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Chapter 372 The Ancients Who Can't Be Underestimated

The insolent personal guard Shen Hui looked at Young Master Liu who was "gloating" and shook his head helplessly, silently sighing that the ignorant are fearless.

He raised his hand and patted First Young Master Liu on the shoulder, nuzzled, "Master Liu, look over there."

Young Master Liu looked in the direction Shen Hui was pointing at, and the laughter stopped abruptly. The three phoenix feather arrows were neatly inserted on the ground, and the distance between them seemed to be measured with a ruler. .

"Damn it." Young Master Liu turned his head and looked at the distance between the arrow and the target, which was more than 20 meters away.

It's not that Zhang Kuang didn't hit the target, but that the arrow pierced through the target 20 meters and stuck on the ground. He looked back at the thickly wrapped target, Young Master Liu looked at his body and shivered.

If this kind of power is shot at an unsuspecting person, it will definitely hurt the guts.

Every time Young Master Liu passed by an archery target, he glanced lightly, no longer fussing.

Isn't it just shooting through the target!There is nothing to make a fuss about, this young master has seen Barrett blow up a car, come on, we are also people who have seen the world, okay?

That's what he said, but Young Master Liu's dignified eyes showed that his heart was not so peaceful.

Slowly approaching the [-]-step archery target, a group of people were complimenting Zhang Kuang.

Young Master Liu squeezed in and saw the Phoenix Feather Arrow firmly planted on the target. His heart trembled. He was able to hit it with an arrow from a distance of more than 400 meters. Is this still a human?

Liu Mingzhi suddenly remembered Li Guang, a famous general of the Han Dynasty in history, who once described Li Guang's poems as Ping Ming looking for a white feather, not in the stone edge.

At this moment, Young Master Liu's confidence in making a troll is gone. He has to admit that the lethality of a troll at close range is unrivaled, but what is the range of a troll? Faith, but remote?

The range of the gunpowder sprayer increased by ten times may not be able to reach more than 400 steps and hit the bullseye steadily, and this is still a way to hurt the enemy by eight hundred and self-damage one thousand.

Ten times the gunpowder is not to say whether it can be successful, but the bombardment is certain.

The iron pipe made in hand is not a seamless steel pipe, and it cannot withstand the power of gunpowder explosion at all.

Zhang Kuang walked up to First Young Master Liu with the handle on his knife, and looked at First Young Master Liu with a gratified expression: "Boy, as long as you test that the wear and tear of the arrow can have half the power of the arrow forged through thousands of years of hard work, you will be making a huge contribution."

"It's all for His Majesty."

"Let's see how powerful the eight-ox crossbow is."

"General, please move."

A group of people rushed back to the shanty again and walked towards the area where the carpenter made the eight-ox crossbow. There were three eight-ox crossbows that were twice the size of the current bed crossbow. There were about two meters above the crossbow groove. The crossbow arrows flashed with a stern cold light.

Gently patting the newly created Ba Niu Zhang Kuang is as full of love as touching a girl's skin.

Liu Mingzhi looked at the three-bow bed crossbow, and there was nothing unusual, because he didn't know the specific appearance of the eight-ox crossbow. He had watched many videos of some weapon masters imitating the eight-ox crossbow in later generations, but the imitation At best, the eight-ox crossbow can shoot tens of meters, which is far from the range of seven or eight hundred steps recorded in historical records.

He also didn't have the slightest bottom line in his mind about the specific range of the eight-ox crossbow made by these craftsmen according to his tips.

"The current bed crossbow can shoot [-] steps, right?"

"Back to the general, five hundred steps or even six hundred steps, depending on the wear of the crossbowstring."

"Five hundred steps to set the target, three arrows to shoot together."

"Order."

While someone was going to set up the archery target, the soldiers here pushed the heavy eight-ox crossbow out of the shanty town to a place with a wider view.

"Wind."

A group of soldiers began to stir the winch on the eight-ox crossbow with great effort, and the creaking sound came from the eight-ox crossbow, which made people's teeth ache.

Young Master Liu twitched uncomfortably.

"What's the matter, are you not confident?"

Looking at Young Master Liu who was shaking his body, Zhang Kuang asked curiously.

"No, it's just uncomfortable listening to the sound of winding."

"It's good to get used to it, it's the same with killing things."

"Targeting completed."

A group of craftsmen retreated from the eight-ox crossbow, and a group of soldiers in armor walked up to the eight-ox crossbow and gestured with a few weird rulers.

"General, what are they doing?"

Young Master Liu was a little dazed looking at the weird actions of a dozen soldiers. How did he feel so similar to the people who surveyed the construction site in later generations?

Zhang Kuang looked at Young Master Liu with disgust: "Of course it is to measure the distance and calibrate the target. You don't think that the bed crossbow just puts crossbow arrows on the enemy and shoots blindly at the enemy, right? In that case, how can the bed crossbow kill the enemy general? I don’t even understand how you drew the eight-ox crossbow blueprint?”

Young Master Liu looked depressedly at the arrogance who disliked him and almost spat out old blood. Who knew you ancients were so awesome and knew how to measure the distance and measure the target. He really thought that the bed crossbow was just relying on faith to shoot the enemy. , One arrow shot out looks like a skewer.

I have to say that Young Master Liu, who was in the Longwuwei camp these two days, completely opened his eyes. It turns out that there were black technologies in ancient times.

"General, how did they measure the distance?"

Zhang Kuang pointed to the wooden stick in the hands of one of the soldiers: "There are twenty scales on that ruler, one scale is fifty steps, how many steps you want to shoot, you can just target the enemy and use the scale to measure the distance, which one? The short ruler is used to adjust the angle, left and right are also measured according to the scale on the ruler, the smallest one is exactly the scale value of the enemy's position, as long as the three are concentrated, ten crossbow bolts can basically hit five or six arrows Left and right, after all, the shooting range of the bed crossbow has a large deviation, and it is not as easy to master as the bow and arrow."

The corner of Liu's mouth twitched as he looked at the soldiers standing beside the bed crossbow and gestured from time to time. Isn't this the same fucking reason as the adjustment of artillery elements in later generations?

The only gap is that the theory is not yet perfect, and it is more precise without artillery, but it has already had a pretty good prototype.

Scratching his neck in confusion, First Young Master Liu clicked his tongue and sighed: "I saw it with my eyes, I saw it with my eyes completely, General, I would like to ask, how did they know these questions?"

Zhang Kuang looked at Young Master Liu like an idiot: "General drinking horses, you kid can't be fooled! "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic", "Heavenly Creations", and "Luban Secret Code" all involve these questions about distance Ah, otherwise, what do you think that so many doctors in the Imperial College are doing?"

Uh. First Young Master Liu was speechless by Zhang Kuang. What can he do? He is also very desperate.

At this time, Zhang Kuang didn't look like a great general fighting on the battlefield, but talked like a mathematician in later generations, making Young Master Liu look like an elementary school student who listened carefully.

Young Master Liu really wanted to grab Zhang Kuang's clothes and roar, are you a time traveler or this young master is a time traveler, do you know that you're going to hang on to your father like this?Does Hua Luogeng know?

The baby's heart is bitter, and the baby's reluctance to speak is the truest portrayal of Young Master Liu's heart at this time.

He could only hang his head in a muffled voice and look at the soldiers who adjusted the eight-ox crossbow.

A moment later, a man who looked like a commander shouted, "General, it's time to launch."

Zhang Kuang nodded calmly: "Let go."

The hammers in the hands of the three soldiers suddenly fell, and there were three sharp sounds of piercing through the air, and the crossbow bolts shot away undetectable to the naked eye.

The sentinels in the distance sent messages one by one between the breaths: "Three arrows hit two arrows, the target is broken into pieces, and the crossbow arrows that missed the target will be lowered by one scale."

"Cut it down by one scale."

"Order."

After a while of fuss: "The adjustment is complete."

"Fire arrows."

The sound of breaking through the air came again.

"Hitting the bull's-eye, the target shattered."

(End of this chapter)