Chapter 573 Finally Became My Direct Descendant
The three-stage shooting technique is something that the Ming Dynasty warriors have not seen for a long time.
Many years ago, Mu Ying used the three-stage shooting when he dealt with the natives in Yunnan, but Jiang Qingzhi thought it was just a prototype. At that time, the firearms of the Ming Dynasty were in a mess, and their power, accuracy, and range were all very impressive.
Not only that, the process of loading the gunpowder was also very cumbersome and time-consuming. Therefore, Jiang Qingzhi felt that Mu Ying's three-stage shooting could not form a dense alternation of firepower.
In other words, there must be a firepower gap between each of Mu Ying's three-stage shooting.
It's okay to deal with the natives of Yunnan, but if you face the cavalry of the foreign races on the grassland, anyone who dares to leave a gap in firepower will be seeking death.
Once the cavalry charged into the formation, a massacre was almost inevitable.
In fact, the three-stage shooting was used earlier in the early Song Dynasty, but the weapon was a crossbow.
As for the situation outside the Ming Dynasty, Jiang Qingzhi didn't know, but he felt that his peers should have studied the density of firepower output.
Therefore, the three-stage shooting is not a secret skill, the key still lies in the weapon.
At this time, the mainstream of Western counterparts was still smoothbore muskets, which were ignited by matchlocks. The firing rate was not fast, and the range and accuracy were not satisfactory.
Why do we have to play the line-up shooting game?
Because the accuracy and range of the smoothbore rifle are so impressive, if you are playing alone and fire a shot, I guess even the person firing the shot cannot guarantee where his shot will hit.
If the accuracy is not enough, we can make up for it with firepower density.
queue!
Make up for it with firepower density.
Not enough range?
Simple, close the distance until you put the musket to the opponent's face and then fire...
This was the mainstream tactic used with smoothbore guns at that time.
Firepower density, shortening the distance... Western counterparts used these two methods to make up for the shortcomings of smoothbore rifles. This method was surprisingly effective against the natives in the colonies.
But Jiang Qingzhi knew that if he used smoothbore muskets to deal with the grassland cavalry, he must have artillery support and cold weapons as an aid.
So, he simply started with a flintlock rifle.
The snow is still falling.
The soldiers of the Huben Zuowei who were lined up on the side were still standing straight.
But when they looked at the target area, everyone was stunned.
"Put away your guns!" Ma Fang shouted.
Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said to the stunned generals, "Let's go and take a look."
The generals followed Jiang Qingzhi into the target area.
Yan Xu picked up a target, looked at the holes on it, and couldn't help but touch the bright armor on his body.
Someone said, "Master, wearing thick armor should be able to block it, right?"
Jiang Qingzhi said calmly: "How about giving it a try?"
"Ma Fang!" Jiang Qingzhi called Ma Fang over, "Come here."
Someone took off his armor and hung it on the wooden target, and Ma Fang moved away to eighty steps away.
As a disciple of Jiang Qingzhi, Ma Fang trained harder than anyone else and was very familiar with muskets.
He skillfully loaded the ammunition, raised the gun, and aimed...
Looking at Ma Fang's calm expression, Jiang Qingzhi couldn't help but think of the fearless, brave and invincible general in history.
Cold weapons will gradually be eliminated, and no matter how brave a warrior is, they will all be equal in front of lead bullets.
Ma Fang studied with him for a long time and gradually became more proficient in military tactics. If it weren't for his lack of experience, Jiang Qingzhi even thought he would be more than qualified to be a thousand-householder.
Bang!
Smoke spewed out of the muzzle.
According to drill, during the test, one must wait until the gunners put away their guns before checking, but the generals could not wait and trotted over to check.
Yan Xu relied on his status to run in the first place. He ran to the armor, stopped, and took a breath.
"How's it going?"
"But it didn't penetrate?"
The generals rushed forward.
On the armor, at the heart area.
A hideous hole!
The generals were silent.
After a long while, Yan Xu spoke up, “From now on, the so-called bravery…before the musket, will become a joke.”
"My Lord has created such a deadly weapon. Will he be remembered in history, or..." The educated general was shocked and thought about the future. "Countless people will fall under the gun. How will historians record it?"
Behind him, Jiang Qingzhi's voice came, "Ming Changwei Bo made a flintlock rifle and killed countless people."
The generals turned around, and Yan Xu bowed, "My Lord said that fighting will undergo a radical change from now on. Now that I have seen the power of the flintlock rifle, I think... this is true."
Chen Bao looked at Jiang Qingzhi and thought of his grandfather's words.
After Jiang Qingzhi revealed his identity as the leader of the Mohist School, my grandfather said it was okay, the Mohists were the Mohists, and we would just follow him to kill people without being implicated.
After the Confucian-Mohist War broke out, especially after the Suzhou incident, my grandfather made an exception and stayed in the study for two days. My family was worried about him, so they went to ask about him, but were scolded and sent back.
Two days later, my grandfather came out of seclusion and called Chen Bao over.
Chen Bao still remembers his grandfather's expression at that time, which was very relaxed and somewhat relieved.
"In the Suzhou incident, Chang Wei Bo used the heads of more than a dozen powerful people to warn the world, and also to warn Confucianism. But it also broke the official rules that had been in place for many years."
Grandfather sighed and said, "Although Fan Wenzheng and Wang Anshi's reforms in the early Song Dynasty turned against the literati, both sides abided by the rules, that is... they did not use the tactics of conquest and punishment."
"The Suzhou incident was about the scholars and officials sabotaging the new policy. According to the rules, after the Chang Wei Bo investigated the matter, he should have handed it over to the court for handling. But he brazenly killed people."
"How famous is Su Shi? He is not popular among both the old and new parties. If it weren't for this rule, such a great talent would have died long ago. The "Eastward Flowing River" would have become a swan song. But he survived. This is the use of rules."
Grandfather sighed, "Chang Wei Bo's move will cause endless trouble. From now on, the Confucians will not follow the rules when they take action. When it comes to killing, they will not hesitate at all."
Chen Bao didn't take it seriously at the time, but his grandfather said, "You are the direct descendant of Lord Changwei. Once Lord Changwei meets with an accident or falls from power, the Chen family will certainly be affected." Chen Bao thought his grandfather would make him compromise, or even remove him from the Tiger Guards, but his grandfather stroked his beard and said, "I have been thinking about this in the study for two days. I discovered something. Before the 27th year of Jiajing, everything in the court was the same as before. His Majesty was practicing Taoism in the Western Garden, and Yan Song and his party controlled the government. The Confucians watched all this with cold eyes, looking for an opportunity to take action..."
Grandfather said meaningfully: "But since Chang Wei Bo came to Beijing, everything has changed. Your Majesty has gradually walked out of the West Garden and taken charge of government affairs.
You can see later on that the Beijing Guards were purged, the Mohists rose up... This Ming Dynasty is becoming unfamiliar. What about the Chen family?"
Chen Bao asked at the time: "What does Grandfather think?"
He was ready to argue with his grandfather, but his grandfather said:
"Your Majesty dares to take a gamble, so why can't the Chen family do the same?" Grandfather's eyes were full of brilliance. "As I said before, the Chen family stands on the same side... consistently. Stand! Stand firm!"
"…If historians say I am a butcher, then I am willing to kill for the Ming Dynasty. If foreigners curse me as a devil, I will be overjoyed…If I am punished by the gods for this, I will accept it calmly!"
Jiang Qingzhi spoke, causing all the generals to be in awe.
At this time, a voice shouted: "I am willing to follow you, Lord. Even if it means going to the underworld, I will die if you give me the order!"
It’s Chenbao!
Jiang Qingzhi looked at him in surprise.
"We are willing to follow you, Lord!" Yan Xu lowered his head slightly.
Tiger Guard Left Guard!
Finally became my direct descendant!
Jiang Qingzhi didn't know how his master would view this matter, but he had a clear conscience.
"No need to do that." Jiang Qingzhi said, "You should die for His Majesty and for the Ming Dynasty!"
But the sense of security that comes from having an elite group of people is indescribable.
As soon as Jiang Qingzhi left the Tiger Guards, he was stopped by someone sent by Wang Yiqi. He said with a bitter face that if he couldn't invite Lord Bo to the Ministry of War, the Minister would send him to Yunnan...
After the administrative power of Yunnan was taken back, the first priority was to cleanse the influence of the Mu family. At the same time, officials from the Ministry of Works flocked to the province to explore for mineral veins.
The most important thing is to guard against the invasion of the Burmese.
That place is hell for Beijing officials. Some said they would rather be a minor official in the capital than be a county magistrate in Yunnan.
A sergeant came over and whispered, "Master, there are people around trying to sneak in."
"Tell Chen Ji that it's time to train the troops."
"Yes!"
Living in the capital is not easy. As the population of the capital increases, the desolate places in the past have become bustling cities.
There are many residential houses outside Huben Zuowei.
A thin man quietly appeared in the southeast of the camp.
There was a small courtyard in front of him. The man climbed over the wall and entered. He looked around and saw that there was no movement on the left and right, so he walked over quickly and climbed up to the roof easily along the wooden pillars.
The roof was tilted, and the man lay on it, crawling slowly.
If you look at it from a high place, it looks like a large reptile.
He slowly climbed to the edge of the roof. Just by looking up, he could see the training ground of the Huben Zuowei.
He cautiously reached out his hand first.
no response.
Then reach out your hands.
Still no response.
The man then slowly raised his head.
There were special people watching the houses near the camp, and after dozens of people were arrested, they all quieted down.
This place is a bit far from the camp, but fortunately it is high.
Only when you are high up can you have a clear view.
The man squinted his eyes. He was gifted and could see things in the distance much more clearly than ordinary people.
On the training ground, the soldiers of Huben Zuowei were training.
The formation is constantly changing and rotating.
The man whispered, "The formation is weird. It seems to be protecting the formation in the middle. Why is that? Also, what are those people holding? The spears are not that short..."
He was thinking hard, when suddenly he was shocked all over.
"It's a musket!"
"Wrong, it's a musket!"
The man's body stiffened. "I just..."
The man suddenly grabbed the tile and threw it behind him, then rushed forward.
He crossed the roof and stepped hard on the tiles. Amid the cracking sounds, he chuckled and said, "Goodbye!"
As he said this he jumped down.
After rolling forward on the ground, the man stood up and was about to run.
"Raise the gun!"
Sixty paces to the right, three musketeers raised their muskets.
The man sneered. He knew the fire gun well. If it was fired from a distance of 60 steps, who knows where it would hit. And even if it hit the target, with the power of the Ming fire gun, it would only tickle him.
"put!"
Bang bang bang!
Three gunshots were fired.
The man who had just started running fell down.
He tried to tilt his head to look at the three musketeers and smiled bitterly.
"This...is this the good stuff that Jiang Qingzhi prepared?"
A man walked up to him and carefully checked the wound. "Go and report to the Lord, two of the three shots hit him from sixty steps away, but he was not killed on the spot. I would like to ask if I can continue to use this person to test the gun..."
(End of this chapter)
