Meng Jiucheng believes that the soldiers' cultural level will improve, their comprehension will be enhanced accordingly, and their understanding and implementation of military regulations will be more in place, and the expansion of technical troops will be more smooth in the future.

Yes, technical troops have been formed. One is the artillery battalion, the other is the engineering battalion mainly composed of miners, and the other is the craftsman who repairs weapons and armor.

"General——" Qian Bangzhen, the commander of the artillery battalion, jogged over and reported the test data to Meng Jiucheng. "This gun was a hundred steps away. If the dosage is increased, I can guarantee that it will be at least 30%.

Although he was a soldier and a commander of the first battalion, Qian Bangzhen's image was really not satisfactory, and he showed a market mercy. No wonder he was originally a tea doctor from a tea house. He was a profession with a smile and was smart enough to calculate the small scores.

"There is no need to increase the dosage, just a hundred steps." Meng Jiucheng shook his head gently and said, "Where to fifty steps to hundreds of steps, adjust the elevation angle of the artillery, or customize the reduced dosage package. You record all the data and let everyone below memorize it. In addition, the way I teach you eye snoring should be learned as soon as possible."

"I understand the humble profession." After Qian Bangzhen gave a gift, he showed a habitual professional smile.

Meng Jiucheng raised his hand and let it go helplessly. There was no majesty like this. He felt that he had chosen the wrong person.

One step in ancient times is about 1.3 or 1.5 meters in later generations, and one hundred steps is 130 or 50 meters. Meng Jiucheng believes that the expected goal has been achieved. The iron tube made of handmade gunpowder is rotten. If the number of ejected drugs is increased, Meng Jiucheng is worried that it will explode and hurt people.

The distance of 130 or 50 meters is also the effective killing distance of the bow and arrow judged by Meng Jiucheng. Yes, effective killing is not the longest range. If we consider the protection of the armor, Meng Jiucheng believes that the killing distance of the bow and arrow is still short, which is estimated to be around 100 meters.

As for the record of 800 meters and 500 meters in history, it is recorded for the sake of record. In the end, its momentum cannot penetrate Lu white, and it has no meaning in actual combat, and its accuracy and lethality cannot be seen at all.

Therefore, the range of the flying thunder cannon is basically the same as that of the bow and arrow, but it is more powerful, and it is killing and can also disturb the enemy's war horses (the war horses at that time were not trained in the sound and light smoke of the explosion, which is different from the training of military horses in later generations).

In terms of offensive weapons, we have initially possessed the capital to compete with the regular army, but the armor protected by individual soldiers is not easily equipped.

In response to this, Meng Jiucheng thought of a temporary solution, organized women among the refugees, and ordered the villages to sew sleeveless clothes with many pockets.

The style is more similar to the life jackets of later generations. Then, thick skinned wooden boards are stuffed into the pockets and become simple armor. Usually, they are pulled by a car. During wartime, soldiers drill their heads into the hole in the middle and tie a rope around their waists, which can play a certain protective role on the front chest and back.

It is simple and not protected enough, but now it is solved by whether there is any problem. In the future, Meng Jiucheng also replaced the wooden board with bamboo board. Because the fibers of bamboo have the advantages of high strength, good elasticity, high density and high strength, and their cross-section is ring-shaped, the outer hoop and internal partition at the bamboo joints improve the directional bearing capacity of the bamboo sheets.

In the further future, if conditions permit, Meng Jiucheng even has plans to build and equip metal armor.

As for the helmet, Meng Jiucheng had no good idea. He could only order craftsmen to build it while encouraging the people to make it up, and the army would pay for it.

Although it is a waste of money, the equipment of the Red Turban Army is already stronger than that of the Red Jacket Army. The peasant uprising army has a large number. Not to mention armor, even regular weapons are not suitable. It is not uncommon to cut wood and lift up the slaughter.

After leaving the artillery camp, Meng Jiucheng went to the engineering camp to provide guidance. He attached great importance to technical troops, and the division of troops was also one of the signs of the Red Turban Army's normalization.

I came out early in the morning. When Meng Jiucheng finished these matters and returned to the town, it was already afternoon and even lunch was eaten outside.

The house where Meng Jiucheng lives is quite large, which belongs to a Jurchen official in the original town. There is a small garden-like courtyard with a few rocks inside, with a few willow trees planted, and green grass and flowers surrounding an octagonal pavilion in the middle. The air is filled with a rich but not a scent.

The warm sunshine shines on your body, everything goes smoothly, and the scenery in front of you also makes Meng Jiucheng feel refreshed.

Beautiful, harmonious, and vivid. As the weather warms up, Meng Jiucheng likes this place that makes people feel comfortable and relaxed, and often handles official duties in the pavilion. However, now someone has come before him. Although he knows him, Meng Jiucheng doesn't want to go forward. Just as he is about to turn around and leave, the people in the pavilion raise their hands to greet him, and he has to step over.

"I have met Master Seven, Miss Wanyan, Oh, Sister Mingdang is here too!" Meng Jiucheng walked into the pavilion and bowed.

The seventh master Zheng Ruxin is in his thirties and has a pretty face, but his outfit is elegant and handsome. Wanyan Linglong is also a middle-aged woman, but she is well-maintained. She looks younger than Zheng Ruxin and dresses very elegantly. She wears a little pink and has a long dress with light blue brocade, her black hair is tied into a Ruyi bun, and she has only a white jade hairpin. She is simple in dressing, but she does not lose her beautiful face, and there is a bookish atmosphere between her eyebrows and eyes.

Wanyan Linglong also held a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl in her hand, with bright eyes and white teeth and beautiful colors. She was Mingdang, who was taken in and wandering with her during the turmoil.

"No need to be polite, sit down and talk!" Zheng Ruxin waved her hand casually, her injuries were not healed, and her face looked pale.

"General Meng is polite." Wanyan Linglong stood up and saluted, showing the etiquette and upbringing of the women.

"Hello, Brother Jiuzheng." Mingdang said, "I'm lucky." His words were a bit tender, but his melodious voice sounded very nice.

Meng Jiucheng sat down as he said, but his expression and movements were not as casual as usual.

"I heard you are recruiting women among refugees? What do you want to do?" Zheng Ruxin asked with a smile.

Meng Jiucheng said: "Returning to Master Qi, I want to build a medical team in the army. It doesn't matter if you don't want to. Find some people who read and snippet, organize and manage them, or knitting women's workers, or other work, and you can always earn some household income, which is better than being idle and scramble."
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