I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 360 - 348 Gatling was once a doctor who saved lives and helped the injured, until he invented the machine gun…

Chapter 360: Chapter 348: Gatling was once a doctor who saved lives and helped the injured, until he invented the machine gun! Chapter 360 -348: Gatling was once a doctor who saved lives and helped the injured, until he invented the machine gun! Lynn took the long-barreled musket and after inspecting and verifying it, he spoke with delight.

“Very good, very nice, your progress is faster than we anticipated.”

In the initial battle with the Church, Lynn realized the ineffectiveness of the flintlock musket when facing extraordinary troops; just one large-scale Divine Arts spell could significantly reduce the musket’s power.

If it was not possible to rely on armor penetration to instantly kill approaching enemies, the flintlock musket’s pitiful rate of fire became a major problem.

After all, they couldn’t expect to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Church’s beast-like Divine Punishment Army using bayonets, could they?

Compared to the flintlock musket, the percussion rifle was a great improvement; unlike the former, which used flint to ignite the gunpowder, the structure of the percussion rifle was already very close to that of modern firearms.

Both used a hammer to strike a firing pin, which detonated the primer, and in turn ignited the propellant to fire the bullet.

Most importantly, this weapon was a breechloader, which meant the bullet was loaded from the back end of the barrel, eliminating the frequent need to clear the rifling and taking a minute to stuff a lead bullet into the barrel, significantly improving fire rate and accuracy.

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If a flintlock musket (muzzleloader) had a rate of fire of one shot per minute, even the first-generation percussion rifle (breechloader) could fire more than ten rounds per minute, and it was less likely to misfire or be affected by dampness.

The advent of the cartridge also meant that the development of another major weapon could be put on the agenda—the machine gun!

This was the real dominator of the battlefield!

In the nineteenth century, the machine gun demonstrated astonishing power as soon as it was introduced to the battlefield.

For example, in a war at the end of the nineteenth century, fifty British troops with only 5 Maxim guns repelled dozens of charges by 5,000 Matebele, killing over 3,000 on the spot.

One could say this completely changed the nature of warfare thereafter, ending the history of dominating the battlefield with wave tactics and cavalry, pushing war into an even more brutal abyss.

Previously, Lynn had not wanted to bring out this ultimate weapon so soon, but given the current situation, relying solely on flintlock and percussion muskets was not enough to gain sufficient advantage on a battlefield filled with Divine Arts and Magic.

“I need some paper and a pen!” Lynn suddenly exclaimed.

The alchemists present were immediately on edge, and without the slightest delay, they quickly found paper and a pen.

It was because a few days ago, this star of Magic had casually drawn the diagrams for the percussion rifle and the cartridge right here.

Lynn pondered for a moment, took up the quill, and referring to the data in his smart brain, began to draw on the paper.

Lydia and others watched intently, afraid of missing any detail.

They quickly realized that this time the musket Lynn was drawing looked a bit odd; it had a thick, round barrel with something long and chain-like in the middle, a tripod instead of a stock below, and it resembled a cannon more than a musket.

“Dean Lynn, what is this?

Another type of new musket?

Or an improved cannon?” Lydia asked curiously.

“I call it the machine gun, a somewhat special type of automatic musket, characterized by its ability to shoot continuously and rapidly,” Lynn explained.

Automatic musket?

Wilson and the others looked at the blueprints in front of them, pondering the function of each part, the meaning of automation.

Lynn did not intend to keep them in suspense and started explaining the working principle of the machine gun right away.

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In essence, it was a gas-operated automatic device.

The barrel within the machine gun was floating.

When a bullet was fired, the machine gun and the barrel locked together.

Using the energy of the gunpowder gas as a driving force, through specific parts, it opened the breach.

The action then recoiled, ejecting the spent cartridge and throwing it out of the gun before loading the next round by compressing a return spring.

Under the force of the spring, the action pushed the next round into place and fired again.

This eliminated the need to manually load ammunition, allowing bullets to be automatically fired.

Alchemists like Lydia and Wilson, who had been involved in the research and manufacturing of firing guns, quickly grasped the entire operation process and couldn’t help but marvel at the sophistication of this new gun design.

They had also discussed how to further increase the fire rate of the firing guns, although they mainly focused on simplifying the loading and firing process.

Lynn’s approach enabled the energy of one shot to drive the next shot, thus creating a cycle, completely eliminating the need for manual control…

“How fast can it shoot?” Wilson asked eagerly.

“Roughly around a thousand rounds per minute,” Lynn thought for a moment before answering.

What he brought out was an improved version of the renowned Gatling rapid-fire machine gun, combining the automation concepts of the later Maxim gun.

However, considering the weak industrial foundation of the Alchemy Research Institute, the rate of fire wasn’t very fast, only about a thousand rounds per minute.

Actually, whether it was faster or slower did not make much of a difference, because compared to bullets made of lead, the fixed ammunition required manual production and the process was more complex.

It was almost certain that their ammunition supply would be insufficient, and they would likely fire all the bullets within seconds or at most tens of seconds.

“A thousand rounds per minute?!” Wilson almost thought he had misheard.

Could it be a thousand rounds per hour?

The firing rate of the firing guns was already considered fast in their eyes – a skilled marksman could load and shoot once every five to six seconds, a tenfold increase compared to the firing speed of flintlock guns!

But this machine gun could only be described as outrageous, a thousand rounds per minute meant fifteen rounds a second, which was one hundred and fifty times the speed of flintlock guns!

What in the world was this monster?

Wilson imagined fifty machine guns appearing on the battlefield, a sweep of continuous firing and in just a few seconds, thousands of enemies falling in rows…

He couldn’t help but shiver all over.

“Director, who is the mastermind behind this weapon called a ‘machine gun’?” a male witch couldn’t help asking.

They were eager to know who had come up with such a ruthless battlefield weapon.

“The inventor of this thing is called Gatlin,” Lynn stated.

“Before joining the Secret Magic Society, he was a doctor helping the wounded on battlefields, witnessing the brutality of the war, and the endless grief and death afterward.

His initial purpose in inventing this was to reduce casualties, swiftly end a war, and achieve true peace!”

Upon hearing this, the alchemists’ expressions became extremely peculiar, as if they wanted to say something but eventually held back.

Well…

that seemed logical.

If all the enemies were dead, then of course there would be peace!

It directly addressed the problem of war at its root!