activa-t Chapter 65 More Than Two Meters
Chapter 65 More Than Two Meters
Chang Yuan steadily pulled the trigger.
Ten bullets were fired rhythmically into the kitchen utensils, the bright yellow cartridge cases ejected from the chamber, fell to the ground, and rolled merrily.
The ten and a half chest targets, two hundred meters away, fell one by one in the order of firing.
The entry for "precise" locks on, the shot is fired and hits, and Chang Yuan regains his strong confidence in the familiar feeling.
The tens of thousands of gazes that had just made him uncomfortable now felt like a gentle spring breeze.
After Chang Yuan fired ten shots, most of the soldiers just watched the spectacle, at most thinking that the gun was pretty good and that if they were equipped with it in the future, they could also dominate the battlefield.
However, among the senior generals present, some saw future risks, while others saw trends toward military reform.
The Great General Cannon, as the main force of the Ming army, has held the position of the god of war for a century, making the situation of the Ming infantry increasingly awkward.
The infantry's main weapon was the percussion cap gun, which forced them to stand while loading and form dense formations. By all accounts, they were completely outmatched by artillery.
However, cannons cannot solve all the problems.
No matter how badly the artillery damaged the enemy, in the end, infantry still needed to charge forward to face the enemy's artillery fire, clear the battlefield, and end the battle.
What's more troublesome is that there is no rival in the world today who can rival the Ming Dynasty.
The Ming army was mainly engaged in suppressing rebellions and maintaining order, with very little opportunity to use its cannons. Instead, the infantry were constantly on the move and their output was limited by muskets.
Last month's change from the breech-loading musket to the percussion cap gun brought great surprise to the generals of the Ming Dynasty.
The new rifles not only enhanced the army's firepower, but also eliminated the need for soldiers to stand while loading, greatly increasing their safety.
The semi-automatic rifle that Chang Yuan is showing now is even better.
Not only was it incredibly powerful, but it also surpassed the revolver in terms of firepower density.
The attack power of the Ming infantry has increased at least tenfold.
Duke Zhang Shou of England exclaimed with delight, "Your Majesty, this gun is even better than the last one!"
"If we equip our armies with this gun, the size of the Ming army across the country could perhaps be reduced by half. By eliminating weak soldiers and strengthening the supply units, our combat power could surely triple!"
Duke Zhu Jue of Chengguo nodded in agreement, saying, "The Duke of Yingguo is absolutely right. This gun consumes several times more energy than the old one, making it even more important for transporting supplies."
Duke Dingguo, Xu Yu, laughed and said, "Gentlemen, just last month you were praising breech-loading guns and new bullets, and now you're looking down on them?"
Zhang Shou laughed, "There's nothing I can do, the shooting today was just too good. That one-on-one is already a thing of the past!"
The three dukes burst into laughter, and even the emperor, who was listening to them, couldn't help but laugh: "Zhang Shou, you're over forty years old, but you're still like a child."
Duke Zhang Shoudao of England said, "Your Majesty, this is my extraordinary ability; my personality will never change in this lifetime."
The emperor nodded and said, "That's fine then."
"The current trend in the world is becoming increasingly dangerous. There are more and more extraordinary people, and their abilities are getting stronger and stronger. If you are not an extraordinary person, it is not easy to be a commander."
Duke Zhu Jue of Cheng sighed, "Your Majesty is absolutely right. What worries me most these days is that none of my sons are any good; not a single one of them is an extraordinary being."
Then he changed the subject: "I have to hold on for another ten years, until my grandson, who has entered the extraordinary realm, grows up..."
Upon hearing Duke Cheng boast about his grandson, Duke Ying and Duke Ding's expressions turned particularly unpleasant.
The Duke of England is alright; at least he is a superhuman and not very old, so he has more than twenty years to look forward to.
Three hundred years have passed since Emperor Jiajing became the first extraordinary person (Jiajing called himself an immortal).
The Ming Dynasty's high-ranking officials had long discovered that the probability of the direct descendants of extraordinary individuals breaking through to the extraordinary level was hundreds of times higher than that of ordinary people.
However, this is limited to two generations, and specifically within forty years after the individual breaks through to the extraordinary level.
After that, you'll be just like any other person, hoping for a one in a thousand chance.
The British public believed there was still hope for the descendants, which truly darkened the face of Duke Dingguo, Zhu Jue.
He was not a superhuman, nor were his sons, nor his grandsons, and he didn't even have a single child who showed any hope of breaking through.
It makes me so angry just thinking about it!
The Ming army has now begun a massive elimination process for those who are not extraordinary, making it more difficult for non-extraordinary individuals to serve as centurions and commanders than ever before.
If this elimination level is raised to the commander level, those without extraordinary descendants will have significantly reduced power in the military.
After all, it's impossible for a Duke to control the army all by himself. He needs many of his sons and brothers to control the grassroots and establish a vertical oversight system so that the army can be commanded with ease.
Just as the high-ranking officials of the Ming Empire were discussing the matter, the target that Chang Yuan had shot was presented to the emperor.
The Duke of England gasped in shock after just one glance: "A perfect shot right between the eyebrows from 200 meters away?!"
"Is this guy a monster?"
Everyone else looked over when they heard the Duke of England's exclamation.
All that could be seen were ten half-body targets made of thick wood and iron, all of which had bullet holes that were clear from front to back in the center of their foreheads.
The high-ranking officials and dignitaries marveled: "I heard that when this gun was demonstrated in Henan Province, it hit a target not just at 200 meters, but at 400 meters..."
"Four hundred meters? That means we could go toe-to-toe with a small cannon!"
"More than that! The small cannon relies entirely on luck when it comes to hitting people, but this gun is accurate; we simply can't beat it!"
"Our Great Ming's Heavenly Army will become even stronger!"
"Yes! God bless the Ming Dynasty!"
The general and Xun Gui saw that the Ming army would be stronger, but the guards behind them were all sweating profusely.
Many people even subconsciously touched their brows, as if they had been hit.
The most exaggerated and unpleasant expressions came from the two old eunuchs standing behind Emperor Jinghe, and a servant in a python robe carrying a sword.
As the personal guards of the Ming emperor, they were the last line of defense for Emperor Jinghe, and their daily thoughts revolved around how to deal with enemy attacks.
They were primarily concerned with three things: poisoning by the chef, betrayal by their companions, and remote attacks.
How to detect and isolate poisoning, how to identify traitors, and how to defend against remote attacks are all things that need to be considered every day, every hour, and every moment.
To these top-notch professional guards, Chang Yuan's ten shots hitting the half-body target between the eyebrows was as terrifying as if they had all been shot in the forehead.
That's 200 meters away!
They can penetrate targets made of thick wood covered with iron, and their bodies can be pierced as well!
In other words, if Chang Yuan were to assassinate the emperor at this moment, once he gets within 200 meters, even if the guards step forward, they would not be able to prevent the bullets from passing through their bodies and harming His Majesty the Emperor.
Those with defensive superhuman abilities could certainly block it, but these guys all have the flaws of slow reaction and slow movement, so they simply don't have time to stop them.
Fortunately, a burly general stood on Chang Yuan's left, right, and rear sides, which allowed the swordsman's heartbeat to gradually calm down.
He suddenly spoke up: "Commander Lu."
Lu Linglong, a centurion of the Imperial Guard, turned around: "What's wrong?"
The swordsman, still shaken, praised, "Your suggestion is correct. The power of the new gun is comparable to that of the Great General's Cannon, and it is worth having three burly generals keep a close watch on it."
"If it weren't for your suggestion, I would have had to ask Your Majesty to take temporary leave, which would have been a real joke."
Lu Linglong smiled slightly: "No, the subordinates I, Lu Linglong, choose will definitely be loyal to His Majesty."
The swordsman shook his head and said, "I believe you, but I cannot let His Majesty take such a risk."
"So, thank you anyway. I owe you a favor."
Lu Linglong: "Alright then..."