No one is perfect, and no matter how perfect a person is, he will have his own personality shortcomings. This is not a bad thing. It is precisely such shortcomings that each individual makes us different and the world will be rich and colorful.

In the prosperous era, Emperor Chongzhen's shortcomings were not shortcomings. However, in the last dynasty where poverty and weakness, Emperor Chongzhen's personality shortcomings would only accelerate the fate of the fallen country of the Ming Dynasty.

In the end, the government issued by the court was originally some policies that benefited the people, but the contradictions were further intensified.

In fact, the flintlock rifle developed by Bi Maokang has certain flaws, such as the shooting accuracy and shooting distance are a bit unsatisfactory. However, this is not a problem for Zhu Cixuan, and he and Bi Maokang studied and discussed day and night.

With the help of Bi Maokang, Zhu Cixuan finally figured out the method of making the flintlock rifle. However, although it could be made, in this era of backward industrial industries, it would take a month for a flintlock rifle and a skilled craftsman to build one.

At least this is a huge progress. At least in Zhongcui Palace, after repeated argumentation and experimentation, the first flintlock rifle was built like this.

The steel pipes are quenched through multiple processes, and the solid steel pipes are drilled out bit by bit by bit by bit by hand by craftsmen. This is to ensure that the round lead bullets are not exploded when used. Bi Maokang pushed the lead bullet into the chamber and used a wooden hammer to push the bullet into the chamber.

This is very time-consuming, Zhu Ciyang frowned: "Sir Bi, wouldn't it be much simpler if we wrap the projectiles in deer-skin slices and then put them in the cavity?"

Bi Maokang was stunned, then nodded hurriedly: "That's right, if the prince is soaked in butter, it will increase its power. Your highness is so smart that the emperor did not even think of this."

There is a flintlock rifle called the Kentucky rifle. The rifle is considered to be only available to professionals because the front loading method is very difficult. The Kentucky long rifle adopts a special loading method, using linen or deer-skin soaked in grease to wrap the projectiles and load them into the bore, reducing friction, not only speeding up the loading speed, but also playing a role in air retention, the accuracy is improved and the range is also increased.

It is this "smart" loading method that makes the use of Kentucky rifles popularized and can be used by just a skilled person, which has helped the United States win several key battles.

According to Zhu Cixuan's method, Bi Maokang quickly handed him the flintlock gun loaded with lead bullets. In fact, Zhu Cixuan didn't want to touch the gun. He liked to be Zhuge Liang with a feather fan. How could he, the prince, take action on the fight and killing?

"Mr. Bi, you should do this shot." Zhu Cixuan said.

Looking at the target not far away, it was a row of wine jars. The wine jars were full of good tribute wines. At this moment, Zhong Cuigong and other tribute wines became targets for gun training. The distance was not far, and the blind man could even beat them at fifty steps.

Bi Maokang replied: "Your Highness, since the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, this is the first self-generated musket we have made. Your Highness is the first person to fire this gun from ancient times to the present. Don't you want to try it?"

Zhu Cilang has more or less obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he is afraid that this thing will explode. Although the first flintlock rifle of the Ming Dynasty was released, the forging technology was very pure, Zhu Cilang is still a little worried that it will explode.

But Bi Maokang's words made him unable to refuse. Zhu Cilang sighed and took the flintlock rifle: "Do you know why I don't like you civil servants? You can always find a hundred reasons to make people do things that you obviously don't like but are hard to refuse."

Bi Maokang just smiled: "This is a good thing that has been famous in history. In the future, there may be such a record from the historian. The self-made musket was developed by the Eastern Palace of the Ming Dynasty. His Royal Highness, the first person to shoot this shot, would pass through the sun for a hundred steps, and he would win every shot."

Zhu Cilang turned his head and looked at him, correcting him: "Come again, Bi Maokang, this is not called a self-produced musket, it is called a flintlock rifle."

Regardless of whether you have a firearm or a flintlock gun, Bi Maokang did not argue anymore, and Zhu Cilang finally raised his gun.

The sight of the sight was adjusted, and at three points and one line, the muzzle of the flintlock rifle was aimed at a wine jar fifty steps away. Zhu Cixuan took a deep breath, stabilized the gun and pulled the trigger...

With a "bang!", a burst of white smoke rose. The wine jar in front of everyone was broken. This shot made Zhu Cixuan, a layman, easily use the flintlock spear, really powerful.

"Okay! Great, Your Highness, we succeeded!" The palace people in Zhongcui Palace cheered immediately. The Emperor Wansui said that if he could make a musket, His Royal Highness could enter and exit the palace gate freely, and no one could care about it.

The prince of the Eastern Palace must never leave the palace at will. Moreover, Zhu Cilang was young and did not have the will of Chongzhen, so he could only stay in Zhongcui's palace.

Now, Long Live is a golden word. Your Highness can leave the palace at will. Sun Wangcai and the secret guard Meng Fanchao were secretly relieved. They no longer had to worry, because the prince's casual exit from the palace, and he was also affected by the fish.

The people in the Eastern Palace were also happy, and they didn't have to worry. When they couldn't find the prince, they would be punished. They were almost dragged to the cold palace and executed collectively.

The happiest thing is Bi Maokang, who was restored to his post. Bi Maokang spent his whole life researching weapons. Especially the self-produced musket he developed himself did not become popular in the Ming Dynasty, and his life was a great hatred.

Now, with the help of the prince, this flintlock rifle has not only been successfully developed. It is also more accurate and powerful than its original theory.

Even this kind of flintlock rifle can easily deal with Jiannu's iron cavalry on the battlefield in Liaodong.

Faced with the fiercely coming Jiannu Iron Cavalry, the Ming army on the Liaodong border never dared to face its sharpness. The Ming army has always been huddled in the city, and there are few examples of actively counterattacking.

If there is such a flintlock artifact, the Jiannu archer on the battlefield will be a hot chicken.

"Your Highness, try to re-install it." Bi Maokang said in surprise.

Zhu Cixuan threw the gun to him: "Mr. Bi has devoted himself to the development of the flintlock rifle. You should do this second shot."

Bi Maokang hesitated for a moment, and finally took the musket. Just as he loaded the lead bullet and re-energized the shooting.

Suddenly, Zhu Cilang waved his hand: "Wait."

Everyone was stunned, and Bi Maokang also put down the flintlock rifle in his hand.
Chapter completed!