The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

When Freddy Pavitt came out,

He saw Zhao Chuanxin holding a gun that was much shorter than a rifle but much longer than a pistol, and fired wildly at a target standing in the distance.

The target made of wooden boards was riddled with holes, like a wind-eroded rock, and it shattered into pieces in less than a moment.

Freddie Pavitt was stunned.

I... really, was it really created by them?

It was really created by two laymen!

How ironic!

Ning'an was someone who had fought in a war. He was dumbfounded and thought about it. If there were a hundred or so people charging with such guns on the battlefield, how much casualties would be caused to the enemy.

At close range, an army of a thousand people would probably be maimed.

When the enemy pulls the bolt of his gun once, ten or twenty rounds of ammunition may have been tilted out.

He knew that Zhao Chuanxin had tyrannical power and could hold two Madsen machine guns in both hands while charging and harvesting lives.

The problem is, no one can do it but him.

But with the advent of this kind of gun, even Ning An himself could have the same effect as Zhao Chuanxin's charge with a machine gun.

Miao Cuihua and Li Shutong didn't understand war, but looking at the continuous firepower of this gun, they knew it must be extraordinary.

After emptying the bullet, Zhao Chuanxin threw away the gun, ran over, hugged Benjamin Goldberg, and threw him into the air: Good boy, I really have you!

Being able to make a submachine gun, this kid is extremely talented!

Benjamin Goldberg flew up and looked up at the white clouds that were far and near in his eyes.

In the past, there was a clear distinction between fantasy and reality, and he needed to choose one.

Now, he feels that fantasy and reality have broken down the barriers and become integrated.

His eyes became brighter and brighter, as bright as the sun in the sky.

He suddenly shouted: Master, I understand...

Everyone was happy for the master and apprentice.

Benjamin Goldberg has really come to his senses this time.

As he fantasized, reality began to appear in his eyes.

When he looked at reality, his mind was also filled with fantasy.

This is a feeling I've never felt before.

Zhao Chuanxin put him down: Boy, come here, I'll let you feel this gun.

As he spoke, he took off his fortitude armor and picked up the submachine gun on the ground again.

Take out the bullets and load them into the magazine one by one.

These bullets are mirror case Mauser rounds.

After loading it, Zhao Chuanxin held the front and let the walnut butt rest on Benjamin Goldberg's shoulder.

Freddy Pavitt's expression changed: Master, he is still a child, I don't know if this gun is dangerous yet...

I'm the ancestor of fucking guns. Don't I know if it's stable or not?

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him and encouraged Benjamin Goldberg: Apprentice, don't listen to him, just pull the handle of the machine hard, the master will support you.

Benjamin Goldberg used all his strength to pull up the charging handle.

He pulled the trigger hard, and Zhao Chuanxin's big hand firmly held the magazine and the anti-skid pattern on the front to help him resist part of the recoil.

Benjamin Goldberg got a taste of the metal craze of submachine guns today.

He yelled ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh in his mouth, playing very happily.

Halfway through the shooting, my finger could no longer hold the trigger, and the gunfire stopped.

Benjamin Goldberg rubbed his shoulders. Even with Zhao Chuanxin's help, his young shoulders were still sore from the shock: Master, I feel that the recoil is too strong and needs to be improved.

Haha, my disciple is right, let's continue!

The two masters and apprentices began research and development again as if no one else was around.

Benjamin Goldberg suggested that the recoil spring be accommodated in a sleeve in the forward part of the body, with a locking wedge extending into the nose, containing the firing pin and firing pin spring.

This change is relatively large.

He had always failed before, and Zhao Chuanxin's patience was almost exhausted.

But now that he succeeded, all his patience came back.

It's just that the improved submachine gun is more precise and the manufacturing process needs to be more sophisticated, otherwise the reliability will be greatly reduced.

It is quite difficult to find a balance point among them.

In the next two days, the master and the apprentice were in high spirits, forgetting to eat and sleep.

Instead of losing weight, Benjamin Goldberg gained weight.

On the third day, Samuel Goldberg and Rachel Kervis came to Eason Manor to see their son.

When they entered the manor, they saw the table placed on the lawn and it was full of various iron parts. They couldn't help but be confused.

Freddie Pavitt hosted the pair.

When the three of them approached, the master and apprentice did not raise their heads. Immersive gun-making was no joke.

Samuel Goldberg looked at his energetic son with a very different temperament, and asked Freddy Pavitt in surprise: Mr. Pavitt, what are they doing?

Freddie Pavitt didn't tell the truth: They were studying. The old man was teaching Benjamin, um, his hands-on skills. Thomas Edison knew, right? The old man said that Benjamin had the potential to be a greater inventor than Edison.

Unknowingly, Freddie Pavitt also learned the 30% to 50% Zhao Chuanxin's ability to talk nonsense.

Rachel Kervis was very happy. She pushed Samuel Goldberg's arm: Look, Benjamin really seems to be different from before.

Samuel Goldberg hates to admit it, but if he wasn't blind he could tell there was a difference.

Benjamin, he shouted.

Benjamin Goldberg looked up in shock: Father, why are you here?

There was an excited look on his face, and just as he was about to say something, Zhao Chuanxin kicked him under the table.

Benjamin Goldberg suddenly remembered what Zhao Chuanxin said: You are not allowed to tell outsiders about this matter, otherwise you will deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestor.

He swallowed back his achievements abruptly, holding it in until his face turned red.

Samuel Goldberg was confused: What's wrong? Do you want to go to the bathroom?

No! Benjamin Goldberg shook his head: Father, Master has taught me a lot in the past two days.

Zhao Chuanxin could not help but smile with satisfaction when he saw that the evildoer did not reveal the secret after all.

Look, this is the joy of being a master, watching your disciple grow up happily and vigorously.

Oh? What did it teach you?

Ah this... Benjamin Goldberg was dumbfounded, thought for a while and said: Teach me radio gymnastics, songs, and boxing, um... and most importantly, Master taught me the difference between reality and fantasy. .”

The more Samuel Goldberg heard the previous words, the darker his face became.

Broadcast gymnastics, singing, boxing, listen, is this a skill that a gentleman should learn?

Until the last sentence.

Samuel Goldberg and Rachel Kravis were shocked.

Yes, that's what it feels like.

The confusion was no longer visible on the child's face, and the erratic feeling in his eyes was gone.

I am...

Samuel Goldberg and Rachel Kervis are ecstatic.

This is the most fundamental problem.

It seems that whether it is broadcasting gymnastics, singing, or boxing, it must be good for Benjamin Goldberg.

It seems that this Ethan Zhao is not lying, he really understands education!

Thank you. For the sake of his children, Samuel Goldberg even put aside his prejudices.

He quickly stepped forward and held Zhao Chuanxin's hand: Thank you, Mr. Zhao, God bless you. You are a great person and a great educator...

What the hell?

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned for a moment.

How did he become a great educator?

Are you so amazing?

He shook hands with Samuel Goldberg in a daze and said instinctively: It's ridiculous, I still need to work hard.

You Asians are always too modest. Mr. Zhao, to tell you the truth, we took Benjamin to many hospitals and met with psychologists including Stanley Hall and Freud, but they were all helpless. And. You, Mr. Zhao, you cured Benjamin!”

Zhao Chuanxin knew these two people.

The former was one of the pioneers of child psychology. At this time, he was serving as a professor of psychology and education at Hopkins University. He founded the first psychology laboratory. Later generations called him the Father of American Psychology.

The latter, needless to say, is currently working at the Medical Association of Vienna. Zhao Chuanxin had read Freud's book, but it was so confusing that he couldn't understand it. Even many people who study psychology can't understand it because the old guy talks too much.

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: Okay, I'm showing off my cards. I won't pretend anymore. In fact, I am a great educator in the 20th century.

... This time, Samuel Goldberg couldn't do it.

Rachel Kervis said: Mr. Zhao, I invite you to our home for dinner.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and saw his apprentice shaking his head slightly at him.

Benjamin Goldberg has been playing like crazy these past two days and he doesn’t want to go home.

There is a master who understands him, a listener named Marcus, a man who can talk to others, and a submachine gun...

Zhao Chuanxin's face became serious: The noble couple still don't understand that Benjamin is ill and needs to be cured.

This is an important period for Benjamin's condition to stabilize, so he must not give up halfway.

Therefore, I plan to continue my efforts and cure his disease in one fell swoop.

Let’s wait until later for this dinner, there will be a chance.

When the couple heard it, it made sense.

They thanked him profusely, did not dare to disturb him, and left in a hurry.

Benjamin, mom is gone, don't miss me too much.

Benjamin Goldberg waved to her: Goodbye, I won't miss you.

Rachel Kervis: ...

Zhao Chuanxin burst into laughter and whispered to Freddie Pavitt: It's over, they raised this kid in vain.

Freddy Pavitt smiled wryly.

I must admit that the master is really good at dealing with children.

Zhao Chuanxin went back to continue research with Benjamin Goldberg.

After another day of adjustments, the style and structure of the submachine gun were finalized.

Adjustable rotary ring rear sight, cylindrical front sight and drum type rear sight, three-piece bracket for installing flash hider, charging handle on the upper left side of the front, magazine capacity is 30 rounds, 9mm pistol ammunition, the rate of fire selector lever is safety, single shot and fully automatic, the rear grip is a pistol grip, made of wood like the fixed stock.

The whole gun weighs 3 kilograms, the whole gun is 670 mm long, the aiming reference line is 350 mm, and the barrel is 220 mm long.

The effective range, initial velocity of the bullet, and theoretical rate of fire will not be known until testing with 9 mm bullets. The 7.63 caliber bullets in the mirror box are not accurate.

However, Zhao Chuanxin estimates that the fully automatic firing rate will not be lower than 750 rounds/minute.

Zhao Chuanxin named it the God of War M1907 submachine gun.

In addition to standard models, he is also planning to build hundreds of gun types customized for himself.

For example, key parts are made of beryllium copper, and the grip and stock are made of precious mahogany, which is durable and durable.

The excitement of master and apprentice was broken by the arrival of cowboy William Hope.