Why don't dad try it himself?

Such words made Zhu Biao's heart move.

He had read poetry and books since he was a child, and in the opinion of the ministers in the court, there was no more suitable prince in the past dynasties.

But Zhu Biao still has his strictness and the fanaticism that he has to suppress because of the country and the country.

Zhu Biao didn't say anything in response, but he took the initiative to step forward very honestly and walked behind the mortar, which was as thick as his calf.

He first carefully observed this new type of artillery called a mortar.

The obvious difference from previous artillery is that the barrel of this mortar is thinner and shorter, and the muzzle points diagonally toward the sky at an incredible elevation angle.

In the middle of the gun barrel, there are two iron-cast support rods, which are inserted diagonally forward into the ground to provide stability and balance for the gun god. And where the bottom of the gun barrel contacts the ground, there is a one-foot-wide square.

Thick iron sheet.

This is the entire structure of the mortar.

Next to the mortar, there is a wooden box, which contains the mortar shells.

It is still different from the artillery shells of the past.

The shells of these mortars are oval-shaped, with the front gradually becoming a rounded corner, and although the tail is not rounded, it starts to shrink in size and diameter from the middle of the shell downwards.

An officer and soldier of the artillery camp was holding a telescope and kept looking at the mountain in front of the cannon muzzle.

Every time I observe, I will carefully move the muzzle angle of the mortar and the left and right orientation of the gun body.

Finally, the officers and soldiers seemed to have finished all the preparations, so they stood aside and answered.

At this time, Zhu Yunxi stepped forward, took out a cannonball from the wooden box, and delivered it to the prince's father.

"This is the most advanced new type of artillery shell I have launched. The flint at the bottom and the bell in the barrel collide to generate a flame, which ignites the gunpowder inside the shell and is launched. Finally, it explodes at the point of impact, thus causing lethality."

Zhu Biao took the cannonball with both hands.

The heavy, cold feeling made him feel that this must be a big killer.

"It sounds very complicated. It's hard work for the Ministry of Works and the generals and supervisors to create this thing. The imperial court should reward you based on your merits."

The prince's words ignited the surrounding officials from the Ministry of Works and the supervisors.

Zhu Yunxi went on to explain: "It's just because the triggering device is not yet mature, so the yield is not too high, and many times the time when the shell explodes is different from the scheduled time.

When the triggering device is fully mature and the explosion time is completely controllable, we can develop what my son thinks is the most perfect firearm."

Zhu Yunxi said these words, but he knew in his heart that it would take a long time to complete these two things.

Don't look at it as just a small initiating device and controlling the explosion time, it involves countless disciplines.

Without a sound chemical and industrial system, it would be difficult to complete the project at the current industrial level of the Ming Dynasty.

Now, these new types of artillery shells have been created only by giving up part of their performance and relying on their hard work without spending any money.

After all, when launching a cannonball, you only need to consider the stability of the cannonball itself and how to ignite the gunpowder inside the cannonball.

These are problems that can be solved now.

Zhu Biao's eyes were a little confused, which had touched upon his blind spot in knowledge.

And he had no intention of studying this subject in depth.

There is too much knowledge in the world. As the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, I only need to learn how to select and employ people, and then I will be qualified.

So Zhu Biao asked: "How to use this cannon?"

"Father just needs to put the cannonball into the barrel and let it fall."

Zhu Yunxi said casually.

Regardless of accuracy, even a child can instantly master how to use a mortar to launch shells and attack the front.

Zhu Biao's eyes widened: "So simple?"

Zhu Yunxi nodded, and then said: "By the way, after father puts the cannonball into the barrel, he must immediately open his mouth and squat down."

"Nothing else?"

Zhu Biao still didn't quite understand.

Zhu Yunxi expressed his affirmation seriously.

After that, Zhu Biao held the cannonball with both hands and sent it to the top of the muzzle.

At this time, he still didn't let go of his hands, but looked sideways at his son.

Zhu Yunxi encouraged: "Father, just let go of your hands, open your mouth, and squat down."

Zhu Biao recited silently in his heart.

Let go.

open mouth.

Squat down.

then.

Just hear a clang.

Zhu Biao, who was already squatting down with his mouth open and staring at the mountain in front of him, heard a huge roar in his ears.

Then his sight was completely obscured by a puff of smoke.

Huge air waves hit Zhu Biao at a close distance, making him wonder if he would become deaf, and his chest bulged.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Biao heard an explosion from the mountains in the distance, and countless pieces of gravel flew up and landed in the forest.

When the thick smoke in front of him dissipated, Zhu Biao felt that his legs were a little weak. He stood up and looked up ahead.

From the mountains in the distance, a column of smoke rose.

The officers and soldiers of the artillery battalion next to him took one look and immediately puffed up their chests.

"Report, the prince fired a mortar, and the impact point deviated about ten steps to the left and rear, which is within the controllable range."

Zhu Biao blinked at his son.

Zhu Yunxi immediately smiled and said: "It didn't hit the target, but it was only ten steps off, which was within the allowed range. It was able to cause damage to the enemy. It is already very rare for my father to use a mortar for the first time."

Zhu Biao thought about it and realized that it was a pity that he didn't hit the target.

But my son said that the first time he used it, it was within the allowed range, which made him quite happy.

"Try again?"

This time Zhu Biao volunteered that he would try the mortar again.

Zhu Yunxi naturally would not refuse, and immediately looked at the officers and soldiers on the side: "Re-adjust the shooting angle for His Royal Highness."

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The officers and soldiers immediately stepped forward, and the muzzle of the gun moved slightly to the upper right.

This is the corrected shooting angle.

Soon the officers and soldiers completed their adjustments.

Zhu Biao no longer needed Zhu Yunxi to guide him. He had already held a shell and was waiting behind the mortar.

When the officers and soldiers retreated, he immediately stepped forward.

Zhu Biao held the cannonball with both hands, hanging above the muzzle, and the tail of the cannonball was stuck in the barrel.

Let go.

open mouth.

Squat down.

Zhu Biao's movements became faster and more standard.

There was another roar and smoke rising.

Before the thick smoke dissipated, Zhu Biao stood up with his eyes widened, moved to the side and looked at the mountains in the distance.

"Did I hit the target this time?"

The officers and soldiers over there took one look and immediately said loudly: "His Royal Highness fired a mortar. The first shot corrected the firing angle, and the second shot hit the target."

This is a data evaluation of Zhu Biao's artillery.

At this time, Zhu Yunxi shouted from the side: "The whole team is ordered to fire three rounds quickly based on the shooting angle of His Highness the Prince!"

Following Zhu Yunxi's order, the officers and soldiers of the entire artillery battalion on the shooting range immediately started moving.

Zhu Biao stared at the scene in front of him with his eyes widened.

I saw three officers and soldiers behind each mortar. One person was responsible for adjusting the angle of the barrel, one took out the shell, and the other placed the shell at the mouth of the barrel.

The artillery camp general held a small flag in his hand.

"The artillery camp is ordered to load and fire three rounds."
To be continued...