The sleepy autumn tiger has finally arrived, the dry heat makes a trained soldier physically and mentally exhausted, with beads of sweat as big as beans flowing down his face.

  "Hands must be powerful, lower body must be stable, movements must be quick..."

  "Drink, drink, ah..."

  "Big guy, don't always stomp your feet so hard, haven't you noticed that there's a hole under your foot that's deeper than others?"

  "Huh?" The big cow stopped practicing and looked down, indeed it had been trampled into a small pit. It rubbed its head with an apologetic smile.

  "Alright, let's stop here for today, everyone can take a rest." Zhang Feng spoke up, indicating to the crowd that they could disperse.

  It has been half a month since they entered the camp, and in this half month, the relationship between new recruits and old soldiers is rapidly narrowing, and both sides are no longer as indifferent to each other as when they first started.

  Zhang Feng is leading his fifty men in training today. The new recruits thought that the training in the big camp would be similar to what they experienced during their first month of drills, but they didn't expect it to be even more grueling, at least twice as intense as before.

  Moreover, we have to learn about volley fire and gun arrays. I heard that the new type of firearm, which is said to be very powerful, will arrive in two days from the Imperial Palace.

  Of the fifty men under Zhang Feng's command, more than half were new recruits. Chen Hua had assigned Liu Zi, Da Niu and others to him when filling out the military roster. Anyway, everyone was under the same hundred-man unit, so it didn't matter who they served under. Coincidentally, Ma Cheng and Ma Qi, two brothers, had been reassigned due to Sun De's reorganization of their banner, which had been disbanded and reorganized, also ended up under Zhang Feng's command.

  The two brothers were also very satisfied with this result, after all, Zhang Feng was not only the champion of the new army's big competition, but also because they knew that Zhang Feng was a real opponent who was good to his subordinates and had a sense of camaraderie, unlike Sun Ma Zi who used people lightly.

  "Zhang, I heard from Old Ma who came to deliver food the day before yesterday that a batch of firearms will be sent over in a few days. But what are these firearms? Are they powerful?" Little Liu hurriedly approached Zhang Feng during their break to report the gossip he had gathered.

  Liu Zi is a laid-back person and was the first among this group of new recruits to get along with the old soldiers. He spends his days idly listening to gossip, and since he has a sweet tongue and knows how to talk, sometimes he can even dig up some useful information, such as when there will be meat to eat...

  Zhang Feng smiled and explained: "To be precise, it's a hand cannon, not that kind of large fire cannon placed on the city wall."

  "Whatever, whatever, what's the point of even talking about it? What is that thing anyway? I heard that Prince Yan Wang spent a lot of effort just to get 3,000 units, and we're lucky if our Thousand Households Department can even get a few."

  "It depends on how you say it, if you only talk about the handgun, that's easy to explain, it's just a type of firearm with a smaller volume and caliber, so its power is naturally much smaller than a rifle. But if you're talking about rifles, then it's not something that can be explained clearly in a short time." Zhang Feng carefully explained the differences between the two to Liu Zi.

  Other resting soldiers also came to listen, after all, most of these people couldn't recognize a single character, and every day after training, Zhang Feng would tell them some interesting stories. These stories were also what Zhang Feng had heard from his senior brothers on the mountain, so everyone gathered together whenever they heard that Zhang Feng was going to tell a story.

  Six sons saw that so many people had gathered, let Zhang Feng elaborate on the fire gun, just in case it's needed later, and take this opportunity to let everyone know. Zhang Feng saw that others also meant this, so he recalled the book he saw on the mountain, and organized his thoughts.

  "When I was on the mountain, I read a book that had some records about fire lances. It said that in the previous dynasty, based on the Southern Song's fire lance research and development, they were made of divine metal. Inside, it loaded gunpowder and had spherical iron balls or stone balls, which were fired out by igniting the gunpowder to kill enemies. Moreover, the larger the opening of the fire lance, the more gunpowder it could hold, and the heavier the bullet would be. It's said that they could even blast city gates and walls."

  "Hey, Big Brother, have you ever seen a firework? Is it really that powerful?" Liu Zi asked, unable to resist asking after hearing the explanation.

  "Sixth son, don't interrupt, let Director Zhang continue speaking." Ma Qi said discontentedly to Liu Zi.

  Zhang Feng smiled and continued, "I've never actually seen a real one, Wudang Mountain is a place of peace, there's no such thing as a killing tool. However, I have seen a picture in a book that roughly depicted the shape of a fire lance. I don't know how to introduce it, let me just draw it for you."

  After finishing speaking, Zhang Feng picked up a branch and started drawing on the ground. He drew out the object with a long front and short back, with a protruding part in the middle, which was roughly the appearance of a fire lance. Some old soldiers who had seen fire lances before nodded their heads when they saw Zhang Feng's drawing, indicating that it was more or less like that.

  Sixth son turned around and observed Zhang Fenghua's fire gun, pointing to the middle bulge and asked: "Big brother, what is this swollen place?"

  "That's the powder chamber, where the gunpowder is placed. My drawing is still a bit rough, but the real fire lance is much more delicate." Zhang Feng explained.

  "What about the revolver? Is it like this too?" Xia Liu Zi transformed into ten million whys and asked again.

  "The fire lance was much smaller, and could be fired by one person on their shoulder. And when I was young, my senior brothers who came down from the mountain told me that during the Battle of Poyang Lake, the current emperor relied on many firearms firing together to burn Chen Youliang's ships, causing countless casualties among Chen's troops, thus securing victory in Jiangnan. That battle where our Ming army won with fewer men was precisely due to the might of firearms and fire attacks. I'm telling you..."

  Zhang Feng started to explain and couldn't stop, he had been on the mountain for 16 years, every day was listening to scriptures, practicing martial arts, reading books, occasionally going to the early class to hear some of his fellow disciples who came down from the mountain talk about strange things. From a young age, he worshipped the fellow disciple who told him stories, now that there were these soldiers willing to listen to him talk, naturally he was unstoppable, in the blink of an eye half a time had passed.

  It was time for lunch, and Da Niu's stomach responded on cue with a loud "growl", interrupting Zhang Feng's impassioned speech. He stepped out of his role as the storyteller, waved his hand and led everyone to go eat.

  The training continued in the afternoon, but everyone was full of interest in Zhang Feng's fire gun. The sound of spitting fire was like thunder, and such a thing must be very magical. It was also learned that a batch would be sent to the military camp in a few days, and everyone was absent-minded. During the training, mistakes were made one after another, which made Zhang Feng furious.

  In the blink of an eye, three days had passed. It was during a break period and there were no training sessions. Except for a few people who had patrol duties, everyone else in Zhang Feng's unit was chatting idly on the school grounds, comparing techniques.

  Suddenly, a noisy crowd gathered at the camp gate, and Zhang Feng thought something big had happened, so he hastily summoned his soldiers to go and take a look.

  The entrance to the camp was already packed with people, and Ma Cheng, a big cow, had forced his way in. Zhang Feng walked in and saw that it was a convoy of military vehicles that had arrived, and he was puzzled as to why everyone was gathered around. As he glanced around, he suddenly caught sight of several objects on the truck that were exposed due to the bumpy ride, which looked like cylinders with a grayish-black color... weren't they the handguns he had been thinking about just a few days ago?

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