Chapter 1792

As soon as they were excited, they looked at Zhang Feng with respect and envy.

Zhang Feng smiled faintly: "come on, I'm telling you one."

With that, he took out a new piece of paper, glanced at the crowd, lay down on the stone and drew: "What I'm going to tell you is called a rifle. You can understand it as an upgraded version of the long barrel fire gun. It is composed of barrel, gearbox, gun, ammunition feeder, firing mechanism, launching mechanism, aiming device and butt. Compared with the long barrel fire gun, there are only gearbox, ammunition feeder and aiming mechanism. You can understand that the container for loading bullets is a little different from the ammunition feeder, It is installed between the butt and barrel of the gun, and the ammunition supply is a separate individual. It can be taken down from the gun body. Each time it is taken down, bullets are installed, and the aiming mechanism is the collimation. Although there is also a fire gun, it is not fine enough. The gun on the rifle is more fine than the fire gun, and there is no difference between others. "

The voice fell, and an overview drawing of the rifle had been drawn. Zhang Feng handed the drawing to alchinnon.

Alchinnon took the drawing and looked at it. He was more excited than before. He stared wide and couldn't believe it, because he knew that the rifle was not much more powerful than the long barrel fire gun, not only its power, but also others. Most importantly, with this ammunition supply, the rifle can fire repeatedly without firing a gun and loading a bullet. This alone would explode the fire gun.

"Alcinnon, I'll give you the drawings of pistols and rifles. I'll tell you the truth. Come to me if you have any questions. Be sure to make these two things."

Upon hearing this, alchinnon shivered. This thing is exactly what he dreamed of. Now the Dean wants to give it to himself. How can he be unhappy?

However, on second thought, the Dean has been so kind to himself, how can he still accept the gift of the dean?

"Dean, you have been kind to us. We can't accept your gift. Please take it back."

With a respectful look on his face, alchinnon put the drawing in his hand and was ready to hand it back to Zhang Feng.

Others are somewhat unwilling to look at the drawings, because they have the same desire for technology as alchinnon. Hope, however, they can also understand what alchinnon said. Yes, the Dean takes in himself regardless of past grievances and teaches technology. Now if they just take in, wouldn't they have a little gratitude.

Zhang Feng looked at the people and a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. He thought they would be very happy to accept the drawings. He didn't expect them to say such words. It was really beyond his expectation, but it was enough to see the loyalty of the people.

"It's not necessary. Since I give it to you, you can take it. I still need these firearms."

"This..."

Alchinnon looked at the drawing in his hand and looked back at the crowd.

Seeing this, Zhang Feng smiled faintly and glanced at the crowd: "take it. I'll be very happy if you make the firearm as soon as possible."

"All right."

Alchinnon nodded and quickly expressed his loyalty: "don't worry, Dean, we will not live up to your expectations. Even if we don't eat or drink, we will make things and hand them to you."

As soon as the voice fell, the people behind quickly echoed.

"Yes, please rest assured that we will live up to your expectations."

"We will make it."

"Dean, please rest assured that we will do it."

They clenched their right fist and spoke with certainty.

"Of course I trust you."

Zhang Feng nodded with satisfaction and waved to the people: "go back and study. I have something to go back to the Academy."

With that, he turned and walked to the Academy, and everyone said goodbye.

He took out a cigarette from his waist, took out a torch to light it, slowly smoked it, said nothing all the way, and soon arrived at the Academy.

At this time, the academy is just after class. Students are playing in the Academy. Someone is playing basketball on the playground. Many leisure students are taking a walk.

"Hello, Dean."

When the students saw Zhang Feng coming, they stopped and took the initiative to say hello.

Zhang Feng waved to the crowd and went directly to his residence.

At this time, the two backs in front attracted his eyes. When he looked at them, it was not Yiming and Yunping he had just caught in the morning. He stepped forward quickly and patted them on the shoulder.

"Yiming, Yunping, what are you two doing?"

When they saw Zhang Feng's face, their face changed and they hesitated: "hospital, president."

"What are you two doing here? Have you done the punishment this morning?"

Zhang Feng looked at them and asked.

"Do, do."

Yi Ming lowered his head and replied with a trembling voice.

"OK, I'll take time to check. If I don't do it, the punishment will be doubled."

Zhang Feng nodded, then turned and walked to his residence. He had been explaining the concept of pistol and rifle just now. He was a little tired and was ready to go back and have a rest.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his front feet left, Yiming and Yunping ran away. It seemed that there was something important. Zhang Feng felt something wrong behind him and glanced at them at random. He only saw their backs. A complicated smile flashed across the corners of his mouth.