At this time, Jia Sidao stood up again and touched No. 1 carefully. The action was like touching a beautiful woman in gauze.

Well, it’s indeed a veteran of the flowers!

After a while, the gun was still hot. He endured the heat. Old Jia picked it up again and squinted his eyes to watch. These actions inevitably made people think a lot.

When he saw that the barrel of Terminator One was still tightly cleft, he still couldn't see a crack after firing a hundred shots in a row!

Produced by Song Chen, it must be a fine product!

"The quality is very good, Song Chen, good job!" Jia Sidao stared at the whole time. The old fox knew that these could not be fake.

"Are you a sharpshooter?" Jia Sidao looked at Monk Li with his eyes in a line. The person who was trying the gun had to ask for a question in order to make a better judgment.

Monk Li is a rough man. The first time he saw such a noble person, he asked him with a kind look, and was so scared that he stared at him and didn't know how to answer.

"Sir, this person, Monk Li, his marksman is indeed pretty good." Song Chen had no choice but to say the truth, and his little abacus was about to fail again.

Lao Jia’s subtext is that Monk Li is a sharpshooter, so the accuracy of No. 1 is so good. If you hand it over to ordinary soldiers of the Song Dynasty, the effect will be greatly reduced.

So Song Chen didn't want to brag about Monk Li, how could he not understand Lao Jia's meaning?

Jia Sidao is not that easy to fool. As the actual commander-in-chief of the entire Southern Song Dynasty military, what he wants is this iron spear, and the most ordinary soldier can also achieve a high hit rate.

Of course, Song Chen knew about this, but he was no longer the honest and almost pedantic young man in his previous life. If he had been in his previous life, he might have found someone who was not very good at doing something like gun test to show fairness.

"Go and try it out with an ordinary archery soldier." Jia Sidao said to a guard next to him. From this detail, no matter how future generations accuse him of making mistakes and using improper people, one thing can be confirmed, that is, he is not a fool, and as long as he is serious, he will think carefully about everything he does.

"Jia Xiang, let me do it, my archery skills are ordinary!" His masters stood up and spoke, even the guards who were ordered.

"You are all masters of the hundred-step piercing Yang. I can't do it for the time being. I'll make you enjoy it later!" Jia Sidao is really a superior. Recently, practicing iron spear has become a very good thing in the army. These guards want to leak their faces.

A wise superior often has this characteristic and will never miss any opportunity to win over the people around him. He will be kind to the servants and guards around him. The smart superiors know that these people who are responsible for their own food, clothing, housing and transportation are often not allowed to offend them.

"Forget it, I won't delay. Find a ready-made one. Come and try it!" Jia Sidao seemed to have a radar on his body, and he pointed at Xiao Liu, who was the most timid in the field. Xiao Liu was timid and sometimes he would be shocked when he suddenly heard the gunshots.

"Me?" Xiao Liu's face was a difficult person. He was just a craftsman. It was a bit difficult for him to shoot him.

"Xiao Liu, half of this gun is made by you. Are you still afraid of what you have made?" Song Chen naturally wanted to make an angry person for his own people, and secretly thanked that he insisted on letting Xiao Liu learn to shoot.

"Pick up the gun and form a straight line with the target in front. Don't shake your hands. Close one eye and keep your eyes on the gun. This way, shooting is much safer!" Monk Li went to teach this Xiaoliu again, and then revisited these shooting rules.

"Mo Yuhai, Zhang Changzhao, you two will carry another iron plate!" Song Chen has formed absolute authority in this small workshop and can give orders directly.

"No, just change to a thicker wooden board. There is not much iron in the court. The power has been proven just now. There is no problem. This will save our dynasty a piece of iron. On the battlefield, I, the Song Dynasty, will have another armor!" Jia Sidao is worthy of being a person who has been living in the officialdom for many years and will perform anytime and anywhere.

"The Prime Minister is wise!" First of all, Wen Tianxiang said solemnly that the people behind him were not fools. If they didn't follow this sentence at this time, would they have any objections to the 'Duke of Zhou' of the dynasty!

A bunch of people followed behind him, all of whom were talking about the Prime Minister's wiseness.

"Okay, say less false, do more real," Jia Sidao enjoyed this almost stingy flattery, which made Song Chen, who has always believed in practical meanings, a little incomprehensible. "Put the wooden board two hundred steps away and be able to hit this position. The role of this gun in defending the city will be unimaginable!"

Xiao Liu started shooting there, and Song Chen's motivational words still played a role. Don't be scared by what you created. This sentence echoed in his ears. This gun was designed and manufactured by Song Chen, and the barrel was made of steel. This is quality assurance.

Ignite the cotton thread soaked with tinder oil, put on a pose, pull the trigger, and the bullet shot out, and a hole immediately appeared on the wooden board in the distance.

"I hit it!" He was very happy and everyone was satisfied. This was just an ordinary person who could hit it. Later, he tried ten more shots, and five or six shots hit the target.

Those shots were not hit, almost all due to continuous shooting, which caused the barrel to get hot and tremble when held in your hand.

The craftsman trembled with his hands when he picked up the gun. He must not have received much training. Even he could hit five or six shots. It is not necessary to say that a better archer.

Wow, is No. 1 so easy to get started? Think about the scene of preparing for the army on a large scale.

"No, I'll try it!" Jia Sidao was so happy to see Terminator One's effect that he was like a child. He had to try it himself to be truly at ease and let go of his hands to promote it.

"Jia Xiang, I can't use it. The lower-ranking officer has confidence in this weapon, but he is not afraid of ten thousand, but he is afraid that if he wants to, Lord Pingzhang should not take this meaningless danger!" Wen Tianxiang stood up first to stop him. He actually said what Song Chen wanted to say.

If you are not lucky, when the Terminator No. 1 happens to be in Lao Jia's hands, it will explode. It's okay if you don't die. If you die, he will definitely gamble over.

Even if he was not dead and his hands were broken, his future in the Song Dynasty would be over, so he didn't mind what Wen Tianxiang said at all. On the contrary, there were ten thousand supporters for this.

"Terminator One is related to the destiny of the country. Such an important national weapon, I must personally test it with my own hands to understand its significance." The prime minister of the dynasty made up his mind, and Wen Tianxiang knew that nothing he said later was useless.
Chapter completed!