The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 224 Bayonet
Yue Wenxuan took a taxi and headed straight to Xingchen Middle School. The management of the junior high school was very strict and outsiders were not allowed to enter.

But there is a huge blackboard outside the school gate with photos of various advanced teachers and their introductions attached next to them. This is deliberately for parents who cannot enter the school to see.

Yue Wenxuan quickly screened the information and found the corresponding male teacher. Then he hid in a residential building next to the school, zoomed in with a telephoto lens, aimed at the corresponding teacher like a sniper rifle, and took a lot of pictures. In just a few hours, he got a large number of photos of junior high school teachers.

Send these photos to Cai Xinzi and ask him to help make the figures.

After making the arrangements, Yue Wenxuan switched to Master Ye again. Half a day had passed, and he thought he would see some different progress. Unexpectedly, Wu Jialiang, Guan Sheng, Li Kui, and even Luo Tuimao and other little followers were drinking and telling boring old jokes together again.

"Damn, there's nothing interesting here, gosh!"

Yue Wenxuan cut away again, this time into the firearms workshop and possessed the translator's body.

As soon as I got there, I saw a large group of people gathered together to watch the fun.

Caspar Korner and the translator happened to be watching the fun in the crowd, so when Yue Wenxuan cut over, he was right in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by craftsmen.

In the middle of the crowd stood a big, silly-looking guy, his name was Zhang Dashu.

Since he was there, the entire Zhangjia Village team was naturally there as well. Zhang Yong, Zhang Wazi and others were also watching the fun in the crowd, standing not far from Yue Wenxuan.

Zhang Dashu was holding a heavy musket in his hand. The musket itself was two meters long, and a bayonet nearly one meter long was installed in the front.

The entire musket is three meters long!

In Zhang Dashu's hands, it is simply a deadly weapon.

Caspar Korner was chattering away in German, but no one around him could understand him. They all stared at Yue Wenxuan with wide eyes...

Yue Wenxuan suddenly realized that I was possessed by the translator and now it was time for me to help with the translation.

He quickly cleared his throat and said, "Ahem! Mr. Caspar Korner said, Zhang Dashu, you should try it out and see if it works for you."

Zhang Dashu smiled innocently and waved to the craftsmen around him: "Who can give me gunpowder and bullets?"

The craftsmen all smiled and shook their heads: "This thing consumes a lot of gunpowder. It takes a lot of gunpowder to test fire one round. Our gunpowder can't withstand your constant use. You can try the bayonet."

Zhang Dashu: "Hey? How can you be so obsessed with money? If I don't practice regularly, how can I be accurate on the battlefield?"

The craftsmen all laughed and said, "There will be a unified time for training muskets. All musketeers will practice together. Then the gunpowder will be distributed to you. We can't give you special training now."

Zhang Dashu looked at Zhang Wazi with grievance, muttering, "What's wrong with giving me special treatment? My kid always gives me special treatment."

Zhang Wazi: "Hey, Brother Dashu, don't betray me."

Zhang Yong's eyes darted over, "What's the matter, kid? Do you often give him special treatment?" The rest of the Zhangjiacun team surrounded him instantly, threatening, "Kid, prepare to die."

Zhang Wazi squatted down with his head in his hands: "Hit me gently! Don't hit my face, I still need to find a wife."

While everyone was having fun here, Zhang Dashu had already started testing his gun on the other side.

He first tried to raise the heavy musket and made a feint aim...

Others needed a pole to use the heavy musket, but he was the only one who could hold up the heavy musket with his left arm, aiming steadily at the front without any shaking. After making a false grabbing motion with his right hand, Zhang Dashu instantly changed his posture, digging the gun body with both hands, shouting "Hey Yo", and stabbing forward with a knife.

The crowd standing in front of him was startled, as if the bayonet was thrusting at their faces. They all screamed and jumped back. How could they jump like that in such a crowd? This set off a chain reaction, and everything fell to the ground with a crash.

Zhang Dashu grinned. "Oh, it works great, it works great, and it's even easier to use. Brother Yong, come and stab me."

Zhang Yong nodded, took a wooden stick, used it as a gun, and stabbed Zhang Dashu in the chest.

Zhang Dashu yelled "Hey!" and swung the heavy musket in his hand. With a loud "bang", the long stick in Zhang Yong's hand flew out and flew a long way. When it landed, it hit a craftsman on the head. The craftsman covered his head with his hands and screamed: "Damn it, you are killing your own people!"

Everyone laughed: "It's normal to get a few minor injuries on the training ground."

The craftsman said: "Those are the injuries of you soldiers. I am just a craftsman and was innocently involved."

"Who told you to just stand around and watch the show, hahahaha!"

"Watching a play is inherently risky." This time, Yue Wenxuan spoke up, laughing. "In ancient times, two armies were at war, and many civilians gathered near the battlefield to watch. One side was losing the battle, and seeing that it was losing, the general ordered arrows to be shot at the audience. The spectators were frightened and ran around in panic, disrupting the other side's formation. As a result, the disadvantaged side took the opportunity to turn the tables."

The craftsmen were shocked when they heard this: "Is this really possible?"

Yue Wenxuan said, "Some people will do anything to win, using civilians as tools. We certainly can't do that, but the enemy is very likely to do that. From now on, don't go to watch the battlefield for no reason. It's very dangerous."

As everyone was chatting about this, a young man emerged from the crowd, ran up to Yue Wenxuan, and said quickly, "Mr. Interpreter, could you please ask the Hu people's immortal craftsman if we can add a bayonet to the front of the bird gun? We can't just give Zhang Dashu the use of such a good thing."

Yue Wenxuan: "Are you an ordinary bird gunner?"

The young man nodded and said, "The musketeers in the army are now divided into two groups. The tall and strong ones will become heavy musketeers, while ordinary people like me will continue to use light musketeers."

At this point, his eyes turned to the bayonet, a little envious: "Although I can't use a heavy musket, but I can still use a light bird gun with a bayonet."

Yue Wenxuan smiled and pretended to chat with Caspar Korner for a few words, then turned to the young bird gun soldier and said, "Mr. Caspar Korner said that light bird guns can also be equipped with bayonets. They are just smaller and lighter than Zhang Dashu's, but they are still usable. Don't worry, the craftsmen will soon be mass-producing bayonets for light bird guns."

The young bird-gun soldier was overjoyed: "Thank you, Huren Immortal Craftsman."

(End of this chapter)