Chapter 71: Killed with one shot! (Please collect! Please vote! Please invest!)

After opening the package, a musket that was two feet and eight inches long and weighed seven pounds suddenly appeared in front of everyone. Looking at this terrifying killing weapon, everyone's eyes showed a hint of envy. In today's troubled times, such a thing is definitely a good thing for home travel, self-defense and life-saving!

The personal soldier carefully handed the Weiyuan gun and lead bullet gunpowder to Wang Kangxin.

Feeling the cold touch and heavy weight of the musket in his hand, Wang Kangxin's eyes gradually turned cold.

The musket in his hand at this moment was called Weiyuan Gun. It was a new type of musket improved by craftsmen of the Ministry of Works in the third year of Anhe based on the bird gun and the three-eyed gun. Although this musket still loaded bullets slowly, it took some time to fire the next shot after each shot.

However, compared with the three-barreled gun and bird gun that are now widely equipped by the imperial guards of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Weiyuan gun has made significant improvements in shooting distance, striking accuracy, and loading speed. Once it came out, it was deeply loved by the current Prime Minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Shangguan Hongyuan, who even named it the Weiyuan gun himself.

Although the Weiyuan Gun is advanced and powerful, it is complicated to make. The man-hours required to make one are more than ten times that of the three-barreled gun and the bird gun. The materials consumed are also more than three times that of the three-barreled gun and the bird gun...

Therefore, although four years have passed since its successful research and development, this musket has not yet been equipped on a large scale to the Imperial Guards. It has only been equipped on a small scale to Shangguan Hongyuan's direct army, the Shenwu Army.

Wang Kangxin knew how powerful the Weiyuan gun was, and he was itching to get one, so he used a lot of connections and spent a lot of money to get one from the Shenwu Army. He always treated it as a treasure, often cleaning and maintaining it, and would never use it easily.

Under the watchful eyes of his soldiers, Wang Kangxin first estimated the distance, then took out a certain amount of gunpowder from the bamboo tube gunpowder can and poured it into the muzzle of the gun.

Vaguely looking at the courtyard, he saw someone from the Zhou army taking out a musket and looking like he wanted to shoot him. The mustached Gong Du Lao who was sent to persuade them to surrender was not afraid at all. On the contrary, he became even more excited and uttered more dirty words.

"You little bastards from the Zhou Dynasty, you really don't know how to respect me. Come and beat me, your grandfather..." The man with a mustache pointed at his own head and said loudly and contemptuously:
As the man with a mustache spoke, there was a burst of laughter among the soldiers in the palace. They had been surrounded by Zhou's army for a long time and had to hide from place to place, not daring to show their heads. Now that they had the upper hand, they naturally wanted to vent their joy.

Hearing the laughter of his own people behind him, a smug smile appeared on the corner of the man with a mustache. He was not a madman, nor was he not afraid of death.

Instead, they understood that the two main firearms equipped by the Zhou army, the three-barreled gun and the bird gun, had an effective shooting range of no more than one hundred and fifty steps.

The place where he was standing was about two hundred steps away from the gate of the house, so the firearms in the hands of Zhou army could not hit him at all.

Hearing the little mustache man shouting like that, the Zhou army soldiers in the courtyard were all furious and wanted to rush out and tear the little mustache man into pieces.

Although his men were emotional, Wang Kangxin, as the commander, was not affected by the provocation and continued to practice slowly. After loading the gunpowder, he loaded the lead bullet into the muzzle, and then took out the cleaning rod to compact it.

After loading the ammunition, Wang Kangxin raised his musket and aimed at the mustache man from the palace two hundred steps away. While he was aiming, the personal soldier beside him assisted him by inserting the matchlock into the bayonet, opening the gantry, opening the gunpowder pool cover, pouring the primer into it, and then looking at Wang Kangxin. Facing the personal soldier's inquiring eyes, Wang Kangxin nodded calmly, and the personal soldier lit the matchlock. With a crackling sound, the matchlock of the Weiyuan musket was lit.

The eyes of the imperial guards in the courtyard were all focused on Wang Kangxin, who was aiming his Weiyuan guns.

There was a hint of worry in everyone's eyes. Everyone knew that it was almost impossible to hit that hateful Gongdu man at this distance, but everyone hoped that a miracle would happen and make that chattering Gongdu man shut his damn mouth completely.

Taking a deep breath and feeling that he was ready, Wang Kangxin pulled the trigger. The next second, there was a bang, and a puff of gray smoke came out of the muzzle of the Weiyuan gun. At the same time, a bright blood flower bloomed on the chest of the mustache man who was laughing unscrupulously two hundred steps away...

Feeling the sharp pain in his chest and the rapid loss of strength, the man with a mustache was stunned and looked down at the wound on his chest in disbelief.

Looking at his bloody wounds that were so deep that the bone could be seen, the man with a small mustache opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but unfortunately, he could only open his mouth but no sound came out. With a thud, the man with a small mustache fell to the ground, completely lifeless.

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

Seeing that the man with a mustache was really shot dead by their own commander, all the imperial guards in the mansion became highly motivated. They shouted loudly with excitement on their faces, and looked at Wang Kangxin with eyes full of respect as if he were a god.

As excited as the imperial guards in the mansion were, as depressed were the palace soldiers surrounding the mansion outside. After a long while, they finally remembered and sent two people to drag the mustache man's body back.

Putting down the Weiyuan gun in his hand, looking at his subordinates whose morale was boosted, a faint smile appeared on Wang Kangxin's face.

While the morale was high, Wang Kangxin made arrangements in a deep voice: "Everyone, take the time to rest. When night falls, we will break out of the encirclement and fight our way out!"

Everyone nodded in agreement to Wang Kangxin's plan, but accidents always come suddenly, and a puzzled voice was heard among the crowd.

"Why don't we hold on and wait for help? Our brothers and comrades outside should have discovered our situation..."

When he heard this voice, a complex look subconsciously appeared in Wang Kangxin's eyes.

He obviously couldn't tell his subordinates that the reason they ended up in this situation was because he, Wang Kangxin, had offended his immediate superior, Xu Zhaojie. Therefore, they would not have any reinforcements and could only rely on themselves to survive.

(End of this chapter)