Chapter 1268

"Come on."

Camille handed Gabriel and El cowhide water bags filled with cold water.

"It's hard for you. Drink a little."

"Oh, oh! I'm thirsty! " Gabriel shouted, taking Camille's wine and pouring it into his mouth.

When he was full, he threw the water bag into El's arms.

Just as El imitated Gabriel's appearance and poured "thump thump" into his mouth, Camille suddenly asked him:

"El, Gabriel. How's the recent research and development of that gun? "

Gabriel always goes to El's gun department to help, so he should also have a certain understanding of the R & D process of guns.

Camille, who was not interested in guns and couldn't help because of his short stature, didn't go to the gun department to help.

In order to pass the boring bus time now, and also to care about the two companions like her brothers, Camille threw out this topic that should be able to talk to them for a while.

"The research and development of muskets..." Gabriel scratched his hair in confusion. "I'm at the muskets department. I'm basically doing some heavy physical work, so I can't tell what the research and development of muskets has reached. You have to ask el. "

Then Gabriel turned his head and looked at El beside him.

"El, how's the development of our musket now?"

At this time, El just finished drinking water.

While wiping the residual water stains at the corners of his mouth, he thought about the appropriate wording.

"The development progress of muskets..."

Whispers fell and a faint smile appeared on El's face with the slightly raised corners of his mouth.

"Our craftsmen have developed new fire guns through flint. We named this new type of musket - Flint gun. "

"Flint?" Camille frowned. "Flint gun?"

"The flint gun made of flint - this is the invention of Oleg, the chief craftsman of our musket department."

"Three years ago, when I was still participating in the 'Hammer' battle in the southwest battlefield, the chief craftsman of our musketry department got the inspiration by chance and decided to use flint to make a new musketry."

"It took a full three years, and now we finally turned the idea into reality, successfully built three new guns and completed the shooting test."

Then El breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your R & D speed is so fast..." Kamil frowned. "It's only about four years since we bought the musket."

"In just four years, we have explored the use principle of the fire gun, successfully innovated on this basis, and developed a new fire gun... Is this R & D speed too exaggerated? Is the firearm a weapon with such a simple principle of making and using? "

"Well..." El scratched his hair. "The principle of making and using the gun is not simple."

"I also talked to Oleg about this problem - why our fire gun research and development speed is so fast."

"Oleg said: that's because our production technology is already very high."

El looked at Camille.

Camille still looked at him with a puzzled face.

Not only Camille, but Gabriel, sitting beside him and almost ignorant of the current development process of muskets, was looking at him with a puzzled face.

In order to make them understand what he was saying, El decided to give a more vivid example.

"Well... Let me give you a simple example."

"Suppose the skill level of Chinese craftsmen is 100 points."

"The musket is actually just a weapon that can be easily made at a skill level of 60 points."

"It was only because of bad luck that we didn't let the gun be born."

"It's not because we don't have enough ability."

"The skill level of our craftsmen is completely enough to make muskets, but they are unlucky and can't meet the opportunity to make muskets."

"Then I understand what you mean." Camille took out his ears. "So - what flint gun you developed has any performance improvement compared with the 100 original muskets you bought at the beginning?"

"Well..."

Hearing Camille's question, El's face flashed a little embarrassed.

Raised his hand and scratched his head again.

"Compared with the old fire gun, the flint gun has a great improvement in power and firing speed."

"But the range and accuracy are still pretty bad."

"After testing - the effective range is only more than 80 meters."

"As long as the distance exceeds 25 meters, the hit rate will decrease sharply. Whether you can hit a target 25 meters away depends on pure luck. "

"25 meters?!" Camille exclaimed.

"But --!" El then added, "flint guns have a great advantage over old guns."

"That is, its production cost is very low!"

"Less materials are required and the production time is short."

"And - the flint gun is light and easy to operate."

"This makes it possible for flint guns to be arrayed on a large scale in the army!"

As soon as El had finished, Camille said angrily:

"Even if these flint guns can be installed on a large scale in the army, they are of no use!"

"Even targets 25 meters away can't hit accurately - what's the use of such weapons."

"El, you're a quartermaster. You should know better than me - your flint gun doesn't have a bow and crossbow. It's useless to hit the target with a long-range weapon."

"I understand..."

El sighed.

"I've been worried about this problem lately..."

"There are two ways to solve the two problems of short range and poor accuracy."

"Or develop a more powerful new gun."

"Or... Develop a new tactic specifically for muskets."

Speaking of this, El's face looked thoughtful.

"Use a new tactic to make up for the defects of short range and poor accuracy of the fire gun..."

"Well - excuse me for your chat."

Just then Gabriel broke in.

"We're almost in the imperial capital. But now there is a frightening long line outside the city gate. It will take a long time for us to enter the city. "

El leaned his head out of the window and looked in the direction of the city gate.

A long queue composed of human beings, various livestock and various vehicles connects el and their motorcade with the east gate of allenmuya.

Everyone who was lining up to enter the city was covered with fear.

They are all people who fled to allenmuya with their families because of the "scorched earth policy" issued by the central government.

They should have performed their duties and lived their own peaceful lives.

However, due to the attack of grassland people, they had to flee with their families.

Looking at the scene, El couldn't help sighing.

"Alas..."

Then he whispered:

"Prairie people... What a nuisance..."