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Chapter 448 0444 [New Firearms]

From the town to the gunpowder workshop halfway up the mountain, you need to pass through three gates.

Every door is guarded by personal guards.

On the cement walls and bunkers, siege guns, field guns, and heavy fire oil tanks were set up.

Although there are only a hundred or so defenders at each wall, if you want to break through forcefully, you will need at least 5,000 people, and the key point may not be possible.

"I have met His Majesty!"

On the wall of the village, all the guards shouted in unison.

"Thank you for your hard work, soldiers."

Han Zhen got off his horse, climbed up the wall, and expressed condolences to the soldiers.

This made all the guards look moved.

But an ideal is an ideal after all.

The Xixia people were brave, but they were still beaten down by Yang Weizhong's fortress tactics.

"Oh?"

It would be very expensive to transport it to the Central Plains.

Placing them in the gunpowder workshop is the best option Han Zhen can think of at the moment.

Han Zhen looked surprised and said with a smile, "I'll wait and see."

Han Zhen nodded and began to think about combining the fierce fire oil tank with the stronghold.

Craftsman Yuan replied: "Reporting to your majesty, petroleum is extremely difficult to ignite. What is stored in the tank is violent fire oil that has been simply refined from petroleum. However, even so, the effect is not very good. When the process of refining gasoline matures, the fuel of the fierce fire oil tank Gasoline can be used instead."

They were used to this scene, so they stood quietly and waited.

With cement, one can easily build forts one after another, turning the grasslands into pastures under their control.

"Ah."

There were several large clay pots placed in the iron cabinet, and a pungent smell immediately filled the air.

Under the leadership of Craftsman Yuan, Han Zhen stepped down the wall of the village and walked straight to the mountainside along the cement road.

It’s a very simple truth: most people don’t have enough to eat, so where will the surplus food come from to support the elderly and disabled orphans?

Zhao Song did establish similar welfare institutions, namely residential care homes, Anjifang and Luzeyuan, aiming to provide care for the young, support for the elderly, treatment of illness and burial in death.

Currently, most people under the rule don't even have enough to eat, so welfare agencies are unable to implement it.

The fortress built of cement is extremely strong and can withstand the bombardment of catapults. If equipped with heavy fire oil tanks, firearms and field artillery, it can withstand the siege of hundreds or even thousands of enemy troops.

As they walked, Craftsman Yuan introduced: "The current gunpowder workshop can produce more than two thousand kilograms of gunpowder and one thousand firearms every day. Together with the workshops in Linzi County, it is enough to support a war after the beginning of the new year. In addition, the craftsmen in the gunpowder workshop also modified the firearms, eliminating a series of disadvantages and reducing costs."

Because the Central Plains and the South do not produce oil, only the two states of Yan and Yan in the northwest produce oil, and transportation is easy.

The fierce fire oil tank was larger than I thought. It required six people to operate it at the same time, and the sprayed fire oil covered a range of up to fifty meters.

If Yanjing City had hundreds of fire oil tanks, even if the Jin people fought for a year, they still wouldn't be able to defeat them.

This was true during World War II, but in this era, it will only become more difficult to bite.

The people in the gunpowder workshop are all disabled orphans.

Zhao Song's fierce fire oil cabinets are all located on Northwest 5th Road, and there are almost none in the country.

"Your Majesty, please come this way."

This was during World War II!

Upper decision decided by the economic background.

The gatekeeper Dutou replied: "Your Majesty has a sharp eye."

After a while, Han Zhen came back from his thoughts and ordered: "Let's go to the gunpowder workshop."

Han Zhen took advantage of the situation and inspected the wall again. Finally, his eyes fell on a strange-looking weapon and asked, "Is this a fierce fire oil tank?"

If you recall carefully, you will find that most of the familiar fighting heroes during our country's anti-Japanese war died while attacking bunkers.

Seeing that he suddenly fell silent, Craftsman Yuan and others knew that the official family was thinking about important matters again.

In addition, the fierce fire oil tank itself is expensive to build. The entire body is made of copper and iron, especially key components such as the nozzle, which are made of steel, otherwise it will not be able to withstand long-term high-temperature flame eruptions.

Han Zhen asked: "Is this clay pot filled with oil?"

Even during World War II, the fort was still a nightmare for soldiers.

After all, it’s still about money.

Before there were heavy firepower such as artillery and howitzers, the fortress was just a nail. Even if it could be pulled out, it would still knock out a lot of the enemy's teeth.

To be honest, this was the first time Han Zhen saw it and he couldn't help but look at it carefully.

To capture a bunker, it often takes dozens or hundreds of lives to fill it.

Without Han Zhen's instructions, Na Dutou wisely asked his soldiers to open the oil tank.

In the past, the Central Plains dynasties conquered the grasslands but could not control them for a long time. This was mainly because the grasslands were vast and it was difficult to build city walls, so the nomads came and left whenever they wanted.

"Open the oil tank."

The people of Zhao and Song Dynasty are living like that. How good can you expect these welfare institutions to be?

It would be fine if it was just a face-saving project, but in the end it became a place for corrupt officials to traffic in people.

So much so that the orphans, old and young would rather be beggars than go to a nursing home.

In the gunpowder workshop, although life is a bit boring, you can still have enough food and clothing, and the work is not complicated. Each workshop is only responsible for one process.

At the entrance of the cave, there is a desk, and a girl sits behind the desk, responsible for registering the information of raw materials entering the warehouse and the information of people entering and exiting the cave.

Seeing Han Zhen, the girl's face lit up and she immediately came to greet him.

"Aba Aba!"

The girl opened her mouth excitedly and made gestures at the same time.

Han Zhen rubbed the girl's head and said warmly: "You have grown a lot taller."

The girl's name is Wan Niang. She is only thirteen years old this year. She was not born deaf and mute. She had a serious illness when she was seven years old and her throat was burned out.

My mother died young, and my father was ordered to do so by the government when he was in the Liao Dynasty. He accepted the corvee service and was responsible for escorting grain and grass to Hebei. As a result, he never came back.

The family's few fields and assets were all divided up by her uncles and relatives, and Wanniang herself was sold to a man in the city.

At first, Renyaozi sold her to a wealthy businessman. After staying for less than two months, Wan Niang couldn't stand the beatings from her master, so she took the opportunity to escape and became a beggar.

When Xiaochong found her, Wanniang was caught by a group of beggars, who were planning to sell her as a prostitute behind closed doors.

To be honest, Wan Niang is already the lucky one among misfortunes.

There are many orphans in gunpowder workshops who are worse off than her.

Wan Niang narrowed her eyes, enjoying Han Zhen's intimate behavior, like a little kitten.

After being adopted by Han Zhen, they not only had enough to eat every day, but also had new clothes to wear. They no longer had to be beaten. They even hired a husband to teach them how to read and write.

Therefore, in Wan Niang's eyes, Han Zhen is an elder brother, a father, and even more a god.

Han Zhen chuckled and said, "In a few years, I will find you a good marriage and choose a good husband."

Wan Niang shook her head quickly and kept making gestures with her hands.

Even if Han Zhen couldn't understand sign language, he could still see the rejection in her expression.

Han Zhen joked: "Silly girl, there is no reason to stay here forever. You have to get married and have children after all. Or do you have a husband you like?"

Hearing this, Wan Niang suddenly looked shy.

Seeing this, Han Zhen raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, there really is one. Who is it? Xiaobai or Brother Seng?"

"Aba Aba."

Wan Niang stamped her feet and ran away shyly.

"This little girl can't help but tease."

Han Zhen shook his head and laughed, then walked towards the cave.

At this moment, a young man with white beard and hair walked out and bowed: "I have met your Majesty."

The young man had a delicate appearance, but his skin was frighteningly pale, as if coated with a thick layer of white powder.

Her hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes are all white, which looks quite strange at first glance.

Xiaobai is his nickname, and his real name is Chu Nan.

Suffering from congenital albinism.

The people at this time did not understand and thought that he was born with an unlucky nature. They were afraid of bringing trouble to the family, so he was abandoned by his parents not long after he was born.

Later, he was picked up by a wandering Taoist and raised. The name Chu Nan was also given to him by the Taoist.

When the Taoist priest passed away when he was ten years old, he became an orphan and wandered around.

When he simply followed a Taoist priest, he learned good calligraphy and some alchemy skills. In addition, he was a calm man, so he was entrusted with an important task by Han Zhen and became the steward of the gunpowder workshop.

Han Zhen looked unhappy and frowned: "Why are you doing this stupid thing like me?"

"Brother Han."

Chu Nan quickly changed his mind.

When dealing with these orphans, interests are secondary, and Han Zhen mainly relies on feelings to maintain their relationship.

After all, interests are not reliable after all, but it is different when coupled with feelings.

Han Zhen then relaxed his brows and asked, "Are you able to get used to living here?"

"Second brother Han, don't worry, I can get used to it."

Chu Nan replied with a smile, his tone full of sincerity.

He suffers from albinism and cannot see the sun, but now he feels more at ease in this cave.

"That's good."

Han Zhen nodded with a smile and said, "I heard that the craftsmen in the workshop have developed a new firearm. Please take me to see it."

Speaking of this, Chu Nan became energetic and said with excitement: "Brother Han, please come here."

The workshop built in the mountains is not cramped, on the contrary, it is very spacious.

Following Chu Nan, he passed through stone paths and finally came to a warehouse.

"Brother Han!"

The person responsible for guarding the warehouse was also a young man named Seng Geer. When he saw Han Zhen, his face was full of smiles, and he limped forward with a lame leg.

Looking him up and down, Han Zhen smiled and said, "I haven't seen him for half a year. You have become a lot stronger."

"Second Brother Han, I heard that you have ascended the throne and become the emperor. I have nothing to give as a gift, so I carved a small gadget in my spare time. I hope Second Brother Han will not dislike it."

Brother Seng said, taking out a wooden sculpture from his arms.

The carving is of a little man in armor with a chi dragon at his feet.

The carver was very immature and full of craftsmanship, but Han Zhen did not dislike it. After taking it, he smiled and said: "The carving is good, I like it very much."

"As long as Brother Han likes it."

Brother Seng smiled innocently.

Chu Nan on the side said: "Brother Seng, give me the key to the warehouse, and I will show Brother Han a look at the new firearms."

"Give."

Brother Seng took off the key from his waist and handed it over.

Opening the warehouse door, a group of people filed in.

In the warehouse, there are wooden barrels and wooden boxes stacked one after another.

The barrels contained gunpowder, which was used by the artillery battalion to fire the artillery, while the wooden boxes contained firearms.

Opening a wooden box, Chu Nan took out a strange-looking iron lump, held it in his hand and said, "Brother Han, please take a look, this is a new firearm."

Han Zhen took a closer look and found that the new firearm was somewhat similar to the grenade of later generations, but it was larger than the grenade.

"The previous firearms were too troublesome to make, and even if they were tied with hemp rope, they would sometimes be broken and their power would be greatly reduced. Now, the outer shell of this one is made of cast iron, filled with gunpowder, and plugged in a fuse. "

Chu Nan explained: "There is no need to add additional iron nails or caltrops. After it explodes, the shell will turn into fragments and hurt people. It is about 30% more powerful than the original firearm, and the cost is also 10% lower."

(End of this chapter)