diymy Chapter 66 My Thigh!
Chapter 66 My Thigh!
In the second round of shooting, Chang Yuan fired at the fastest speed.
The ten gunshots rang out almost in a single burst, and the ten targets appeared to fall down almost simultaneously, showcasing impressive skill.
Amid cheers from the crowd, Chang Yuan picked up the enlarged version of the Type 56 semi-anti-tank rifle.
He was surprised to find that the caliber of the gun had increased from 14 mm to 20 mm, and the muzzle brake had been enlarged to an exaggerated degree.
He couldn't help but wonder if an ordinary person could withstand the recoil of this gun.
But under the watchful eyes of the three burly generals, Chang Yuan could only obediently accept the five enormous bullets, load them into the magazine, pull the bolt, and aim.
boom--!
To Chang Yuan's surprise, the recoil he felt in his shoulder was less than that of the 14mm original gun he had made by hand.
First of all, the massive recoil brake wasn't added for nothing!
The moment the bullet left the muzzle, the muzzle brake emitted huge flames from both sides, offsetting most of the recoil.
Moreover, the flames resembled outstretched phoenix wings, dazzling and magnificent, and very eye-catching.
Secondly, the stock of the anti-tank rifle is movable, which can effectively buffer the recoil and make the impact felt on the shoulder more gentle.
It can be said that although the size and weight of this gun have been increased, it is still well within the tolerance range of ordinary soldiers.
In terms of skill and ingenuity, the craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty were far superior to Chang Yuan.
While praising the technology of the Ming Dynasty, Chang Yuan fired all four bullets in the magazine.
The 20mm bullet, whether bullet or shell, hit a target 200 meters away and tore the thick wooden target covered with iron sheet to shreds.
The impact point, more than 300 meters behind the target, sent up a torrent of dust comparable to artillery fire.
"Wow--!"
The drill ground of the three battalions was filled with the croaking of frogs, and many soldiers even stood on tiptoe, trying to get a better view.
Many centurions and chiliarchs laughed loudly: "What's the difference between this and cannons?"
"Our infantry has its own artillery now!"
The Ming Dynasty's artillerymen were somewhat uneasy, but when they looked back at their own cannons, they were immediately filled with confidence.
It's huge, black, thick, and long—how could a tiny water pipe the thickness of a middle finger compare?
It feels completely different!
That's what they said, but the artillerymen went to great lengths in their performance and demonstration, completely engulfing the mountain that was being used as a target in flames and smoke.
They proved with their overwhelming strength that artillery is powerful and fierce, and not something that mere infantry can easily defeat!
Tens of thousands of soldiers from the three battalions were drawn to the grand spectacle, cheering and jumping for joy, their morale soaring.
But the top nobles of the Ming Dynasty were not interested in this; they were all focused on Chang Yuan, the "unremarkable" commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.
These nobles were able to successfully ascend the throne and sit before the emperor because they had won over all their brothers and nephews internally, silenced the civil officials externally, and gained the emperor's acceptance.
They are all masters of manipulation.
There must have been some of them who didn't immediately realize the terrifying power of the Changyuan + Xinqiang combination.
However, after the guards reminded them, they not only understood instantly, but also immediately realized that this combination could be used for precise decapitation strikes.
Is there any other way to obtain the decapitation ability more easily and quickly than directly bribing Chang Yuan?
No!
The nobles used their own methods and quickly obtained information about Chang Yuan through different channels.
The three dukes, being of high rank and with extensive connections, quickly learned that Chang Yuan already had a master, and that the master's identity was one they couldn't afford to offend, so they could only regretfully give up.
The Marquis and the Earl only obtained superficial information and were still fighting in vain.
The commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the three dukes tacitly remained silent, watching the struggle for power among the mid-level nobles like monkeys fighting.
This is a tactic used by the empire's top elites to cultivate their prestige and maintain an air of mystery by exploiting information asymmetry.
Emperor Jinghe of the Ming Dynasty was above everyone else, like a god in the clouds, smiling as he watched everyone's performance.
His Majesty the Emperor could never have imagined that Chang Yuan, who was waiting to be summoned outside the door, had already been "targeted" three times by the "prize" in this game.
With the help of the feedback after locking on, Chang Yuan confirmed that the emperor himself was not an extraordinary person, nor even a practitioner of military strategy, Taoism, or Confucianism.
The emperor was just an ordinary old man.
It's an ordinary person who, with a single shot, will inevitably have their head blown open and die a horrible death.
Although he has no weapons in his hands, no bullets on his body, and not even a dagger.
But Chang Yuan carried Jiajing's porcelain gourd, which contained two revolvers and enough bullets to kill everyone present.
So what if he's a high and mighty emperor? Chang Yuan can kill him anytime he wants!
The moment Chang Yuan realized this, his idealized image of the Ming emperor shattered.
All that remained in his heart was basic respect for the elderly and awe of power itself.
His heart thus became calm and serene, and he would no longer be disturbed by the thoughts of the Duke, the Commander-in-Chief, or the Emperor.
Suddenly, Chang Yuan heard a clear voice: "Gentlemen, there's no need to argue. Chang Yuan, the centurion... is me, Lu Linglong, from the fifth branch of the Lu family."
Chang Yuan's first thought was: This voice... is quite nice.
Then he realized: Damn, my protector and my right-hand man are right here! I'll finally be able to see her!
Is she young and good-looking?
Does he look pleasing to the eye?
These two questions are very important!
Soon, Chang Yuan was summoned by the emperor and led through the gate by a eunuch.
Emperor Jinghe, seated on his throne, was dressed in a bright yellow casual robe. His gentle gaze fell upon Chang Yuan, lacking the majesty and imposing presence one might expect from an emperor. Instead, he seemed like an elder admiring an outstanding young man.
Emperor Jinghe said calmly, "Chang Yuan, I have seen the new rifle you presented. I have also witnessed your marksmanship."
"You've done well."
Chang Yuan bowed his head, clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, and thanked them, saying, "Your subject dares not take credit for this."
He deliberately made his voice tremble, intentionally portraying himself as so excited that he forgot to flatter.
Like other young people meeting the emperor for the first time, they were overwhelmed by the emperor's sacred aura and unconsciously tried their best to maintain basic composure with humility.
Emperor Jinghe nodded in satisfaction.
The smiles reflected not only the emperor's satisfaction with his ministers, but also the elders' approval of their prospective son-in-law.
Chang Yuan keenly noticed this and his heart skipped a beat.
But nothing unusual happened afterward.
The eunuch beside the emperor immediately announced the imperial decree, rewarding Chang Yuan with gold, silver and brocade, and posthumously conferring upon Chang Yuan's father, Chang Hu, the hereditary title of General Banner Officer, as a sign of commendation and encouragement.
After the imperial edict was read, Chang Yuan knelt down smoothly, kowtowed, and expressed his gratitude.
This is the only part of today that requires kneeling and bowing.
Chang Yuan was not kneeling before the emperor himself, but before the Son of Heaven, who represented supreme divine authority, and before the glory of his deceased father.
So he knelt smoothly and his head pounded loudly.
The process was completed smoothly. Chang Yuan glanced around the room and was eventually drawn to a dashing figure standing beside the emperor.
Lu Linglong wore a flying fish-patterned robe, with an embroidered spring knife at her waist, a high-tied hat, sharp eyebrows, clear and bright eyes, and straight shoulders and back like a pine tree.
She possesses the delicate beauty of a woman, the vigorous spirit that rivals any man, and an unyielding integrity that transcends gender.
It has to be said that every aspect of this young woman perfectly matches Chang Yuan's aesthetic sense.
If she is the big tree that shelters Chang Yuan from the wind and rain, and she willingly takes Chang Yuan as her leg ornament, then that would be wonderful.
Such fair skin, such long legs...
Beautiful!
Seductive!
More importantly, it doesn't matter whether Lu Linglong's personal abilities are strong or not.
She can stand next to the emperor with a knife, less than two feet away – that’s the greatest talent in the world today!