MTL - He Holds a Rose from the Abyss-Chapter 16 bullet trajectory
Chi Lang returned to the laboratory, it was late at night. The place is still messy, the floor has lost its original color, and new dark footprints are added every day.
The lights were not turned on in the house, and Lus was lying on the table. He was so thin that he looked like a skeleton from a distance.
The table has always been full of books and waste paper, but it was empty at this time. Obviously, Lus cleared a large area and came out, and then placed a shelf on the table with a musket squarely placed on the shelf.
Chi Lang subconsciously held his breath, took a few steps closer, and leaned down to observe.
There is no metal hook on this gun, so it is not a matchlock gun. Combined with the level of technological development in this era, this should be a flintlock gun.
"What, do you see what's going on?" Ruth woke up at some point, and his tone was a little dejected, "I did this."
"How far is the range? What is the rate of fire? And how is the accuracy?"
"One or two hundred meters, the accuracy is uncertain," Ruth showed a strange smile, "The rate of fire, doesn't it all depend on the speed of your ammunition?"
The information with him all matched, Chi Lang thought, it should be the flintlock gun.
"Want to see its power?" Luth asked him.
Les took him to the basement and said as he walked, "The basement is a wall made of Eternal Stone, where you can test the power of your guns."
Ruth used a lighting technique to reveal the whole picture of the basement. The basement is very large, and the wall at the end is at least 400 meters away from their location. It is also very empty, and there are only a few bullet marks on the wall.
"Although you don't have to worry about hurting you, I still recommend that you cover your ears. I don't have the strength to use soundproofing magic for you." Ruth raised the gun and walked forward.
Chi Lang followed him forward, and Luth first loaded the ammunition. The movement of his hands was very slow, and even the loading took about a minute. He struggled to lift the gun, almost pressing his teeth the trigger.
Chi Lang's attention was entirely on the bullet that came out of the chamber, although he couldn't capture the trajectory of the bullet, he could only see a thick cloud of smoke spreading out in front of him.
Even if he covered his ears, he could hear a loud noise. Chi Lang ran over, and there was only a faint bullet mark on the wall made of "Eternal Stone".
Luth used the light spell to connect the bullet mark and the position he was standing with a line of light, and the line was very skewed. This is also expected, after all, the accuracy of the flintlock gun is not high.
It was only then that Chi Lang turned his attention to Lus and found that Lus's state was not right. Les bent over, panting slightly, barely holding the handle of the gun in his hands.
"Are you okay?" Chi Lang ran over and asked him, "This recoil..."
"I'm fine, I just didn't expect the recoil to be stronger than before... Maybe it's because I'm older than before, so I feel the recoil is stronger." Ruth said with a wry smile.
"Would you like to try it? Can you reload?"
Chi Lang took the flintlock pistol from Ruth's hand, and Ruth stood farther away from him. The moment Chi Lang took the gun, he suddenly asked Les, "What time is it now?"
Ruth took out his pocket watch and glanced at it: "Twelve twenty."
It's past twelve o'clock.
Chi Lang has been very concerned about this time recently.
He picked up the gun and didn't feel the same feeling he had with the clock and lock before.
To be fair, the flintlock gun can also belong to a kind of mechanical creation, if it can be used to master...
With this thought in mind, Chi Lang clearly heard the sound of a pointer turning when he started to reload the ammunition.
When Chi Lang turned his eyes to the gun again, he saw the structure of the gun again, and he even knew how to load the ammunition, so his movements were much faster than Ruth's.
He also took the most standard posture of holding the gun, until he pressed the trigger, Chi Lang didn't even get distracted by the loud noise in his ears.
He was completely taken in by the sight in front of him - he could see how the bullet rushed out of the barrel, made an arc in the air, and hit the wall.
And he didn't feel any recoil.
Les once again connected a line between the bullet mark and Chi Lang's position. The shot fired by Chi Lang, although the accuracy is better than Leth, still has a big deviation.
The flintlock gun is not a gun with high precision. It seems that even if he has the ability of "mechanical time", he can't increase the upper limit of the firearm itself through actions.
Chi Lang heard the sound of the pointer turning again, and he vaguely guessed that one minute of this "mechanical time" had passed.
"It's better than me," Ruth narrowed his eyes. "You reload very fast, and you don't seem to be affected by the recoil. Have you ever used a gun before? Have you been in the army?"
"Almost." Chi Lang said vaguely.
"However, accuracy is always a problem. If you can't improve the accuracy, you can only work harder on the rate of fire. Someone from the Magic Research Society has come up with a strange plan..." Ruth said casually.
Chi Lang moved his lips, but didn't say anything. Although he knows the method to improve accuracy, he is not sure if anyone in this world has come up with this method.
"Mechanical time" is effective for the use of firearms. Chi Lang is almost certain that "mechanical time" will also take effect when making firearms. Then, he has the confidence to make the kind of craft he knows.
It seems that the next step is to enter the Magic Research Association as soon as possible, and take a good look at the development level of firearms in this world.
Sheffield was walking on the flagstone road, the sky was raining, and he held an umbrella.
The night sky is dark and there is no light here,
He underestimated the necromancer's ability, to be precise, his escape ability.
But at this time, he couldn't escape no matter what.
The light of the fire faced the rain and illuminated the alley. There was no other sound except the sound of the rain. Everything was silent. Under the effect of sound insulation magic, the surrounding residents would not notice anything.
Sheffield used fire magic, and the flames rose from the ground and surrounded the necromancer.
The necromancer squatted in the corner, his face flushed red by the firelight: "Chasing me for so long? It's time to stop."
"Just a few words, I'm not interested in what you're up to." Sheffield replied.
The flame was like a wave, one layer higher than the other, heading towards the Necromancer, but it stopped suddenly when it was about to burn to the corner of his clothes.
"You absolutely can't be a student of the Magic Academy. You don't even have to sing... instant magic, even the **** of magic, can't do it when he is twenty."
"There is no need to discuss this kind of question about who I am," Sheffield said with a smile. "I'm just here to remind you that it's best not to set foot in the inner city, and Saints Magic Academy will not enter in the future."
"—Or I'll kill you with my own hands."
"Don't talk too much," the necromancer laughed strangely. "Although you are much stronger than me, there is no place in this world that I can't go to."
The flames spread around him, and he still had an odd expression on his face.
Sheffield smiled and said softly, "I've changed my mind. It's better to deal with you now."
"Hey? You can feel it. The power of the soul on that guy is far beyond that of other people. It is simply the best casting material for the Necromancer..."
The next second, the necromancer, who could not tell his age, was swallowed up by the flames, and he didn't even leave a corpse behind.
Necromancers are not dead.
Sheffield's face turned cold.
According to his speculation, this person had found another body long ago, and then used necromantic magic on himself. Once this body was destroyed, his soul would immediately be resurrected in that body.
Then he would reappear with a new, unrecognizable face.
Sheffield had watched Micah Rahman die with his own eyes, so he could be sure that Chi Lang didn't come to Micah's body because of necromantic magic.
The rain showed no sign of abating, and the night was still long.
Sheffield returned to his bedroom with some rain on his clothes and leaned his umbrella against the door.
He slowly unbuttoned his cufflinks, took out his pocket watch, and pressed it on the table.
There has always been only one vase on the table, but now there are more notes, one on top of the other—
- "Today the watchmaker said I was gifted. I thought I was amazing and could make a fortune by making watches, but he said, 'When you stick to my age, you'll be a master'."
"He's sixty years old!"
- "Have you found that necromancer? Are you all right?"
- "What the **** happened to Joyce and Dinah? It's not me gossiping, it's Joyce who drags him in front of me every time. already."
- "I noticed that Luth's hair was missing a few more hairs... No, I feel like I'm gloating about writing it like this."
- "If you come back today, don't come to me. I'm going to study with Ruth until dawn! He's so scary, won't he even get tired?"
…
Sheffield looked over the dozen or so notes, folded them, and smoothed out the folds.
He could almost imagine Chi Lang writing down these notes, jotting down any interesting things he saw.
He walked out of the darkness temporarily, as if the **** smell in the vast rain had been washed away by the sunlight.
Holding the notes, he seemed to be able to feel the temperature of their owners.
Sheffield had his back against the table, tapping slowly on it with his left hand, a note in his right.
He gently kissed the top note.
The author has something to say:
Here is a long speech:
1. The flintlock gun: in history, it was commonly used in the middle of the seventeenth century. Because there are magic and divine arts here, there should be not so many people who study machinery. It is assumed that the development of technology is slower.
2. The loading of the flintlock gun: it is a breech gun (that is, the bullet is loaded from the barrel, the gun we are seeing now is a breech gun, and the bullet is loaded from the back of the gun).
When loading, "bomb" and "medicine" are separated, that is, above the trigger of the front-loaded gun, there is a "powder pool", where gunpowder is placed, and then bullets are placed from the muzzle.
(At that time, the bullet had no case, and the bullet and gunpowder were wrapped in paper together, and then you needed to bite the paper-wrapped thing open, bite open, pour part of the gunpowder into the 'gunpowder pool', and then pour the rest into the barrel, and then put the projectile in.).
After you put the ammo in, you use something called a "clearance bar", which is a metal tube, and hit it in the barrel so that the bullet is tightly bound to the barrel so it doesn't fall out.
It is conceivable that the reloading speed is very slow, and it is a single shot. After one shot, the bullet is loaded, so the rate of fire is very slow.
3. I didn't write the loading process in the text. I'm afraid everyone will see it in a fog. This is how they use the flintlock gun in the future.
4. Regarding the unit of measurement, I use "meter", although France was the first to use the unit of "meter" in 1799, here it is artificially set that the unit of "meter" has already been used,
5. I don't know if everyone understands it, it doesn't matter if you don't understand it, you don't understand it must be because I didn't explain it well! There will be no large-scale introduction to the content of firearms, ,, behind is the protagonist outfit *!
Please don't abandon QAQ because of this
