Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

Chapter 1513 Fat Tiger Tryes to Shoot a Pistol

A warm feeling flashed through Chu Chen's heart after hearing this.

I thought to myself that I have plenty of other businesses that make money, and even if you can't resist and ask for the recipe, I won't blame you.

But since you've already done this, what else can't I trust about you?

Even if you betray me, it just means I'm ending my cycle of reincarnation early.

"Fat Tiger, do you want to be able to kill enemies with a wave of your hand like Brother Chen?"

Fat Tiger was visibly startled after hearing this: "Brother Chen, you mean you're going to teach me your peerless martial art that kills anyone you point at?"

"Um... whatever you say, it's the thing that made the loud noise in the cell that day."

"This thing isn't some kind of martial art; it's called a gun, a pistol."

"pistol?"

Fat Tiger was filled with questions; despite his large head, he still couldn't figure it out.

Seeing Fatty Tiger's puzzled expression, Chu Chen pointed directly to the pistol on the table: "It's this thing."

After hearing this, Fat Tiger immediately picked up the pistol and examined it closely.

"Brother Chen, is this tiny thing able to kill anyone it points at, and also make such a loud noise to scare people?"

Chu Chen was so frightened when he saw Fatty Tiger pick up the pistol backwards and stare wide-eyed into the muzzle that he snatched it away.

Although I took precautions based on my memory and set up insurance, who can guarantee that this thing won't malfunction?

What if Gian kills himself? That would be terrible.

"Fat Tiger, you must remember this place is called the muzzle of a gun, and you must never point a gun at your own people."

Fat Tiger nodded, and seeing Chu Chen's nervous expression, he was also startled.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Chen began to introduce firearms knowledge to Pang Hu.

Half an hour later, Fat Tiger pointed at the pistol and said, "You mean to say that it is actually a hidden weapon, not some magical martial art?"

"Yes."

"This gunpowder, is it the one you made in the room that day?"

"Yes."

"Hahaha, Brother Chen, does that mean that Fatty Tiger can now point fingers and kill anyone?"

"Um...theoretically, that's correct, but first of all, you have to be able to shoot accurately."

"Brother Chen, don't worry about that, I'm very accurate every time."

Chu Chen shook his head helplessly, thinking that instead of explaining the theoretical knowledge to him, it would be better to take him to fire a few shots in real combat.

So he took the pistol and taught him how to load the bullets, how to release the safety, and how to chamber a round.

With a click, a bullet was pushed into the barrel by Chu Chen.

Then, he raised his gun and aimed it at a water vat below the courtyard wall, just as he had demonstrated to Lord Lan in Qingyun City.

With a snap, the water tank shattered into pieces.

Fat Tiger's heart pounded as he looked at the scene before him. He was simple-minded, not stupid; he understood all too well what what Chu Chen's possession meant.

With this item in hand, even the most skilled martial arts master would be no match for it.

After Chu Chen finished shooting, he handed the pistol directly to Fatty Tiger: "Come on, now try firing a few shots using the method I taught you before."

"it is good."

At this moment, Fat Tiger also became serious. He understood what Chu Chen had given him, and he also understood how much Chu Chen trusted him to entrust him with such a powerful weapon.

He then imitated Chu Chen, raising his hand and firing a shot at another water vat.

However, the next moment, the water tank was still there, perfectly still.

"Brother Chen, I can't do it!"

"Hehe, this requires a lot of practice, no rush."

Fat Tiger was somewhat dejected. The water vat, which was larger than a person, was completely intact, only a few meters away. It seemed that he was not cut out for this.

"Brother Chen, this thing must be very expensive, I'm afraid I'll waste it."

Chu Chen chuckled after hearing this, then took out a handful of bullets from his pocket and placed them on the stone table.

"Don't worry, I have plenty of these. Just shoot as much as you want. The more you shoot, the more skilled you'll become."

After saying that, Chu Chen went straight back to his room.

Outside, a series of crackling sounds could be heard.

Fat Tiger completely forgot about the time: "Brother Chen said, three points in a line, crosshair, notch, aim at the target."

On this day, when Fat Tiger got tired, he would eat steamed buns, and after eating, he would practice aiming.

Three full days later, he was finally able to hit the giant pumpkin twenty meters away with perfect accuracy.

Ten days later, it was able to accurately hit an orange from thirty meters away.

His consumption was also extremely astonishing. At this moment, apart from the twenty or so magazines that Chu Chen had not used, all the bullets in his hand had been squandered by Fatty Tiger.

Helpless, Chu Chen could only lead him into the various latrines in Seoul.

The warhead is easy to make; you can just cast the Tito directly. But the gunpowder is difficult to make.

To date, Chu Chen has not found any saltpeter in Seoul. So, while he arranged for Fatty Tiger to go out and look for saltpeter, he also sent him to various latrines in Seoul.

However, Fat Tiger was thoroughly enjoying himself. He was extremely excited just thinking about the powerful pistol. After all, what man wouldn't want to own a pistol that could be fired at any time?

Under Chu Chen's arrangement, Fat Tiger began to produce the first batch of gunpowder.

After that, Chu Chen planned to hand this thing over to him.

He went directly to a small courtyard in the suburbs and met Tito, who was working hard to forge steel.

Upon seeing Chu Chen arrive, Tito excitedly pulled him aside to introduce his recent achievements.

Looking at the piles of iron blocks, Chu Chen was also very happy.

He immediately tossed out several blueprints and handed them over, saying, "Uncle Iron, you're truly born to smelt iron. Thank you for your hard work."

"However, next, please take some time to make the things on this drawing for me. It still needs to be made to the same precise specifications as before, without any deviation. By the way, I need ten sets."

Tito took the blueprints and immediately nodded in assurance: "Don't worry, young master, you can trust me to do things."

After seeing Chu Chen off, Tito picked up a file and a piece of iron and started working.

This time, it was similar to the last one, except that the hollow iron pipe had increased in size considerably.

Furthermore, the parts are more complex.

However, this didn't stump Tito, since he had experience.

Moreover, Chu Chen also requested that he need 10,000 of the shell casings and bullets from the last shipment, so he directly had his two sons join in as well.

Chu Chen ignored them and went back to the courtyard to check on Pang Hu's gunpowder production progress.

By the way, teach him how to make homemade bombs that explode when lit.

Fat Tiger was so engrossed in the weapon's power that he forgot all about home, which reassured Chu Chen.

He thought to himself that after this batch of weapons was completed, he would probably have to go to the south.

Let Dong Shilan and Tang Yun investigate the matter in the capital for a while.

Moreover, once the ammunition is made, Gian's side will be guaranteed.

What he was waiting for was what Tito was making now: submachine guns.