Chapter 57 Business
"Where is the fourth one? Why can't I see him?"
Jiang Xia had just packed up when an old servant of the Sun family came to invite him to discuss something with Lord Sun. After leaving the Huang family's house, he turned around and asked Su, who was carrying a bag behind him.
The silent young man deliberately adjusted his hair, then lowered his head and curled his lips without answering.
Jiang Xia asked other people in the chip communication again. In the past, the fourth brother always came close to him when he had nothing to do and said some irrelevant flattering words.
Why did you change your temper today?
After asking around, I found out that the fourth brother was lucky in love and was being "tortured" by the female warrior Julie.
After knowing the news, Jiang Xia suddenly felt happy, with a kind of gloating pleasure. The fourth brother probably didn't know that these wastelanders were all abnormal.
Not only does that female warrior have a decadent lifestyle, but her XP is also very strange.
With this strange pleasure in seeing people in trouble, Jiang Xia and Su soon arrived at Lord Sun's courtyard, which was still on the edge of Fengshan Street and looked very inconspicuous.
But these days, the interior of the house has changed a lot.
No more feeling of being poor.
After being tidied up by the triumphant Lord Sun, the courtyard became more elegant.
In particular, some antique books confiscated from several stewards were placed in the room, which made it look more like a hermit's residence. The large jar for pickled vegetables was also thrown away to prevent the smell from escaping and affecting the majesty.
There were some people standing guard outside the yard, each of them looking straight ahead, exuding a brave spirit.
Jiang Xia and Su looked at each other and asked in the chip communication:
"These are probably the elite of this world. How many can you defeat without firearms?"
"At least ten."
Soda looked at the soldiers and answered briefly:
"In hand-to-hand combat, prosthetics have a crushing advantage over flesh and blood."
"Too."
Jiang Xia nodded, feeling that he had asked a stupid question.
Each of these wasteland warriors has a prosthetic body, is not afraid of swords, has sharp perception, excellent reaction, and has a combat system to assist them. It is totally unethical to ask them to fight against these soldiers.
At the moment when the two walked into the courtyard, Jiang Xia asked again in the communication:
"Since Malte came here, he has been replicating gunpowder weapons. I haven't asked about it in the past few days. How many are there now?"
"We made 200 classic Enfield carbines, made from the alloy materials we brought over. Later, you said we wanted to control costs, so we made 300 P-14 rifles for export, made from iron smelted from local ores.
The automatic weapons we use ourselves are not counted, as they are all machined with machine tools.”
Su replied in his signature, crisp tone:
"Mart said that the quality of local iron materials was OK, but making such inferior weapons was an insult to his skills, so he was not willing to do it."
Malte is the weaponsmith of the Black Hand. He has been responsible for retrieving blueprints from the database and replicating obsolete gunpowder weapons.
This made Jiang Xia curl his lips and say:
"You may not be very capable, but you have a bad temper. If you want to revive the Black Hand Society, you will need a lot of resources. Don't underestimate those firewood sticks in your eyes. You will rely on them to make money in the future.
The carbine cannot be given to him now, so let him keep it and use Lao Li’s P-14 for now.
Never mind, I'll go talk to him in a few days."
After saying that, Jiang Xia straightened his clothes and took Su with him, under the watchful eyes of a group of elite soldiers, strode into the hall of the mansion, where Lord Sun was chatting with Butler Hong.
The two seemed to be talking about something related to the teachings of sages.
The use of allusions to scriptures is very unpleasant.
This is an exchange between high-level intellectuals.
Jiang Xia, the fake scholar, couldn't understand. Jiang's memory had been read many times, but he didn't learn anything from it.
"Ziheng is here."
When Lord Sun saw Jiang Xia coming over, he stopped talking, stood up, and introduced Butler Hong:
"Brother Maolin, this is Jiang Xia, Jiang Ziheng, whom I rely on as the Great Wall. He is also a scholar in Huai'an Prefecture. He was deceived by Ruyifang and almost lost his life.
After returning, he fought with Ruyifang. He was skilled in archery and horse riding, and had brave brothers. He was truly a talent for the country. "
After that, he introduced Jiang Xia:
"Ziheng, this is the personal steward of Governor Hong, Hong Sen, courtesy name Maolin. He is the Governor's confidant. He came to Fengshan this time to help us."
"Um."
Jiang Xia nodded and looked at Butler Hong, who was also looking at him.
The man was thirty-four years old, and there was nothing special about his appearance. He had the kind of face that you would hardly find in a crowd. He had a gentle smile on his face and looked very approachable.
His eyes were bright and filled with scrutiny, but since he was trusted by the governor as his confidant, he certainly could not be dismissed easily.
Jiang Xia thought about it and asked directly:
"Mr. Hun Sen, can you make a decision on behalf of Governor Hong?"
"Can."
Butler Hong put down the teacup, picked up the folding fan beside him, nodded and said:
"When I came here, the master gave me the power to make decisions. To be honest, my master was also quite surprised when he heard about what happened in Fengshan, especially after receiving the letter.
The master and I are very curious about what the Ruyifang business that Jiang Zhuangshi mentioned is all about.
Moreover, you boasted in the letter that you have the means to stabilize the country and would present them to the court..."
"It's not an offering."
Jiang Xia shook his head and interrupted Butler Hong. He corrected him:
“It’s all business.”
Butler Hong felt a little dissatisfied with what he said.
This man is rebellious.
Although Fengming Country is not strong now.
But he is also an official. You are a failed scholar, but now you are the king of the mountain. Are you so rude when talking to the envoy of a county governor?
Jiang Xia didn't care and said:
"What I want to sell to Governor Hong is weapons of the highest quality and quality, at a fair price. They are indeed the most important weapons of the country, and that is not an exaggeration at all."
He said arrogant words and snapped his fingers backwards.
Su took off the bag he was carrying, placed it on the table, and unzipped it.
Two guns, one long and one short, were revealed, but they were obviously different from those used by the wasteland warriors and were not automatic weapons.
The spear is well-made and more than one meter long.
But apart from the barrel, the trigger and the magazine, the gun body is made entirely of wood, sprayed with a classic rust-colored paint, and there is a box next to it.
There are bullets and matching bayonets.
Its appearance is exactly a replica of the famous Lee Enfield P-14 rifle, an absolute world-famous gun, but it is a little older and at the World War I level.
As for the pistol.
It does look very similar to Jiangxia's large-caliber revolver.
But both the caliber and the ammunition used are far inferior to the one in Jiangxia. This is a revolver from the cowboy era and is also considered a famous gun.
Its prototype is the Colt M1873.
He also has a cool nickname, "Peacemaker".
Jiang Xia calls this thing "foreign trade money".
The performance of guns and bullets is at least four generations behind what our people are using now, not to mention the energy weapons that have been developed on a large scale in the wasteland.
No wonder the craftsman Galt said that making such a thing was an insult to his own skills.
In the eyes of veterans who experienced the Wasteland War, such backward firearms are indeed no different from fire sticks.
" I have never seen such a weapon before."
Butler Hong reached out and touched the smooth body of the spear, and asked in amazement:
“How should it be used?”
Jiang Xia picked up the rifle, skillfully removed the magazine, opened the bullet box, and in front of Butler Hong and Lord Sun, he pressed five pointed bullets into the gun in the form of a magazine.
There is also the iconic, crisp clang sound.
He pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet into the chamber, but did not shoot immediately. Instead, he looked outside and said to Butler Hong:
"When I came here, I saw elite soldiers outside the gate. I thought they should be the elite soldiers under the command of Governor Hong. I thought they were also good at riding and shooting. Why don't we have a competition?
It will also allow Mr. Hong to better see the power of my weapon."
"Then you may have chosen the wrong opponent."
Butler Hong shook his head and said:
"This group of soldiers is the master's personal soldiers. The bows and crossbows they use are all made by master craftsmen in the country based on the blueprints of the crossbows bought from Mo Shuang Mountain.
It is not a magic weapon, but it is specially made for the elite troops of our country.
It is sophisticated and powerful, far superior to ordinary crossbows, and extremely accurate. The crossbow arrows can shoot 500 steps, and it can easily penetrate heavy armor within 300 steps. Otherwise, let them use ordinary crossbows to compete with your weapon?"
"Need not!"
Jiang Xia waved his hand confidently and said:
"Just shoot at three targets at 100 steps, 300 steps, and 500 steps. Three volleys is the limit. This is the only way to show the power of my good stuff."
"One step is about 75 centimeters. Isn't that too close?"
Su asked in the chip communication, but was corrected by Jiang Xia:
"No, the one step I told these people is one step forward and one step backward. One and a half meters is about right. Five hundred steps is still within the range of this gun, but you don't need to test it."
Under the astonished gaze of Butler Hong, Jiang Xia handed the loaded bolt-action rifle in his hand to the bewildered Lord Sun.
He said:
"Master Sun, come here."
"I...I've never used this."
Lord Sun is a genuine scholar. Although he has been working in the mines for many years, farming and studying, and has quite a bit of strength, how could he have come into contact with such a killing weapon?
Jiang Xia stuffed a gun into his hand, leaving him at a loss for a moment.
Butler Hong watched this scene but did not say anything.
There was a thoughtful look in his eyes.
More than ten minutes later, in a hidden forest outside Fengshan Street, the Hong family's personal soldiers set up targets and specially found armor, put it on the targets, and arranged them at the locations of three targets.
Butler Hong randomly picked a personal soldier to shoot. The crossbow he used was indeed as the butler had said, simple in appearance, like a wooden box.
Well made.
There are iron tools placed everywhere to increase their service life.
Moreover, it seems to have used a relatively rudimentary pulley device, which not only makes winding the arrow easy, but also has a special arrow box that can be inserted like a magazine, allowing six arrows to be fired in a row.
It's totally an automatic weapon of this era.
The soldier who was chosen to test the archery had an arrogant look on his face. In front of Lords Jiang Xia, Su and Sun, he held the crossbow with both hands and shot three arrows without even aiming.
The first arrow pierced the target a hundred steps away, and continued to pierce the armor. The arrow even went straight through the armor and flew back more than ten meters after penetrating it, inserting into the soil, with the tail of the arrow buzzing.
The second arrow also easily pierced the target three hundred steps away. The arrow sank into the armor and did not penetrate it this time.
The third arrow was a little off.
Five hundred steps is the maximum range of this black crossbow.
The soldier adjusted the arrow carefully so that it flew in a parabola and finally hit the target and pierced the armor.
Su shook his head repeatedly when he saw this kind of power.
But in the mortal wars of this era, there is absolutely no one who can surpass it.
After he finishes shooting, it's Lord Sun's turn.
Lord Sun acted very unconfident, dragging Lao Li's gun, looking like a puppet army captain.
But Su had just taught him how to shoot, and the bolt-action rifle was easy to use. Now he had a proper fighting posture, with his left hand supporting the gun body, the butt against his shoulder, and his right hand on the trigger.
Using the circular hole sight on the gun calibrated by Su, the three points are in a straight line.
"boom"
The first shot was fired, and the recoil hit Lord Sun on the shoulder like a light tap, causing him to stagger.
A ball of sparks burst out from the target a hundred steps away.
The shot was a little off target, but it didn't miss the target.
This gave Lord Sun confidence.
He took a deep breath, pulled the bolt with some effort, and aimed again at the point three hundred steps away.
"Don't worry, use this."
Jiang Xia interrupted Lord Sun's second aiming, added a small scope on top of the gun, and then made a gesture of invitation.
Lord Sun squinted his right eye and looked through the sight with his left eye.
After all, three hundred steps is about 400 meters. An ordinary person without training will definitely miss the target at this distance, so Lord Sun needs to be given some "special skills".
This will make the target three hundred steps away clearly visible .
There is also a cross-shaped sight specially adjusted by the Soviet Union engraved on the sight. There is no wind in the forest, and it uses improved bullets with stronger muzzle velocity and kinetic energy.
As long as Lord Sun aims accurately, he will definitely hit the target.
"boom"
As the smoke rose, Lord Sun's face was filled with joy. He saw clearly that the shot was more accurate and sparks also flew off the armor.
This already made the soldiers watching nearby marvel.
But they knew that this was the first time that Lord Sun used this strange weapon, and that he was a weak scholar, but he could hit so accurately, which was beyond their expectations.
Some people were also whispering encouragement to Lord Sun.
After all, the next attack will have to be made at a distance of 500 steps, which is already challenging the normal visual range limit.
"boom"
The third shot was fired, and the people around him cried out in regret.
The shot missed the target.
But it’s not surprising. Five hundred steps away, about 750 meters, it’s difficult for ordinary people to see clearly.
But Lord Sun refused to admit defeat.
This scholar who studied the teachings of sages did not want to embarrass himself in front of a group of rude soldiers, so he gritted his teeth, pulled the bolt, adjusted his breathing, squinted his right eye, stared at the sight, and carefully fine-tuned the aim again.
"boom"
The fourth shot, five hundred steps away, more than seven hundred meters away, sparks flew from the edge of the armor on the target.
This immediately caused a group of soldiers to exclaim in surprise.
This attack also made Lord Sun feel proud and satisfied. He rubbed his sore shoulders and touched the musket in his hand with great affection.
He turned his head and gave a thumbs-up, showing a bright smile with a few teeth, and said to Jiang Xia who also had a gentle smile on his face:
"I have accomplished my mission. I am not exaggerating. This firearm is really useful!"
