time, Ning An came back.

Zhao Chuanxin put down the drawing and looked Ning An up and down.

This kid looks a lot calmer, but he still has that neutral face.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that his arms had grown stronger. He raised his chest and raised his head, and could vaguely see the outline of his chest muscles.

Sometimes he wonders, the stick can always be silky and combine the muscles with the girl's temperament.

In later generations, many people in the country thought that Bangzi had many sissies, but no one knew that Bangzi's fitness was very popular. This may be related to the fact that there were only a few of them and all the people were soldiers.

But there are not that many fitness people in China, and the gyms are even smoky. Some people go there to take selfies and show off, and some people go to date someone. The rest are the ones who really want to keep fit, and then they have to suffer from "big muscles make me sick to death" ", "Fitness is short-lived", "dead muscles" and other sour comments are harassing.

If someone like Zhao Chuanxin could grow muscles while lying down, how many people would be able to say no?

Therefore, those who look very girly may not be able to defeat those girls if they are challenged by someone who is not in fitness.

Strength does not come in vain.

"Very good, you have become half a man. Keep up the good work." Old God Zhao Chuanxin said thoughtfully.

Ning An's face fell as he was expecting recognition.

He decided to train even harder!

Zhao Chuanxin is smarter than a monkey, and he can see through his thoughts at a glance: "A real man is not only physically strong." A man named Zhou said - a real warrior dares to face the bleak life, and dares to face the dripping blood. Although I I think he is just a talker, but what he said is really good. Look at me, although I don’t have the strength to tie a chicken, I can’t carry it on my shoulders, I’m weak, and people call me a pretty boy, but I don’t know anything about it. I don’t care, I’m poor, I’m surrounded by enemies, but I’m not afraid.”

"..." Ning An hesitated.

It was the first time in his life that he saw a poor, weak boy with a net worth of half a million US dollars, a height of 1.86 meters, a weight of 190 pounds, and arms that were almost as thick as his legs.

Not to be outdone, Benjamin Goldberg arched his mediocre biceps and made a weird and independent golden rooster look: "Obviously, I am the kind of person named Zhou!"

Zhao Chuanxin slapped him on the head and staggered him: "Obviously, you are not."

Ning An couldn't laugh or cry.

No matter what his net worth, no matter what his reputation, he is still the same gentleman.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the ammunition and found a 5.56mm caliber bullet.

He looked at Ning An in confusion: "What's going on?"

Benjamin Goldberg was the first to say: "Master, this is a bullet I specially asked the factory to make, specially prepared for assault rifles."

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

You don’t even have a gun yet, but you already have a bullet caliber in mind?

After dinner, Zhao Chuanxin, Benjamin Goldberg and Miao Cuihua practiced balancing skills in the yard.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't believe that practicing balance requires time and direction before, but after seeing the changes in Miao Cuihua, he had no choice but to believe it.

The three of them lined up in a row, sorted by height, and their movements were uniform.

This is what Freddy Pavitt saw when he came to the yard.

He didn't interrupt, just stood nearby and watched quietly, waiting.

When the three people saw sweat on their foreheads and finished their work, he stepped forward and said: "Sir, Mr. Livermore called and said that the Great White Fleet will arrive in New York Harbor the day after tomorrow. It will dock for one to two days and will immediately set off across the Atlantic to England. Portland Port. When docking at New York Port, 38 merchant ships are mainly supplying, and the main fleet will anchor outside."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded to show that he understood, and then glanced at Miao Cuihua from the corner of his eye. Because she was doing a handstand, she wore a tight top so that she would not be exposed.

Magnificent and majestic, with many peaks and mountains.

Zhao Chuanxin's throat moved, but when he saw that Miao Cuihua still didn't even look at him, he said to his apprentice: "We have been working hard all night to make the gun today."

When the two were making guns, Benjamin Goldberg asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Master, why did I come back this time and find you always spying on Aunt Hua?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even raise his head: "You are wrong."

"How could I see it wrong? My eyes are very good."

"Disciple, there is a saying in China - a slip of the tongue can lead to eternal hatred, and a slip of the tongue can lead to a life of a hundred years. Do you know what it means?"

"I don't seem to remember saying that. I've been learning Chinese a lot during this time."

"Just say yes to the teacher. It means don't talk nonsense, you will easily be beaten to death."

"..."

The master and apprentice worked until midnight before finishing all the parts.

Because the parts were very precise this time, Zhao Chuanxian found that the installation was extremely difficult.

Because the processed parts are not polished.

He looked at his watch: "Go to bed. Let Freddy lead people to polish it before installing it tomorrow. This kind of unskilled rough work is not for us masters and apprentices to do."

Benjamin Goldberg dozed off and thought deeply about it, waving to Ganfan: "Come on, let's go to bed."

The next day, Zhao Chuanxian continued to tattoo.

Freddie Pavitt and his servants polished parts under the direction of Benjamin Goldberg.

The remaining men reloaded ammunition for Zhao Chuanxin.

Before dinner, Mahina finished the last stroke and said, "It's done!"

Zhao Chuanxin jumped up from his chair.

For the first time, he felt that lying down was a kind of suffering.

I really want to stretch out my index and middle fingers and say "oh yeah".

After dinner.

The three of them practiced balancing as usual.

After finishing, Miao Cuihua suddenly winked at Zhao Chuanxin: "Do you want to see me dance for you?"

Before, Zhao Chuanxin must have been a gentleman and said: It's late at night, go to bed.