135: Chapter 135 Girls love Hanfu, boys love armor!

As Xiang Liang, Fan Zeng, Xiang Yu, and the others returned to Xianyang, Zhao Fusu also began inspecting military production.

On the rammed earth mounds of the Epang Palace, numerous workshops for armor production had been erected.

Five hundred thousand people were gathered here, producing Iron Pagoda Armor.

In the span of half a month, after an initial breaking-in period, the workers' speed in producing the Iron Pagoda Armor grew faster and faster.

Wang Li reported to Zhao Fusu: "His Majesty the Head of State, three thousand sets of Iron Pagoda Armor have been completed!"

"Good, good, good!"

Zhao Fusu visited the warehouse with great satisfaction, looking at the sets of silver Iron Pagoda Armor. They were full of metallic texture and looked incredibly sturdy at a glance.

They couldn't stop bullets, but they were more than enough to resist arrows and swords.

Each set of Iron Pagoda Armor was divided into human armor and horse armor.

Zhao Fusu looked at the Iron Pagoda human armor and decided to put it on himself to see what the experience was like.

The weight of the human armor was as high as sixty jin. This wasn't for weaklings; if a scrawny guy tried, he really wouldn't be able to handle it.

Zhao Fusu made sure to eat his fill first, and only after his body was full of energy did he begin to suit up.

The first step was putting on the armguards.

The second step was donning the skirt armor.

The third step was putting on the breastplate.

The fourth step was donning the pauldrons.

The fifth step was putting on the belt.

Just as weightlifters wear belts, this Iron Pagoda human armor also included a belt design to help the wearer exert force.

The sixth step was putting on the helmet with a neck guard.

The seventh step was to take a selfie and post it to his Moments.

Zhao Fusu instinctively reached for his phone.

After his hand met empty air, he remembered he was in ancient times and didn't have a phone to post on his Moments.

Zhao Fusu felt a bit of regret.

He could only have someone bring over a bronze mirror for him.

This bronze mirror was also extremely clear.

Zhao Fusu looked into the bronze mirror at the majestic man armed to the teeth, with only two cold pupils visible.

Just two words...

Badass!

It was no wonder that girls loved wearing Hanfu while boys loved wearing armor.

Zhao Fusu tried taking a few steps.

Walking was fine, but trying to run was quite difficult.

On ordinary days, it was impossible for soldiers to wear such heavy armor; they would only put it on when going to the battlefield or going on a mission.

This wasn't even the complete form of the Iron Pagoda Armor.

Zhao Fusu had a soldier bring a horse over and fitted the eighty-five-jin horse armor onto it.

He flipped himself onto the horse.

This was the complete form of the Iron Pagoda Armor!

"Bring me the striker shotgun."

Like the revolver, this striker shotgun was first handcrafted by him before being handed over to other soldiers to manufacture.

"Understood!"

Deputy General Pang handed an eight-jin striker shotgun to Zhao Fusu.

Upon taking the striker shotgun, Zhao Fusu felt its heavy, solid weight.

The striker shotgun was much heavier than the revolver, and its power was over ten times greater.

Because its power was too great, the striker shotgun was defined as a destructive weapon by the Eagle Sauce.

In terms of design, the striker shotgun could be described as an enlarged version of a revolver.

It used a rotary drum for feeding.

Since the Striker used a traditional pure double-action trigger and a drum that was massive and heavy compared to a handgun, the designer of this shotgun included an automatic rotation device.

It was a mechanical clockwork-type coil spring device pre-wound on the cylinder axis and installed inside the drum.

In front of the drum was a butterfly-shaped winding handle; before shooting, one had to manually turn the handle to rotate the drum and tighten the internal coil spring, similar to winding a watch.

When firing, one only needed to pull the trigger, and the hammer would strike the shell in the chamber aligned with the barrel.

The pawl holding the drum would then retract, allowing the drum to rotate one-twelfth of a turn before being caught by the pawl again, aligning the next chamber with the barrel while the just-fired chamber aligned with the ejection port.

The shooter only needed to pull the trigger continuously to keep firing; it could be called a semi-automatic shotgun driven by an external energy source.

A charging handle was mounted on the right side of the barrel, used to eject shells in case of an ejection failure or when all chambers needed to be cleared.

Zhao Fusu took out the specially made shotgun shells.

Each custom shotgun shell was as thick as three fingers and loaded with twelve steel balls.

When the striker shotgun was fired, these twelve steel balls would spray forward in a fan-shaped pattern.

Therefore, when using the striker shotgun, there was no need to aim; by holding it at the waist and firing forward by feel, one could kill a large swath of enemies.

As Zhao Fusu loaded a shotgun shell, he pressed a mechanism button, and the massive drum automatically rotated to align a chamber with him.

After Zhao Fusu pressed a new shotgun shell into the chamber, he pressed the mechanism button again, and the massive drum rotated once more, revealing a new chamber.

Repeating this, Zhao Fusu eventually pressed twelve shotgun shells into the massive drum.

Zhao Fusu felt the heavy weight in his hands; it exceeded nine jin!

This striker shotgun was equipped with a folding stock.

Once he finished loading the shells, Zhao Fusu pulled down the folding stock and braced it against his shoulder.

The stock's design could effectively offset the striker shotgun's recoil to improve accuracy.

Zhao Fusu had the soldiers set up target boards ahead.

Before firing, he manually turned the handle to rotate the drum and tighten the internal coil spring.

Having completed the preparations for firing, he aimed at the target board and pulled the trigger.

“Bang!”

Zhao Fusu only felt a powerful force coming from the stock, making his shoulder feel as if someone had pushed it hard.

Fortunately, he was mentally prepared and gripped the horse's back tightly with his legs; otherwise, he would have surely fallen off.

Looking back at the wooden target, under the impact of the shotgun shell, twelve holes had been blasted through it.

If this hit a human body, twelve blood holes would not only cause severe internal injuries but also create massive external trauma, leading to unstoppable bleeding.

“Hiss!”

Wang Li sucked in a breath of cold air.

He had originally thought the revolver was terrifying enough, but he hadn't expected the striker shotgun Zhao Fusu created to be so much more frightening.

He imagined the future: when enemies desperately broke through the rain of Great Qin's crossbow bolts and rushed into close quarters, what awaited them would be the ruthless critical strikes of the striker shotgun.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

...

Zhao Fusu kept firing at the target board until it was blown to pieces.

Zhao Fusu nodded with satisfaction.

He then went to inspect the troops.

The hundred thousand troops in Xianyang City had all been re-equipped with steel sabers.

However, the production line for steel sabers had not stopped; Zhao Fusu's next plan was to have the three hundred thousand men of the Great Wall Legion switch to steel sabers as well.

Zhao Fusu headed to the military factory for an inspection.

Under his prioritized production, three thousand striker shotguns had already been manufactured.

Zhao Fusu's excitement grew.

The next step was to select personnel to create the Iron Pagoda heavy cavalry!