Yang Qian refused to let Fu Xuechen go and continued to talk: "In fact, some people have thought of it and tried to apply it to the musket, but flint ignition is not much better than flint. They are also afraid of moisture, and even ignition is unstable, and they are not easy to maintain, so they are not popular."

Is that true? Someone has made a flintlock rifle?

Fu Xuechen couldn't help but frowned, but his face was dissatisfied. The flintlock device was just an extremely small step in the evolution of the musket.

Yang Qian smiled. Unlike his disdain for these two children yesterday, he is much easier today, and his mentality towards these two children has become tolerant and lenient. Seeing that Fu Xuechen was dissatisfied, he said, "The Firearms Bureau is packing the design drawings of the flintlock gun and samples. Do you want to take a look?"

Fu Xuechen was ok, but Yoongzuo was a little surprised. He thought that his idea of ​​flintlock was quite amazing when he was studying with him. It turned out that the Firearms Bureau had been designed and manufactured, but it was just abandoned due to the cost of technology.

When we arrived at the Firearms Bureau, the officials in the bureau welcomed us warmly, and the treatment of everyone rose sharply. Not only did we have warm charcoal fires to keep warm, but we also had comfortable chairs, fragrant and pleasant hot tea and snacks, which made people feel very happy.

After carefully looking at the drawings and flintlock guns that Yang Qian ordered to bring, Fu Xuechen discovered that the craftsmen of the Darong Empire were a bit good! The simple and unpretentious guns in later generations have insisted on showing off their skills in the hands of craftsmen these days. In addition to their exquisite workmanship, they also carved some exquisite patterns. Don’t worry about whether it is practical or not, it exudes a sense of luxury art from the inside out.

Fu Xuechen nodded and shook his head again, looking disapproving, but said nothing.

Yoongzuo was still thinking about playing with the flintlock musket, frequently shooting out sparks, and praised him.

However, Yang Qian had been paying attention to Fu Xuechen, who invented the printing press. When he saw her reaction, he couldn't help but: "How about it? How can Mr. Fu have any advice?"

Fu Xuechen felt that fortunately, she was a science girl in her previous life, and she had a veteran grandfather who had played guns in military training. She also glanced at the relevant videos and materials because of her interest. Otherwise, at this moment, she would really not be able to give any better suggestions.

But why did she show this? Isn’t she so angry enough for her father? But when she heard Yoongzuo suddenly said with emotion: “It seems that the practice of riding and archery is still indispensable… Yuchen, when you go back, you must strengthen the training of archery.”

Fu Xuechen seemed to be obsessed with the cat with his tail, and immediately opened his eyes wide: "No! Why are you so persistent in archery? You see, isn't it good to use this flintlock gun to defend yourself? We are not the front-line military patrol, so there is no need to practice archery as well, right?!"

Yang Qian next to him laughed: "Mr. Fu, your highness is for your own good! It's not peaceful these days. The thieves in the world are like grass, and they can't be cut and destroyed. What these people are best at is assassination among the crowd. No one can say that they will be caught by them one day, and there are also assassinations in the street. If someone accidentally lets these assassins approach and your flintlock gun fails, that's bad! It's better to master a good archery technique! After a few arrows, you can't say that you can kill them."

Listening to Yang Qian's ridicule, Yoongzuo looked at him with a look of regret. Fu Xuechen's aura suddenly became aroused, and Yang Qian also said that without good archery skills, she was really afraid of being assassinated. It would be better to build a handgun and carry it with her when she goes out. Then no matter how good the martial arts master is, no matter how good the martial arts master is, no matter how good the master is, it is impossible for any master to avoid bullets.

"Give me a paper, pen and a squad ruler!" Fu Xuechen shouted anxiously.

Yang Qian's eyes lit up and he quickly waved to the public housing officer to bring paper and hard pen for Fu Xuechen.

That’s right! There were also hard pens in ancient China, including charcoal strips, and graphite "pencils". There were also copper ink pens with nibs with seams. They were generally used by craftsmen to draw various design drawings, map surveying, construction patterns, etc.

Fu Xuechen got the paper, pen and squad ruler and immediately worked hard at his desk.

She didn't carefully measure the size, and no matter whether the lines were horizontal and vertical, she just drew it like a sketch. Thanks to the drawing level she had learned in her previous life for more than ten years, she just drew a sketch, but she actually drew a delicate feeling.

Without thinking too much, Fu Xuechen drew a cross-sectional view of a striker-type medium-long musket between a short gun and a long gun. It has a firing device and trigger matching the striker, as well as a safety bolt. Even the butt stock and the barrel with a sight were drawn, and the rifle was even drawn in the barrel.

After drawing the musket, the sectional view of the pointed bullet is drawn, with holes left at the bottom, then black gunpowder, mercury threate wrapped in the middle, and finally the bullet is the one.

Fu Xuechen was confident and did not take long to draw these things. He brushed them a few times and finished them. He handed the drawing to Yang Qian: "Okay, take it! This is my entire idea of ​​the new type of musket!"

Yang Qian couldn't wait to get the drawings and kept looking at them. While looking at them, he combined his experience to examine them. The firing device and the trigger were slightly changed, but the way of exerting force could be seen to be in line with the flintlock gun. He just replaced the hammer with the firing needle, but the shadow of flint was missing.

In addition, there is a small mechanism like a baffle. What is this? Is it a substitute for flint? What is the small raised door-shaped hole at the front of the barrel? What does the few oblique short lines inside the barrel mean?

I couldn't figure it out, but I felt that these designs were of great significance. Yang Qian also forgot that there was a child who was only twelve or thirteen years old in front of him. He even held the drawings and asked for advice sincerely: "I am not talented and I have not been able to fully understand the meaning. Can you please give me a detailed explanation of Xiaohou Fu?"

Fu Xuechen had known that he would not understand many things, so he immediately pointed to the designs that had not appeared in the current era and explained them to him one by one: "This is a safety plug, which is designed to prevent firefighting. It is closed normally, so it can ensure that the firefighting will not hurt people when it is needed..."

"...This is a sight, which can use the principle of two points and one line to help people aim at the shooting target... This is called rifling, which can cause the shot bullet to rotate at a high speed, greatly increasing the accuracy and range of shooting."
Chapter completed!