Dajin picked up a god of war

Chapter 700 Mr. Huan's Business Experience

"Don't worry, you can practice again."

Wang Mi walked through the loose formation of apprentices, correcting their movements with his hands from time to time.

"Still practicing?"

"The subordinates have long been able to operate freely!"

Raising the longbow, the arrow aimed at a ruined wall. As long as Wang Mi gave an order, Zeng Jing could send the artillery to the other side of the ruined wall!
"I can understand everyone's feelings, but we can't act too hastily now."

"I think everyone has seen the effect of artillery before. It is different from a pistol. Once it explodes, it will have a wide range of effects."

"Although the targets in front of us are all useless waste, we have to be careful."

Someone's mouth was dry, and the apprentices didn't listen to a few words. Zeng Jing retorted: "Wang Shilang came to Jiang's workshop today, isn't it just to test whether the artillery is made well?"

"If you don't shoot, who knows if it's good?"

"Makes sense!"

"Zhiyuan, let's try!" Huan Chong pushed Wang Mi and said with a smile.He also had itchy hands a long time ago, but he couldn't find such a good reason.

Wang Mi sighed, the minority obeyed the majority, he also took a bow and arrow, and tied the cannon.

At such a critical moment, of course he must rush to the forefront.

"Zeng Jing, the two of us come first!"

"Hit the mud wall!"

The arrow clusters of the two turned to the mud wall at the same time. The mud wall was dismantled from an ordinary house, and the thickness was naturally not as thick as the thick and meticulously crafted city wall.

It can only be used to test whether the cannon can be fired. If it can't even penetrate such a thin wall, the so-called cannon can also stop working.

Whoosh whoosh!
Even though there were only two people, three arrows were shot!
Every arrow is pointing at the same target, that mud wall!

"Old General Huan, why are you here?"

Before he remembered the roar of the artillery, Wang Mi saw Huan Chong's figure. This old man is indeed a master of trouble.

Just so he didn't take a look at him, he took a bow and shot an arrow privately, and sent the cannon to the mud wall!

Bang bang bang!
Rumble!
fall down!

Collapsed!

It wasn't just one wall, it was several walls, not just the walls, but also a few big stones placed beside the wall were blown to pieces!

"incredible!"

"Zhiyuan, this old man is really amazing!"

Wang Mi drooped his eyes and refused to comment.

What's so great about your old man?

Obviously I am the best!

When the gunpowder smoke cleared, Wang Mi took a few old friends to check it out. Strictly speaking, the wall they attacked was not just a wall, it was made up of three layers of mud walls.

Pu Chao also took a lot of brains when arranging these obstacles. He didn't need to go to the battlefield to see the battle situation with his own eyes. He could also deduce that just blowing through a wall really couldn't reflect the terrifying power of the artillery.

In order to better test the impact of the artillery, he put all three walls together.

It now appears that this decision is quite correct.

Seeing that the cannon is so easy to use, all the colleagues couldn't help getting together, no matter you or me, high or low, and said all kinds of praises.

Wang Mi remained the same, and let them talk without saying a word. He searched among the ruined walls, and soon found something new.

The power of the artillery was indeed far greater than that of ordinary pistol gunpowder, but the collapse of the mud wall was also in pieces, which was completely different from the form of boulders that were all blown into slag.

In the middle of several piles of soil, Wang Mi found a cannon that hadn't exploded!

"not good!"

"There's another one here!"

"Run!"

Wang Mi roared, grabbed Huan Chong, and ran to a safe place without daring to breathe.Behind him, Zeng Jing lived up to his entrustment and brought Pu Chao back.

That artillery is very dangerous, not an ordinary danger.

When Wang Mi found it, its lead wire was still burning little by little, and what prevented it from functioning was not a problem with the gunpowder, nor a problem with the packaging of the paper shell.

It was entirely because the fire that ignited the fuse was not burning vigorously enough, and the gunpowder hadn't been ignited for a long time.

But this situation must be temporary. Wait until the sparks linger and rise little by little. In the end, the gunpowder will definitely be ignited!

Mr. Huan covered his head and waited for a long time, but he didn't see anything. A look of dissatisfaction suddenly appeared on his face: "Zhiyuan, what's going on?"

"Obviously..."

boom!collapse!
Before Huan Chong finished speaking, he heard a loud noise soaring into the sky, and countless soil debris were flying in all directions, some even rushed towards Huan Chong's face.

Could it be that this is called talking and slapping?

Huan Chong stopped talking, Wang Mi verified the power of the artillery, and nodded in satisfaction.

Pu Chao beside him is also very proud of his choice.

"Wang Shilang is really powerful. With this cannon, it shouldn't be a problem to break through the enemy's walls on the battlefield in the future!"

Wang Mi waved his hand and quickly stopped his unrealistic delusion.

"It's not that easy!"

"Although the mud wall is three layers, it is already very thick, but compared with the formal city wall, its strength is still far behind."

"If you want to break through the enemy's city wall in one fell swoop, you need to increase your firepower."

Since getting financial support, Wang Shilang has let himself go. All kinds of raw materials for making gunpowder, like running water, are continuously sent to the general workshop.

The craftsmen in the workshop worked hard day and night. They made gunpowder, they forged iron, and they packed gunpowder.

Working day and night, it's like an industrial worker on an assembly line.

With the support of the craftsmen, Wang Mi was able to sprinkle gunpowder to his heart's content, increasing the firepower of the Jin army.

Realize the full coverage of the firepower of each army in the territory of Jin Dynasty!
"That's right!"

"Zhiyuan, try this door!"

A huge wooden door is right in front of you. The material of the wood is all painted vermilion. Although the paint is a little peeled off, you can still see the stud-shaped protrusions inlaid on the wooden door.

This turned out to be a real city gate, where did you get it?
Although such a big guy can be obtained, it is very difficult to make it stand on the open ground.

Pu Chao made preparations early in the morning. He connected long ropes to the eaves on both sides of the open space, and pulled the wooden doors from both sides.

Although it was wobbly and still not very secure, this door would be blown up soon anyway, as long as it could be done for a while.

There is no problem with mud walls and stones. In Pu Chao's opinion, a mere wooden door is of course not a problem.

In the thinking of ancient people, rocks are of course much stronger than wood. Stones can be blown into pieces, and wooden doors are of course no problem at all.

However, next to Pu Chao, Wang Mi, the servant of the Huangmen, looked dignified, repeatedly looking at the heavy wooden door.

This door is a great find!
From the thickness to the height, it is almost the same as the real city gate, which can be used as a prop for siege drills.

However, in front of such a heavy wooden door, a trace of doubt arose in Wang Mi's heart.

A mere cannon seems to be unable to penetrate it.

No matter what he thinks in his heart, the artillery experiment cannot stop there.

Rumble boom!

This time, Wang Mi did not stop Huan Chong, and the three cannons fired at the city gate at the same time.

After the huge roar, the smoke cleared. Sure enough, the city gate was not completely blown through, and the impact of the gunpowder did cause great damage to the wooden city gate.

A big hole was drilled in the vermilion city gate, but that was not enough, because the artillery only destroyed the surface of the city gate.

Its inside has not been completely destroyed.

"Again!"

The apprentices immediately set up their bows and arrows, and they hit wherever Wang Mi pointed without any doubt.

Wang Shilang is really a hero in the world!

The apprentices sighed like this one after another. With just a few cannonballs, the city gate, which was as solid as Mount Tai, was opened with a huge hole.

Doesn't this also explain the power of artillery?

After another series of artillery attacks, the wooden city gate finally fell down, and even the hemp rope that was trying to maintain its balance broke from it and was thrown aside.

"It seems that at least ten cannons are needed to completely blow up a city gate." Wang Mi murmured.

This artillery is not that artillery, let alone an Italian artillery. If there is such a hard product, how can he waste it like this.

"Good things, all good things!"

Wang Mi laughed out loud, while Huan Chong held two cannons in his hand, beaming with delight, as if he had used Stanley's harvest farmer.

"Zhiyuan, these are good things!"

"You are really capable!"

The old general is too excited, which always makes people feel bad.

"The general's praise is nothing but a trivial skill."

"General, here we come!"

Several people stood on the pasture, delighted by the magical power of the cannon, when suddenly a group of boys in coarse cloth bunts broke into the general's workshop.

Everyone was holding something in his hand, and rushed into the workshop with great momentum, without encountering many obstacles along the way.

Shouting the general in his mouth, it makes people feel that this place is not a workshop, but a barracks.

"Old General Huan, these are your people!"

Wang Mi was very nervous at first, thinking that it was Qin Jun who was calling, but when he took a closer look, he found that several of these powerful young people were familiar to him.

Aren't these all sending money to his family?

Huan Chong's waist was thrust up, his beard was raised, and he was very proud.

"That's right, it's the old man's person."

"Zhiyuan, pat your conscience and think about it, how does this old man treat you?"

Wang Mi's eyes flickered slightly, and he probably guessed what Lao Huan wanted to do.

"Okay, the old general is really kind to the junior!"

"The kindness is as heavy as a mountain, just like reborn parents!"

This is a bit too heavy a word, even a thick-skinned Lao Huan feels a little bit overwhelmed.

"Don't be so polite, we are all brothers!"

He was originally a junior, but for some reason, Huan Chong actually lowered himself to the next generation.

"Come up a few of you and take away these cannons. These weapons will belong to our Jingzhou soldiers in the future!"

What?
Is this all yours?

It is said that the meeting is divided into half, and Mr. Huan is indeed rich and powerful, and he unexpectedly swept all of them onto his own territory as soon as he made a move!

The people under Old General Huan have always followed him. They are quite good at robbing houses, giving generously, and many other things. They rushed forward without waiting for Huan Chong to assign the next task or give others time to react. , Moved all the artillery away!
General Secretary Pu Chao broke out in a cold sweat, stepped forward and said, "Old General Huan, it's not appropriate to do this."

"The whereabouts of these artillery pieces have been decided long ago. They belong to Beifu soldiers. Old General Huan can't just take them away just because you are here!"

grab?
How dare he say the word rush!
Huan Chong's thick eyebrows immediately stood up.

Angrily said: "What Beifu soldiers!"

"Obviously it belongs to me!"

"Zhiyuan, do you think so?"

Seeing that the flames of war were about to reach Xiao Wang's head, even if this kind of thing was thrown at him, he would be powerless.

How could he not remember where he had arranged for these artillery pieces?

"This……"

Seeing that Wang Mi was unhappy in agreeing, Huan Chong immediately put pressure on him, with a big hand on his shoulder, as if he was carrying a hundred catties of rice.

"The money for making these cannons is paid by the old man, why can't the old man get it?"

O rich man!

The Huan family of Qiaojun is indeed rich and incomparable!
No, compared to the Jin Dynasty, where everyone wanted to cheat their money and could hear echoes when their pockets were empty, the assets of the Huan family in Qiaojun should far exceed him.

In an instant, the voice of opposition disappeared, and just as they rolled up their sleeves and were about to fight to the death with the Huan family's private soldiers, those who defended the artillery also retreated one after another.

Instead, there is an expression of infinite worship and admiration.

Such a rich and wealthy man cannot afford to offend.

"Pu Chao, we can't cut off our money, we need to build a good relationship with General Huan." Master Wei slowly came to Pu Chao's side, pleading for Huan Chong.

They are all money-seeking goods!

"Zhiyuan, what do you think?" Pu Chao looked at Wang Mi with pleading eyes, Wang Mi was even more difficult, why did they all kick the ball to him!

See how bullying he is!

"The juniors all understand the old general's mood, and the masters have also heard it. The old general is right. Not only cannons, but even the money for our guns is all paid by General Huan!"

"The money for making the pistol was actually paid by General Huan!"

"General Huan is indeed the richest man in the world!"

"Could it be that General Huan will be the richest man of our general workshop in the future?"

The craftsmen gathered in a circle, and various discussions emerged from the crowd, one after another, and Huan Chong was simply praised as the savior of the general workshop.

Mr. Huan was very satisfied, nodded and smiled and said, "As long as you work hard, money matters are easy to talk about, and everything is easy to talk about."

During the chat, Huan Chong's boys never stopped carrying the artillery. After a while, all the inventory in the workshop was moved to Mr. Huan's ox cart.

These Qingniu carts also appeared in front of Langya Prince's Mansion. Ten carts of money were exchanged for ten carts of cannons. It seemed that Mr. Huan had lost money, but in fact, Mr. Huan would never trade at a loss.

People make a lot of money.

Although the raw materials for making gunpowder were bought with Huan Chong's money, the court provided all the board and lodging for the craftsmen who made the artillery.

If these hundreds of craftsmen are invited to Jingzhou to be responsible for making various weapons and supporting them, it will also cost a lot of money.

Now all that money is saved!
Mr. Huan's business experience is slipping away!
(End of this chapter)