Back in the yard, connect the gun head to the gun rod, tie the red tassel, and five special long guns came out.

The gun head is about eight inches long and in a triangular shape. There is a blood groove on each side. The gun stem is about two meters long. It is made of good solid logs. The whole gun weighs about ten kilograms.

Qin Huan held the gun in his hands and waved it for a while. He stabbed the wooden target several times. He still felt a little heavy.

The young people's eyes have long been straight. They have a weapon in their hands in these years, and their chances of survival are much higher.

There are only five long guns in total, which must not be enough points. We have to compete to decide who will spend the long gun.

The rule is very simple. Stab the target suddenly. Within one minute, the six people who stab the most times and the most accurate stab will get the long gun. As for the strength, it is impossible to evaluate for the time being.

One hundred teenagers were all rubbing their hands, and even mother and daughter couldn't help coming to the courtyard to watch the excitement.

As a result, he was caught and used as an artificial timer to count from one to sixty. In addition to himself, they were competent. Who wouldn't let them count?

"One, two, three..."

"Kill! Kill! Kill... "

For a time, in addition to Li Waner's counting voice, only the teenagers had to shout when they stabbed.

A young man lined up and used the real gun in turn. According to Qin Huan's teaching, hold the gun in one hand, stand at attention, then step forward, hold the gun in both hands on the side, and thrust forward.

The targets are throat, head, right chest, left chest and abdomen.

It took a hundred people an hour to stab three pieces of wood targets, and then all the stabbing was completed. The mother and daughter shouted hoarse.

The five teenagers with the best results fondled the real gun in their hands and couldn't put it down. The other teenagers looked envious.

"Don't be discouraged. We'll have a competition in three days. The ten people with the best results will be real guys, so we should practice frequently in these three days."

After hearing this, the teenagers all clenched their fists, rushed to their respective training positions and began to practice mechanically.

Qin Huan was very pleased to see them train so hard. He spent so much money to train them.

At first, he was worried that these teenagers would be disobedient and planned to come down.

But who ever thought that after a month, no one dared to refute his orders, and his words were unconditionally and resolutely implemented.

At first, he wondered. Later, he figured out that these teenagers were orphans. They used to wander on the death line every day. Now they have food, clothing and a sense of security. The firearm camp is a paradise.

And he gave all this. Once anyone doesn't obey, he will be driven away. There are countless examples of teenagers outside the city, so people with a little brain know what to do

Three days later, old man Liu finally hit the barrel of the gun, which was slightly longer than chopsticks, almost the thickness of the barrel of the gun.

Qin Huan was very happy to touch the barrel of the gun and knocked it. He thought there should be no problem. He quickly struck while the iron was hot and asked old man Liu to make other parts.

Qin Huan knew a lot about firearms in the late Ming Dynasty. He naturally didn't like it when they were ignited by fire rope, so he wanted to ignite with flint.

To his surprise, he just described the principle of gravel ignition. Old man Liu was stunned, then nodded and said no problem.

Qin Huan was one hundred and twenty people who didn't believe it. After all, the technology of forging iron can be accumulated over the years. Practice makes perfect.

But the gravel firing structure is not complex, but it is not simple at all. Can it be designed by an illiterate who doesn't know big words?

Although he described the basic principles, it was in the late Ming Dynasty. I'm afraid even Xu Guangqi, who is known as the inventor of the Ming Dynasty, may not be able to boast about it!

"Liu Lao, can you really make the firing device?"

"A small impact recovery device can't bring down the old. It's the idea of Xiao Qin's leader igniting with flint. It's very innovative."

Old man Liu touched his beard with a trace of disdain in his pride, as if he didn't pay attention to the firing structure at all.

"Well, I'll wait and see. I'll trouble Mr. Liu to build it as soon as possible." Qin Huan nodded suspiciously. If it weren't for the fact that old Liu didn't boast, he wouldn't believe him.

But two days later, when Qin Huan came to the blacksmith's shop again, he looked at the finished hand gun in his hand and took a cold breath.

Pull up the faucet beside the gunpowder pool, and then pull the trigger. It was found that the faucet did fall heavily, and the two pieces of gravel hit together, sending out sparks.

Qin Huan suddenly lost his chin, and then he was very happy. If it wasn't for the handicraft technology in the late Ming Dynasty, he would have found the treasure.

"Liu Lao, are you really just a crop handle?"

"It's natural." The old man smiled.

"Cheat the ghost, an ordinary blacksmith. If I only say it once, I can get out the flint gun, then we won't be invaded by foreigners frequently."

Qin Huan stared at him and bit his teeth.

The old man can even think of using folded steel sheets to replace springs. Eighty percent of his ancestors were born as a craftsman, and may still be a great craftsman

"Ha ha!"

Old man Liu just laughed, but he didn't answer.

"Liu Lao, I wonder if you are interested in joining my firearm camp?"

He had already made it clear that the old man had no children and no children. He had no relatives except two disciples, and this blacksmith shop was also the only property.

"Hehe, I'm old and can't stand the toss. I don't want to run around anymore, so I'm afraid I'll disappoint leader Qin." The old man smiled bitterly, then hugged his fist and shook his head.

"In that case, I'm not reluctant, but I still hope Mr. Liu will think about it. After all, are your two disciples still young?"

Qin Huan also threw a fist and left, because he couldn't wait to test the gun.

However, although he said it was not forced, he had made up his mind that the old man would get it anyway.

The old man still wants to live a stable life. He is obviously daydreaming. He doesn't know the style of the eighth king.

The eighth king is going to rest in Gucheng now. He shouldn't leave in a short time, so he didn't embarrass them. When he leaves, he's sure all the blacksmiths and carpenters will pack up and take them away.

Qin Huan had to run to the blacksmith's shop almost every day for several days.

Carrot and stick are both soft and hard. If you want to invite the old man and his two disciples to the firearm camp, you almost don't tie people directly.

But they were politely rejected by the old man.

But where would Qin Huan give up?

If you attract the old man and help him build a flint gun in the future, you will be very excited, so you still take the trouble to run to the blacksmith's shop every day.

After all, Liu Bei was still looking at the cottage, but he seems to have been looking at the blacksmith's shop for nearly ten times. If the old man still doesn't appreciate it in the end, don't blame him. It's hard to tie him up like Zhang Fei.

However, after some in-depth contact, Qin Huan felt that the old man was not simple.

The spear head has been forged, with a total of 50 handles. If you want to continue to forge it, there is no iron material. You just want to buy it with other battalions, and there is no silver.

As for going to ask Zhang Xianzhong, forget it. Last time, in order to test the gun, he abraded the skin of his mouth and gave him five kilograms of gunpowder. He was so angry that he almost shot him on the spot.