Me, traitor!Convincing people with virtue stunned the empress

After half an hour.

range.

Yang Yi blew on the muzzle of the gun.

He just tried several more shots one after another, and there was no problem at all.

他手中的这支燧发枪口径在16-22毫米之间，重4-6公斤，枪长1200-1600毫米左右，射程的大概范围在150到200米之间。

Yang Yi knew very well that the range of the most primitive flintlock gun should not reach this distance.

The flintlock manufacturing process given by the system may be an updated flintlock.

But this is a good thing for him.

After all, if the range and accuracy of the flintlock guns are not large enough, then their advantage over other countries will not be obvious.

Da da da.

There was a sound of light footsteps.

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows and looked towards the door.

Two slim figures soon appeared within his field of vision.

Wu Zhao wore a dragon robe, exuding awe-inspiring majesty from head to toe.

Shangguan Wan'er followed closely behind.

Her Majesty the Empress walked towards Yang Yi, and she just nodded slightly when the people around her saluted.

She stopped in front of Yang Yi, took a fixed look at Yang Yi, and opened her red lips lightly.

"You're fast enough!"

Yang Yi: "......"

He said to Wu Zhao earnestly and solemnly: "Your Majesty, I am not fast at all, I am very slow!"

Wu Zhao: "???"

She didn't understand what Yang Yi meant, and thought Yang Yi was being modest.

She said in a deep voice, "Yang Qing, don't be modest!"

"It's only so little time, you are not slow at all, you are very fast!"

Yang Yi: "......"

He's a little numb.

Gan!

What Her Majesty said made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He took a deep breath, with a sincere look on his handsome face.

"Your Majesty, you can't tell a handsome, young and promising man that he is fast, do you understand?"

"This is a matter of a man's dignity!"

【Ding!Mood value +200]

Wu Zhao: "..."

She couldn't help rolling her eyes.

She really didn't react just now, but now that Yang Yi reminded her, she immediately came to her senses.

This bastard, always tells her some unscrupulous things!

She pouted.

"Didn't you say the musket was ready?"? "

"Is this the one in your hand?"

"Give me your gun for fun!"

Yang Yi rubbed his chin, play for you?

I have two guns, one called...

He suppressed the irrelevant thoughts in his mind, and immediately said: "Okay, but you have to be careful!"

He handed over the flintlock gun in his hand to Wu Zhao.

Wu Zhao was very curious about the new gadget, and began to play with it carefully.

She muttered: "This is quite heavy..."

Wu Zhao stood up the gun and looked in along the muzzle.

Yang Yi couldn't help reminding:

"Your Majesty, don't point the gun at yourself!"

"It's dangerous!"

Wu Zhao was taken aback, and she nodded.

"it is good!"

She immediately turned the muzzle of the gun to another position.

Yang Yi looked at the black muzzle of the gun pointing at him, and fell into deep thought.

"Your Majesty, facing me is also very dangerous!"

"Uh..." Wu Zhao reacted, a rare embarrassment appeared on his cold and pretty face.

All her attention was on the flintlock just now, and she didn't notice that her gun was pointed at Yang Yi at all.

She changed the position of the muzzle of the gun again, pointed it to the side, and then said, "How do you use this flintlock gun?"

Yang Yi coughed lightly.

"There's a lock on it, pull it off, then open the lid, and..."

While talking, he filled Wu Zhao with a round of ammunition.

Wu Zhao frowned.

"It's so troublesome to load a bullet once?"

Yang Yi shook his head helplessly.

"Your Majesty, this is pretty fast. As long as you get used to it, you can complete a shot in about 20 seconds..."

A look of hesitation appeared on Wu Zhao's face.

"Even if I don't understand war, I know that 20 seconds is too long on the battlefield!"

"Bows and arrows should be better than it!"

Yang Yi smiled.

"Your Majesty, do you know how much energy it takes to train an archer?"

Wu Zhao was dumbfounded.

She really didn't think about it.

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows and continued: "It takes three years to train a qualified archer who can go to the battlefield, and these have to be talented people selected from ordinary soldiers!"

"If it's a person who is extremely talented in archery, maybe a year will be enough!"

"The battlefield is not the training ground!"

"There are too many factors that determine a good archer."

"But it takes two to three months to train a soldier who can skillfully use a flintlock."

"The money spent on ten thousand musketeers can't even produce a thousand qualified archers!"

"Whether in terms of money or people, muskets are more dominant!"

"Your Majesty, do you understand?!"

Wu Zhao was silent.

When it comes to politics, Yang Yi may not be as good as her, but she knows nothing about military affairs.

Now after listening to Yang Yi's explanation, she suddenly understood.

"It's because I'm overthinking it!"

Yang Yi was taken aback for a moment, and he muttered in his heart.

Our Majesty the Empress has always been an unyielding character, what happened today?

How dare you admit that you didn't think well? !

He coughed lightly.

"Your Majesty, apart from these aspects, the power of muskets is also unmatched by bows and arrows. Just try it and you will know..."

After speaking, he stepped aside and pointed at the target not far away.

"Your Majesty, you hit this target..."

Wu Zhao nodded slightly, and then aimed the flintlock with an extremely stiff posture.

She had never touched a gun and had no idea how to pose.

Yang Yi's eyelids twitched, he almost forgot to teach this girl.

He quickly walked behind Wu Zhao, stretched his hands from both sides of the queen, held Wu Zhao's hand, and helped her adjust her posture.

Wu Zhao was taken aback, she felt the temperature of Yang Yi's palm, and her greasy face suddenly became hot like a fire.

She gritted her teeth, suppressed the ups and downs of emotions, and silently comforted herself.

Wu Zhao, this minister is just helping you adjust the correct posture of holding the gun.

Not taking advantage of you!

Shangguan Wan'er next to her was stunned.

From her point of view, Yang Yi hugged Wu Zhao from behind, his chin almost touched the back of the Empress' head, and the two of them were so close that they looked like they were rubbing each other's ears.

For a while.

Yang Yi said with satisfaction: "~Your Majesty, this is the correct posture..."

"If you hold the gun in the wrong posture, you can easily hurt yourself."

While he was speaking, the hot air he exhaled hit Wu Zhao's delicate and white earlobe, making her delicate body tremble.

Yang Yi let go of his hand and took a step to the side.

"Your Majesty, you can shoot!"

Wu Zhao took a deep breath to calm himself down and stop thinking about what happened just now.

She held the gun steadily, aimed at the distant target, and quickly pulled the trigger.

boom!

A shot went off.

A scorched black hole appeared at the edge of the target.

Yang Yi smiled at Wu Zhao.

"Your Majesty, how do you feel?"

Wu Zhao's phoenix eyes were full of surprise.

She pondered for a moment.

"It is indeed easier to use than bows and arrows, and it is also more powerful!"

Yang Yi smiled with a confident look on his face.

"Although this flintlock gun has a long reload interval.* well)..."

"But the battlefield is not about fighting alone, but cooperation!"