"Any further away, just move the target to me a hundred and fifty steps away!"

Outside Gubeikou Nanguan City, on a wasteland that was used as a temporary shooting range, Wang Bing shouted again as he looked at Manhai who was about to set up a target at about a hundred paces.

"Lao San, can you hit it from such a distance?"

After looking at Manhai who continued to run forward with a target on his shoulder, Qi Panzong and the others couldn't help but ask with doubts on their faces.

You know, even after replacing the brown gunpowder, at a distance of 150 steps, the lethality of the flint-haired bird gun cannot be underestimated, but its accuracy can only depend on God's will.

"Try it, maybe it will work, hehe!"

Holding the gun with linear rifling in his hand, Wang Bing actually didn't have much confidence. After all, the firearms he used in later generations all had curved rifling.

"Boom!"

He picked up the flintlock bird gun with four linear riflings carved in his hand and aimed at the target more than two hundred meters away. Wang Bing gently pulled the trigger in his hand.

"I hit it, I hit it!"

After the crisp gunfire, Manhai, who was hiding behind a rock not far from the target, immediately ran towards the target, waving his hands and shouting loudly.

"Really hit?"

After seeing the sea of ​​target reports, Qi Panzong and others couldn't help but look surprised. You know, based on their experience in using muskets, whether they can hit the target at this distance actually has nothing to do with aiming.

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"Hide first and let me try some more guns!"

After roaring at the distant sea, Wang Bing immediately began to load ammunition again. After a test shot, Wang already had a rough idea of ​​the flintlock bird gun with linear rifling in his hand.

grasp.

"Boom boom boom!"

Soon, Wang Bing fired several more rounds of ammunition.

"All hits?"

This time, when they saw Manhai waving his hands again after checking the target in the distance, Qi Panzong and others were really stunned. If a shot hits, it can be said to be luck, but if this shot hits, it is not

Luck can explain it.

"Bring the target over here and take a look!"

Wang Bing put down the gun in his hand and waved to the sea in the distance.

"It's still a little bit boring!"

After a while, Wang Bing couldn't help but shake his head when he looked at the bullet points scattered on the target. "Third brother, are you still not satisfied with such a good accuracy? And look at the bullets on the target, they are all embedded!"

Looking at the four projectiles on the target that were completely embedded in the thick wooden target, Qi Panzong and others' faces were full of doubts and confusion.

You know, in the past, even at a distance of fifty steps, few people in the entire Habayashi Guard could achieve such good results.

"Try another branch!"

Ignoring the doubts of Qi Panzong and others, Wang Bing once again asked Man Hai to carry a target 150 steps away, and he picked up another gun brought back by Li Chengming.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

This time, Wang Bing did not let the poster full of targets. Instead, after firing four muskets one after another, Wang Bing asked him to directly carry the targets back.

"Huh? It shouldn't be. Logically speaking, it's impossible?"

Looking at the target that Manhai carried back, the projectiles were slightly more concentrated than the last time, but Wang Bing still muttered with dissatisfaction.

"I said, Third Brother, what kind of accuracy do you want? This is one hundred and fifty steps, not three or fifty steps! Manhai, put up a few more targets and let's try it too!"

Ignoring Wang Bing's nitpicking, Qi Panzong and Li Zunzu directly snatched Wang Bing's two blunderbuss with astonishing accuracy and began to take turns to test-fire.

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"It stands to reason that even if the accuracy of straight rifling is worse, the accuracy improved by curved rifling cannot be just that little, right?"

Looking at the eight deformed lead pellets embedded in the two targets, Wang Bing couldn't help but wonder.

"Brother, what are you looking at? It's pretty good to be able to have such good accuracy at such a long distance!"

Just when Wang Bing was wondering about the accuracy of this rifled gun, the 'female instructor' came over at some point.

"Sister Nan Wei, although this accuracy is indeed good compared to other muskets, logically speaking, these projectiles should be at this position!"

He reached out and made a hand-sized mark between the targets, and Wang Bing still said with a puzzled look on his face.

"What? You mean the bull's-eye position?"

Stretching out her fingers like spring onions, the 'female instructor' then made a virtual circle on the target and asked.

"Well, it is indeed...eh?"

Looking at the tender white fingertips of the 'female instructor', Wang Bing couldn't help but feel something in her heart.

"Brother, you..."

Seeing Wang Bing staring straight at her fingers, the female instructor retracted her fingers with a whoosh and hid her hands behind her back.

"I thought about why, haha, thank you, Sister Nanwei!"

Wang Bing, who didn't realize that his behavior was rude, couldn't help but smile with joy.

"Uh, what did I think of?"

Seeing the happy look on Wang Bing's face, the 'female instructor', knowing that she had misunderstood, quickly asked.

"I thought why this rifled gun is not accurate enough. It's because of the projectiles, haha!"

It turned out that after seeing the white and slender fingers of the 'female instructor' before, Wang Bing remembered that the bullets of later generations generally used conical designs instead of the current spherical projectiles.

"Aren't all gunshot projectiles like this?"

Pointing at the projectiles embedded in the target, the 'female instructor' also looked puzzled.

"Hey, that's not necessarily true. If this projectile is made into a shape similar to Sister Nan Wei's fingertips, its accuracy will definitely be higher!"

Looking at the 'female instructor''s spring-white fingers again, Wang Bing said with a serious smile.

"Nothing is right! How can a projectile be made like that!"

The 'female instructor', who didn't believe Wang Bing's words at all, rolled her eyes and turned around and left.

"Lao San, why are these two blunderbuss so accurate?"

Just when the 'female instructor' turned around and left, Qi Panzong and the others, who had finally finished their fun, walked over with excitement on their faces, carrying the two rifled muskets.

"Didn't you notice any difference between these two cannons?"

Seeing that these guys were just enjoying themselves and didn't notice the special features of the two cannons, Wang Bing couldn't help but be speechless.

"What's different? Could it be that, Third Brother, you are talking about the reason why the inside of the barrel is not polished smooth?"

When Wang Bing said this, the first person to notice the special features of this rifled gun was the usually carefree Hu Dabiao!

"What do you mean it's not polished smooth? It's rifling, specially carved out!"
Chapter completed!