Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

Make the most appropriate arrangements when needed.

However, when Zhu Yunhuan finished speaking, Wang Jinnian's face showed confusion.

He paused, his face showing some difficulty, and said awkwardly, "I am ignorant and don't know... what does your Majesty mean by the firing rate?"

Zhu Yunhuan finally reacted.

There is no precise concept of "speed" in this era.

The most common way to describe speed is to use a popular expression like "travel a thousand miles a day".

He thought for a moment and explained, "Rate of fire...it's how many rounds you can fire within a certain timeframe. For example..."

Thinking that there was no concept of one or two minutes now, Zhu Yunxun paused before saying, "How many times can you release it within half an hour?"

When he finished speaking, everyone and Wang Jinnian were slightly stunned. They understood the concept of what Zhu Yunhuan said, but they had never thought about this kind of thing before. They scratched their heads for a moment: "Your Majesty, what you are talking about... I haven't really considered it carefully... When we use this fire gun... I have always just been dealing with the enemy."

Zhu Yunhuan was helpless for a moment. What was originally the simplest and most convenient concept suddenly became a bit troublesome.

I couldn't help but secretly complain in my mind, "The tech tree really isn't that easy to climb. Just some insignificant concepts, units of measurement, and the like... are enough to cause a lot of unnecessary tediousness... It will take a lot of effort to popularize basic knowledge..."

Zhu Yunhuan first secretly took note of this matter in his mind, thinking that when he had some free time later, he would slowly arrange these trivial matters.

He was silent for a moment before he said to Wang Jinnian, "Well, you continue firing. I'll take a look and I'll have a clear idea."

There was no other way, he had to do it himself, silently counting the seconds and making an estimate.

When asked to demonstrate his skill, Wang Jinnian immediately perked up, his eyes lighting up as he said, "Your Majesty, please watch!"

After a pause, he seemed to have thought of something, took a step back, clasped his fists towards Zhu Yunhuan and said, "For the sake of your Majesty's safety, please stay a little further away."

"Although today's firearms are made of the finest steel and have smokeless gunpowder developed by Your Majesty, so they won't explode easily, Your Majesty is a person of great value, and your life is at stake for the Ming Dynasty. You cannot take any risks."

Everyone also clasped their fists and advised: "Your Majesty's body is worth a million gold!"

Zhu Yunhuan understood the principle behind it and naturally knew that nothing would go wrong.

But he thought it didn't matter, so he didn't say much. He slowly took a few steps back and stood still, with his hands behind his back, looking at Wang Jinnian quietly.

Only then did Wang Jinnian feel relieved.

He raised his musket again and said to a middle-aged man beside him, "Brother Lu, please help me put the stones on the ground."

"okay!"

The middle-aged man had a smile on his face and looked very happy - it was time to show His Majesty the results of repeated debugging over the past few days. Of course, everyone had the mentality of presenting a treasure, and everyone's face was full of excitement.

Not long after, the middle-aged man surnamed Lu placed a fist-sized stone about 20 to 30 feet away from Wang Jinnian.

Zhu Yunhuan took a look and asked, "How far away is it?"

Wang Jinnian held up the butt of his rifle with one hand and said, "Your Majesty, it's twenty-six feet away. Any further and I may not be able to aim accurately."

Hear the words.

Zhu Yunhuan thought secretly in his heart and estimated:

Twenty-six zhang, which is about eighty to ninety meters.

Wang Jinnian is obviously very good at this. Judging from his personality, he takes the musket very seriously and is even so sure and confident about the distance.

This twenty-six zhang is probably not his limit, but the limit of the current version of the matchlock gun.

"Well, this is probably the most effective range at the moment."

Zhu Yunhuan secretly memorized this data in his mind, and then nodded and said, "Okay, I have an idea. You can start."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Wang Jinnian responded, and then his eyes suddenly became sharp and serious. He lit the special fuse that was clamped by the clamp device at the tail of the musket, and then his eyes, like a falcon, aimed at the stones placed in front from the tail of the musket.

After about one or two breaths.

He just flicked his finger lightly, and with a soft "click" sound, the burning fuse was pressed near the fire door, and then there was an exceptionally crisp gunshot: "Bang——".

The sound reverberated throughout the vast Alchemy Office, and the rocks ahead were blown away...

Everyone's eyes lit up again, with surprise in their eyes.

However, this time Zhu Yunhuan was here, so they didn't dare to act recklessly. Moreover, it was Zhu Yunhuan who asked Wang Jinnian to demonstrate, saying that he wanted to observe the "shooting rate". Everyone didn't dare to disturb him and could only suppress the excitement in their hearts.

at the same time.

Although Wang Jinnian had hit the target once again, his eyes showed no signs of excitement. Instead, he remained calm as always. With a serious expression, he grabbed another small oil-paper bag from the side and tore it open. He then repeated the sequence of actions: loading the gunpowder, loading the bullets, lighting the gun, aiming, firing, and so on.

Zhu Yunhuan stood aside.

His eyes were fixed on his hands and the musket. While looking at them carefully, he silently counted the seconds in his heart.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

"Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty..." Zhu Yunhuan counted in his mind until the sixtieth second came. He raised his hand and said, "That's enough."