Chapter 4: Zhao's Martial Arts Hall

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  Why is Luo Kai sighing that it's not easy? Luo Kai's gun-making is more dependent on the three major operating principles of automatic firearms: gas-operated, recoil-operated, and blowback-operated, but his understanding of manually operated bolt-action rifles is limited.

  The old Type 38 rifle was the only Mauser single-shot rifle that Rokka, who was used to automatic firearms, could make. To recall the relevant data and manufacturing methods of this rifle, Rokka spent a lot of brain cells.

  In fact, giving up automatic firearms and returning to manual firearms is also a matter of necessity. When the gun is fired, the combustion of gunpowder and the friction between the bullet and the barrel will produce very high heat, and the accumulation of heat not only makes the barrel hot, but also changes the inner diameter of the barrel, making the gap between the bullet and the barrel larger, reducing the chamber pressure.

  In 1881, with resources limited, Rokaya could only resort to the clumsy expedient of using thickened and heavy barrels to address the issue of barrel durability, which made this old-fashioned rifle popular.

  Reality has proven that many things cannot be achieved overnight, even if Luo Kai had the cheat of crossing over, he could not create firearms that surpass this era by much. Following the trend, rotating bolt-action rifles are still the mainstream of this era.

  "Very good, just keep going like this, if there's any difficulty, feel free to ask me."

  Power grows out of the barrel of a gun. Lu Shengyi had always believed this, and it indirectly influenced Luo Ke, who inherited his memories.

  Arriving in this strange world, without a gun and no armed forces of his own, Luo Ke really didn't have much sense of security. Holding a gun was like holding onto safety, Luo Ke's mood greatly improved, and he couldn't help but ask about the difficulties of making guns.

  "Back to Master, it's still the same old story. The scarcity of materials has restricted our production speed. There is only one steel mill in the entire South China Sea that can produce the steel needed for this rifle, and it's a foreign-owned factory with limited supply. This limits our production speed to an average of two rifles per day."

  Yan An said solemnly.

  "One day, two knives. Damn profiteers, daring to ration the goods I need on my own turf."

  Things are precious because they are rare, and the cunning and power of merchants are as transparent as a fire. With cold light shooting from his eyes, it was related to Luo Kai's foundation for establishing himself, and he couldn't help but get angry.

  "I'm not entirely clear about the procurement matters either, but I think it's probably because this steel mill is run by British people, so they don't quite buy our account."

  Seeing Luo Kai's anger, Yan An continued to add.

  "Uh, British?"

  "It seems like a recollection of the past, Luo Kai silently said: "Everyone only thinks about getting their own benefits, but it's as if they're being led by an invisible hand to achieve a purpose that they never intended to achieve. They promote social benefits, and the effect is often better than what they really wanted to achieve."

  After finishing the sentence, Luo Kai nodded and promised. "Easy to handle, what the evil capitalist wants is nothing more than more profit, give him a hundred percent profit and he will even sell the steel mill, give him a thousand percent return and he will think of ways to get it for you, I'll take care of this."

  Money was something the Luo family had in abundance, having once emptied the imperial treasury of the Great Ming. What they lacked was time.

  "As for the bullets, there's no problem with producing the Type 38 rifle cartridges, but the Type 54 pistol cartridges are a bit tricky to make. For now, we can only use substitutes as per your request, which might affect their power and accuracy. The existing bullets are stored in the warehouse at the military camp above, you can take them whenever you need."

  After talking about rifles, Yan An then talked about bullets.

  "Great, Master Yan has helped me a great deal. I will continue to increase investment here and in the future, no matter what problems arise, whether private or public, Master Yan just needs to mention it, and I will do my best to meet your requirements."

  Having solved the bullet problem, Luo Ke knew he was truly standing firm in this era.

  In fact, on the day of crossing over, Luo Kai, who was surrounded by emotions such as panic, anxiety, confusion, and excitement, opened the factory's backup power source and used a multi-functional machine tool and special materials in the warehouse to manufacture a 54 pistol, the only one made by Luo Kai.

  But when Luo Kai excitedly played with the handgun in his hand, he suddenly found that the sense of security brought by the weapon in his hand was not as much as he had imagined. Without bullets, this thing is not as practical as a small knife. Now that the problem has been solved one by one, with a gun in hand, Luo Kai's confidence immediately swelled up. It's worth knowing that Luo Kai was originally a good shooter, and with a gun and bullets, he became thoroughly powerful, no longer a bookworm who couldn't even truss a chicken.

  In public, having rifles would allow Rokai's power to grow rapidly. In private, having handguns would ensure Rokai's personal safety. Although Yan An did things that Rokai could have done himself, the saying goes that "many hands make light work", and one person can't compare to the efficiency of dozens led by Yan An. Moreover, Rokai was constrained by his identity and had no time to attend to other matters, so this time he owed a great debt of gratitude to Yan An, whose help to Rokai could be said to be invaluable.

  Yes, bear in mind.

  If the discussion is about who is the greatest person, whether it's Caesar, Alexander, Genghis Khan, Cromwell or Napoleon? Without a doubt people will answer, it's Isaac Newton.

  It is very true that we should honor and extol those who command our minds with the power of truth, rather than those who enslave us by violence. It is the men who have recognized the universe, not those who have distorted it, whose powers can be superimposed on several thousand soldiers.

  Leading ideas ahead of this era are Luo Ke's most precious wealth.

  Luo Zhenhuan put on two rifles and bid farewell to Yan An. Luo Kai and Luo Zhenhuan left the factory.

  Arriving at the top, Luo Zhenhuan lovingly played with the two rifles in his hands. Although he didn't know their power, just by looking at them, he could tell they were extraordinary. Based on intuition, Luo Zhenhuan was certain that this was a more lethal weapon than the standard firearms used by his own musketeer troops.

  "Alright, look at you getting all anxious and flustered. Once we've received the bullets, we'll head to your camp's shooting range and won't leave until every last bullet is gone, how about that."

  Luo Kai waved his small hand and said with a heroic tone.

  "Alright, alright, we must finish it, we must finish it."

  Weapons are a soldier's second life, excited words can't be spoken, Luo Zhenhuan's love for guns is no less than Luo Kai's, just hoping to return to the barracks soon.

  In fact, in this era where the shadow of swords and spears is deeply rooted in people's minds, Luo Zhenhua, who loves firearms, was also an oddity in this era. The firearms of 1881 were not as powerful as people imagined.

  "Heh heh, let me guess how many bullets are in the warehouse, it can't be just ten rounds, right?"

  "You little rascal, you have to shoot every single one of them without fail, no matter how many there are."

  ……

  Two figures ran and chased each other, they were like the rising sun, heading towards the peak, heading towards brilliance.

  Time slips away quietly, and years pass by like a shuttle.

  "Attention! Bow!"

  Outside the gate, dozens of armed fighters stood at attention with their legs together.

  The familiar scene made Luo Kai nod his head, a regular military salute.

  After coming through for half a month, Luo Kai was most pleased with the training of these ten personal guards in front of him. These personal guards were all godly marksmen selected by Luo Kai from his father's management of the firearms team, each and every one of them being unruly masters, their physical conditions not inferior to those of Luo Kai's special forces in his previous life.

  At the age of ten, Luo Kai not only lived and ate with them in the military camp for a period of time but also had custom-made military uniforms and equipment made for him. He has suffered a lot, if he hadn't inherited some of Lu Zhanyi's iron-blooded willpower, he might not have been able to hold on.

  Of course, relying on these few subordinates was not enough to make a ten-year-old child control the entire Taiwan Strait. It wasn't until Luo Ke used his own handmade 54 pistol to stage several performances of "killing chickens to scare monkeys" that he gradually gained control over his father's Black Iron Army, and only then did his subordinates begin to overlook his age, making the situation subtle.

  "Dong Guanjia, I'm going out for a trip, so I'll be troubling you with the household chores."

  The next morning, after returning to the Luo residence, he called out and didn't care if the old steward heard or not. Luo Kai directly left his own mansion and walked for a while before passing through several streets to arrive at the entrance of a large courtyard.

  The large courtyard gate was wide open, and the four powerful characters "Zhao Shi Wu Guan" were written on the plaque above the door. This was exactly the destination of Luo Kai's trip.

  "Zhang Meng, Cao Meng, you two follow me in. Everyone else, attention! Old rules apply, everyone is free to do as they please. One hour later, bring the two horse carriages and assemble here. Dismissed."

  After giving orders, Luo Kai bowed his head and entered the Zhao Clan's Martial Hall. The two personal guards, Zhang Meng and Cao Meng, exchanged a glance and followed him in.