"Husband, you won't leave?"
"Don't go, I don't know what you will despise if I leave! But now it's just my guess. I hope all this is just my nerves!"
"Then who is called to go to Yuzhou City this time to find out the news?"
Wu Zheng smiled and said: "This Shenmuzhai is yours, and you are better than me in arranging manpower! I have to go to Lao Yang to do something, you just tell me when the people come back."
"Is it possible that you are planning to live with Lao Yang before people come back?"
Wu Zheng smiled slightly: "Since I have promised to die with you, it would be hard for me to feel at ease if that thing is not made!"
Even though the shovel of the pickaxe has been moved to the Feihu Cave in Qingshuihe, the blast furnace in Yang Er’s blacksmith’s shop has never been extinguished. The only difference is that there are fewer dings and dings. The sound of iron strikes.
The three hydraulically driven punching machines were already spinning rumblingly. Wu Zheng came here first and grabbed a handful of copper shells from the Lanzi next to the punching machine and looked at it.
That’s right, this is that the cartridge case is exactly the same as the cartridge case of the rifle of later generations. Wu Zheng dealt with these in his previous life. He was familiar with the production of firearms and couldn’t be more familiar with it. Even if the conditions for production in this life are limited, they were crafted in the Great Zhou Empire. With the help of the master superintendent's life and the help of the Virgin Mary, who used chemistry as a fairy technique, it was not difficult for Wu Zheng to do some tricks.
However, the bullet was made, but the efficiency was too low and there were too many waste products. This was determined by the backwardness of craftsmanship in this era. Wu Zheng could not cross this hurdle in a short time.
But no matter what, this gun is still to be made, and if it is to be made, it is necessary to make a good gun, what kind of musket or flint gun, it would be a shame for Wu Zheng, who was born as an agent, to use those things in this life.
Only with a gun in his hand can Wu Hui find some sense of security in this era of cold weapons.
Wu Zheng looked at the cartridge cases in his hand, and there were two out of five that did not meet the requirements, and he would definitely lose some more in the process of loading the primer, and would definitely sweep the next batch when loading the ammunition.
Therefore, even if the three hydraulic presses are working day and night, they can produce less than 30 bullets a day.
But it doesn't matter, at least the production safety measures that I have formulated have now proved to be very effective, because so far there has never been a safety accident in this workshop.
And he has no plans to make a heavy machine gun now, these bullets are completely enough for a rifle. At the same time, as long as the people are good, the bullets will eventually grow in the way of gathering sand into towers. And as the workers’ skills and craftsmanship mature, the production speed of bullets will definitely become faster and better. Wait until everything is done. On the right track, it was not too late to rebuild the machine gun.
After reading the bullets, Wu Zheng went to the second floor to see his gun. Some of the steel pipes were lost here, some of them exploded directly, and some of them were deformed even though they didn't explode.
If you want to find the right steel to make this barrel, you have to take it slowly. Anyway, the steel filling method is very mature in Lao Yang's hands. It is only a matter of time to find the steel suitable for the barrel.
"Master, why did you come today?" Yang Er, who was guarding the stove, couldn't help but stop and looked at Wu Zheng in surprise.
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Let's see your progress! Why haven't you found suitable steel?"
Yang Er smiled and said, "Alright, this eighth achievement will work."
Seeing Yang Er's eyes full of bloodshot eyes resembling a rabbit, he knew that his old man must have not slept again for the whole night, but his spirit was very excited.
This result was nothing more than the curiosity of his old body, because his son got the bullet. When the first suitable bullet was made, Wu Zheng clamped the bullet in a bench vise and used it. The hammer rang.
Before Wu Zheng told Lao Yang to make a weapon that could penetrate a three-inch thick poplar pole within 500 steps, Lao Yang didn't believe it, but since he saw Wu Zheng tried the first bullet, When a hole the size of a bowl burst out from the back of the peach tree, he was always completely shocked.
Whether this thing can hit five hundred moves or not, it doesn't matter, but in terms of lethality, no matter how powerful it is, it can't match him.
What Lao Yang has to do is to have an opportunity to launch this bullet in his hand. Wu Zheng told him that such a thing is called... (End of this chapter)