Everyone quivered and looked at Zhang Feng with eyes full of respect and envy.
Zhang Feng smiled faintly. "Come, I'll tell you one more."
Then, he took out a new piece of paper, glanced at everyone, and started to draw on the rock. "Next, I'll tell you about a rifle. You can think of it as an upgraded version of a long-barreled musket. It consists of a barrel, a case, a trigger, a magazine, a firing mechanism, a aiming device, and a stock. It only has a case, a magazine, and a aiming device. You can think of the case as a cartridge container and a magazine. It's a little different from a long-barreled musket. The magazine is installed between the stock and the barrel, while the magazine is a separate entity. It can be removed from the body of the gun, and every time it's removed, it needs to be loaded with bullets. The aiming device is the crosshair. Although it's on a musket too, it's not as detailed. The rifle needs to be more detailed than the musket, but there's no other difference."
As soon as he finished speaking, an overview of the rifle was completed. Zhang Feng handed the blueprint to Arkinnon.
Arkinnon took the blueprint and looked at it. He was even more excited than before. His eyes widened in disbelief because he knew that this rifle was much more powerful than the long-barreled musket. Not only was it powerful, but most importantly, with this ammunition supply, the rifle could fire continuously. There was no need to reload a bullet for every shot. Just this point alone was enough to beat the long-barreled musket.
"Arkinnon, I'll give you the blueprint for the pistol and rifle. I've explained the theory to you. If you have any questions, you can come to me. I'll make these two things."
Hearing this, Arkinnon shuddered. This was exactly what he had been dreaming of. Now that the dean was giving it to him, how could he not be happy?
However, after thinking about it, the dean had been so nice to him. How could he accept the dean's gift?
"Dean, you've been so nice to us. We can't accept your gift. Please take it back."
Arkinnon respectfully put the blueprint in his hand and was about to return it to Zhang Feng.
The others looked at the blueprints unwillingly because they had the same desire for the technology as Arjinnon. However, they could understand what Arjinnon was saying. Indeed, the dean had taken them in and even taught them the technology. If they were to blindly accept them now, wouldn't that mean that they weren't grateful at all?
Zhang Feng looked at the crowd, and his eyes flashed with a touch of gratification. He had thought that everyone would be very happy to accept the blueprint, but he didn't expect them to say such words. This was indeed beyond his expectations, but it was enough to see their loyalty.
"There's no need for that. Since I'm giving them to you, just accept them. I still need these firearms."
"This …"
Arkinnon looked at the blueprint in his hand, feeling a little troubled. He then turned around to look at the others.
Seeing this, Zhang Feng smiled faintly and glanced at everyone. "Take it. I'll be happy if you can make the firearms as soon as possible."
"Alright then."
Algernon nodded and expressed his loyalty. "Don't worry, Mr. President. We won't let you down. Even if we don't eat or drink, we'll make it and give it to you personally."
As soon as he finished speaking, the others behind him quickly agreed.
"That's right. Don't worry, Mr. President. We won't let you down."
"We'll definitely make it."
"Don't worry, Mr. President. We'll make it."
They clenched their right fists and spoke with confidence.
"Of course I'm not worried about you."
Zhang Feng nodded with satisfaction and waved at everyone. "You can go back and do your research. I still have things to do at the College."
After speaking, he turned and walked towards the College. Everyone said their goodbyes.
He took out a cigarette from his waist, lit it, and slowly smoked. He didn't say anything along the way, and soon, he arrived at the College.
At this time, classes had just ended, and the students were playing in the College. Some people were playing basketball on the field, and many students were taking a walk.
"Hello, Mr. President."
When the students saw Zhang Feng walk over, they stopped and greeted him.
Zhang Feng waved his hand at the crowd and walked straight to his residence.
At this time, two figures in front of him attracted his attention. He took a closer look and saw that they weren't Yiming and Yun Ping, who he had just caught in the morning. He quickly walked up and patted them on the shoulder.
"Yiming, Yun Ping, what are you two doing?"
The two of them were shocked and turned around. When they saw Zhang Feng's face, their expressions changed and they stammered, "Pre- President."
"What are you two doing here? Have you done your punishment this morning? "
Zhang Feng looked at them and asked.
"Yes, we did."
Yiming lowered his head and replied with a trembling voice.
"Okay, I'll find time to check. If you didn't do it, your punishment will be doubled."
Zhang Feng nodded and turned to walk back to his residence. He had been explaining the concept of pistols and rifles, and he was a little tired. He was going to go back and rest.
He didn't expect Yiming and Yun Ping to run away as soon as he left, as if they had something important to do. Zhang Feng felt that something was wrong behind him. He glanced at them casually and saw their backs. A complicated smile flashed across his lips.
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