Qiaoer turned around and found that there were many villagers gathered on the bank waiting to watch the cannons. The military households in the station dared not come over, for fear of seeing the ugly things of Qianhu.

The three idle men of the Hu family were also mixed up, and they were indispensable to watching the fun. Seeing Qiaoer running back alone, the boss asked from afar: "What are you talking about Qiaoer? Should I hit this gun or not?"

Qiaoer ignored them and pushed everyone away and ran towards the house. If her husband really annoyed these soldiers, he might be beaten like something. If something happened again... Oh my god, how could my life be so miserable!

Qiaoer ran away, and the villagers were still watching, and they were watching in the posture of eating melon seeds.

"Why did you go crazy?"

"He fires a gun?"

"It seems that he just said he could shoot guns."

"How is this possible! It's true that he can ride a gun!"

"Hahaha! Look, it's interesting, Qianhu has a bad temper!"

"Yes, it really annoyed Qianhu, and his father has no temper!"

The three idle men in the Hu family were in a much better mood as they listened to the villagers chatting like this. Haven’t you become smarter? Are you smarter now? Are you too smart?

Yang Changfan didn't have the heart to pay attention to them. He was pulled to the front and back of the gun by the black fat man. He just touched it casually and found the mechanism. He pressed and lifted it. The sub-gun that was originally stuck in the mother gun was taken out.

"Oh! My nephew has skills!" The fat black man was overjoyed, "We soldiers don't know how to use this gun, you've got it!"

"Lucky, luck, thank you for your blessing. I used to study here every day, and I can still fiddle with you for a few tricks." Yang Changfan did not delay and rushed to the Bingshi, "A few soldiers, do you have any wipes?"

The veteran flipped through the box and found a piece of oil cloth and quickly handed it to Yang Changfan.

"Look at this place." Yang Changfan pointed to a very small hole and said, "This is a fire gate. It has not been used for a long time and has been blocked. You have to wipe it hard."

After saying that, he snuggled hard, wiped it a few times, and wiped off the ash rust that blocked the hole. The hole as big as the needle's eye turned into a large hole thinner than the little finger.

"No wonder!" The veteran slapped his head, "I said there should be a place to insert the fire letter when firing a gun! I can't find it on both sides, it turns out that it's blocked!"

Yang Changfan smiled and said, "He did not pay due diligence to maintain this weird gray boy."

"Don't worry about the bad guys first, then!" The black fat man next to him rushed to see the show.

"I'll check it first if you don't wait for the uncle." Yang Changfan picked up the gun and moved it from side to side to make sure it was not rusted or damaged. Then he also checked the mother gun.

The innovation of the Fran machine cannon lies in the mother gun. The ammunition is contained in the child gun. After firing, you can directly replace it with another child gun that has been filled with the bullet and continue firing the cannon. Just like after a pistol fires a shuttle bullet, it will be replaced with a new magazine directly. It is a relatively avant-garde design and greatly facilitates time.

Similarly, more complex mechanical structures must be tested more rigorously. Even in modern times, artillery firing accidents will still occur, and artillery damage will be killed.

After Yang Changfan confirmed everything was safe, he began to instruct the soldiers to help.

Simply put, the launch of artillery from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad is roughly three steps.

One, aim, this is not needed now.

2. Put the gunpowder in the fire trough and smash it into the fire.

3. Fill in the bullets and stuff the shells into the chamber.

4. Ignite, ignite gunpowder, use the instant explosion force of gunpowder to advance the shells.

As for how far the shells can go and how lethal they are, it depends on the performance of the shells and shells.

The fat black man and the bearded man just watched Yang Changfan skillfully command the soldiers to prepare for the ammunition. He was really shocked. Such high-end technical skills must be understood by gun soldiers who have been fighting for several years. Or they are from the famous Shenji Camp. Why can Yang Dasha be so flexible?

"The fifth consecutive shot of the sub-gun is filled with the bullet." Yang Changfan personally put the ready sub-gun back to the mother's gun, which was equivalent to inserting the magazine into the pistol. Then, he directed the soldiers to insert the fire letter (actually a piece of rope) into the fire door and contact the gunpowder.

When everything was ready, he turned around and said, "Brother Shi, you can open it."

"Please, nephew!"

"The gun, the soldiers still need to drive it. I'm not qualified." Yang Changfan decisively handed over the last step to the veteran, pointing to the fire channel, "You can just ignite it here. The glory of firing the first shot should belong to a veteran like you."

"I?"

"Yes, yes." Yang Changfan nodded seriously and said to the two officers, "Let's retreat first. If it hasn't been used for a long time, there will inevitably be danger."

"well."

As Yang Changfan and the two officers retreated, everyone except the veteran also retreated, leaving the poor veteran with a scythe in a daze.

The veteran was originally very grateful to Yang Changfan for helping such a big help at such a critical moment, but now the veteran felt that he was shameless, so he made the limelight come out, and then hid aside and let the old comrades play with his life. How can young people now do this?

There is no way, Yang Changfan has no confidence in the manufacturing process of this thing, and he has no intention of being brave at all. He should give the opportunity to his elders! Now it seems that both officers are like themselves and are very humble people. Everyone holds hands and retreats eight feet away, and they are also profound and profound, and they are quite aspiring and sympathetic.

The veteran had no choice but to ask for a god in his heart, knocking on the sickle to light the fire.

The onlookers were looking for fire, and Yang Changfan and the two officers avoided each other far away. They didn't know who took the lead. They took a few steps back, which made the others blindly follow and retreat. No one had seen the guns fired before, and they didn't know how lethal it was.

At this moment, Qiaoer finally led Wu Linglong and Yang Shouquan to rescue the scene panting. Old Yang pushed everyone away and walked to the front row. Seeing that his son was chatting and laughing with the two soldiers, the veteran had already lit a piece of fire and was stunned on the spot.

"What's the situation?" Wu Linglong immediately grabbed the old man next to him and asked.

"Madam Yang, your son is capable!" The old man had to be polite when he saw the landlord and said, "The soldiers cannot fire guns, but Young Master Yang is teaching them."

"He?" Wu Linglong looked at his son from afar, thinking, when you are a fool, you will cause trouble such as smashing the bowl. Now, you are fooling Jun Ye. Wu Linglong didn't think too much and gave her husband a hard time, "Why don't you go there?"

"How are you going?" Lao Yang didn't move forward a little, but said with a bitter face, "You can stop after all this?"
Chapter completed!