Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1249 Victorious

   This is hardly a battle on the battlefield.

   Instead, he was shot on the spot.

  The array of the Russ has been chaotic.

   This is an elite team.

   But that's the case.

  When the burst of gunfire rang out, there was a continuous burst of gunfire.

  Countless cavalry surrounded the Ross people in the phalanx at the center, and with this as the center, Pegasus circled around the periphery.

  The distance of fifty steps is enough to cause huge damage to the revolver in his hand.

   The Ross musketeers and spearmen in the chaos had no protection at all at this moment.

  It was Rentai's eyes that radiated light. At this moment, it seemed that his ancestors possessed him.

  After the two firecrackers were fired, he galloped around the phalanx on a flying horse, and at the same time, slowly drew out the long knife at his waist.

   The wheel fire gun not only frightened the Ross people, but why didn't it frighten these cavalry.

  Looking in front of my eyes, countless people fell down in response, amidst the fluttering snow, gunpowder smoke was everywhere.

  People are excited, but their hearts are awe-inspiring.

  Occasionally, some Russians who fought back raised their matchlock guns to fight back, and some people were killed and fell off their horses.

  The Russian spearmen tried to stab out their spears, and stabbed those who were leaning on the edge of the phalanx off their horses.

  Most of these Ross people are mercenaries with strong vitality.

  But... the more intense the resistance, the worse the death!

   After bursts of gunfire.

   Nai Rentai was already in the lead, wielding a saber in his hand, and without hesitation reined in his horse and plunged into the messy phalanx.

   Around his neck, hung two statues of gods with blue faces and fangs. The statues collided with each other as the people and horses bumped.

   Nai Rentai followed the latest tradition in the desert, and said silently in his heart, "Longevity God bless you, Prince Zhu and Fang Jiji bless you!"

   Immediately afterwards, all men and horses plunged into the phalanx.

  Waving the saber, there were bursts of cold light, and the sharp edge fell, bringing a rain of blood.

  Countless cavalry on the periphery gave up shooting without hesitation and rushed into the messy phalanx.

   Once the phalanx is in chaos, then... almost vulnerable.

  When Andre saw this, his fair skin looked miserable.

  He heard wailing from all directions, including people and horses, rolling in the snow. There was not only snow in the snow, but also hot blood.

"kill!"

   Shouts from all directions pierced the sky.

  …

  Xiao Jing lay puffing and puffing in the snow, and then several medical soldiers found him in the snow and carried him off on a stretcher.

  Xiao Jing couldn't understand it, how could he be so lucky, the Ross man released the first round of firecrackers, and he was shot.

  His calf, bloody.

  In an emergency, he didn't bother to give him stinky pockmark soup, so someone used tweezers to poke into his wound and took out the bullet in his calf.

   Then, the disinfectant was poured in.

this moment…

  Xiao Jing recalled decades ago, in the silkworm room, the style of the saber, he did the same, let out a miserable cry.

   "Okay, next one."

  Simple bandaging, someone carried Xiao Jing away.

  …

evening…

   A group of tired cavalry arrived at the castle.

  In the castle, the supplies were sufficient, and people opened the warehouse, which contained black bread piled up with milk mountains, as well as wheat and horse fodder.

   Not only that... In the castle, four cannons were found.

  As soon as Wang Shouren saw the artillery, he felt sorry for the Ross people.

  In this era, there is no road.

  There are endless snowfields here, and the heavy artillery may fall into the mud at any time.

   Not to mention, it is necessary to cross the Ural Mountains.

  Wang Shouren felt his scalp go numb.

  These Rus...

  He was even thinking, if the Happiness Group is composed of Rus people, not this group of Jurchen and Mongols, maybe...

  Besides, a group of Mongols and Jurchens looked at themselves with satisfaction, all beaming. They are good at turning other people's things into their own, and treating other people's homes as their own.

   Fortunately, there is no wife here.

   "The thieves attacked 2,700 people, half of them were killed or injured, and the rest were all captured. We... damaged more than a hundred..."

   "Understood." Wang Shouren said loudly, "Send a team to the south and report victory immediately. Your Majesty may be in a hurry."

"yes."

  …

  In Xishan, the first textile workshop was established.

  This weaving workshop is a little different from ordinary weaving workshops.

  Zhu Houzhao went to cut the ribbon himself, and even brought the editors here to search for the periodicals.

  Fang Jifan looked at the showy Crown Prince from a distance, and he happily addressed all the guests on the stage.

  Then...Zhu Houzhao ordered the fire to be turned on.

   This is a steam engine textile workshop.

  The results of the Steam Research Institute have finally begun to be promoted to all walks of life.

  The newly developed steam loom has been put into production.

  Xishan invested a lot of capital to establish this large-scale textile workshop.

  When the steam engine roared, then, the huge machine began to be driven by the rotating shaft.

   All the workers are busy.

When the rotating shaft rotates, countless shuttles start to drive crazily. The shuttle is actually a shuttle with small wheels installed in the chute. Springs are installed at both ends of the chute, so that the shuttle can travel back and forth extremely quickly. A machine, With just a few people watching, wider fabrics can be woven quickly.

   Not only that, but its efficiency is amazing...

   Zhu Houzhao took the craftsmen back and forth between the machines.

  The power of steam, at this moment, has begun to spread.

  Cotton spinning workshop, using steam looms.

  Tiefang is now trying to make a steam forging press.

  The idea is to use the power brought by the steam to directly lift and forge the mold.

  For example, a steel plate is placed under a forging press, and with a bang, it changes shape and becomes a washbasin or other mechanical components directly.

  Zhu Houzhao said excitedly: "Old Fang, I think this cotton spinning workshop can also be listed on the market. Now it is trial production, but I don't know how much output it can have."

  Fang Jifan said with a smile: "His Royal Highness, it is not a workshop of any kind, and it has to be listed. This workshop is not short of money, why bother to let people participate."

  Zhu Houzhao said angrily: "What do you know, when it goes public, you have to write a prospectus. You have to brag about it. This steam loom in this palace is so powerful, let people know..."

  Fang Jifan had a headache.

   But it's just trial production now.

  God knows what problems will be discovered halfway.

   And the output is still uncertain.

  The craftsmen are not skilled enough.

  Fang Jifan said: "In the past few days, please His Royal Highness, take a group of craftsmen and stay in the cotton spinning workshop, and find out the problems of the machines at any time."

   "Don't worry." Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "With Bengong here, if this steam engine dares to make mistakes, I will kick it over."

  Fang Jifan nodded. His Royal Highness is very violent. He has already sublimated to the point where he wants to fight the machine.

  But at this time, the **** came to the palace.

  The **** found the crown prince and Fang Jifan. He was out of breath, and when he entered the huge workshop, he suddenly felt bored. The whole workshop was warm and full of steam. The roar of the huge machine and the rattling sound of the shuttle made his face pale.

   Hastily arrived in front of Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan: "His Royal Highness, Duke of Qi, Your Majesty invites you."

   "Understood." Zhu Houzhao waved his hand: "I'll go later."

  The **** didn't stay long, he was busy going back to the palace first.

  Emperor Hongzhi looked dumbfounded at the report from the stock exchange.

  Happiness Group is no longer worth a penny.

  He wanted to scold his mother in his heart.

  The mood of stock trading is mostly like this. A month or two ago, he still felt that he was an invincible person, as if he owned the whole world.

  In a blink of an eye, he wanted to find a place to jump off, so as not to live, open his eyes, look at the world, and make trouble for himself.

   "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Duke Qi are coming soon."

  The **** who went to convey His Majesty's oral order came back and replied.

  Emperor Hongzhi raised his eyes, his brows were furrowed deeply.

"What are they doing?"

   "In...weaving..." The **** couldn't tell why. After thinking for a long time, I managed to come up with such a word.

  Emperor Hongzhi: "..."

  In Emperor Hongzhi's mind, the scene of Zhu Houzhao knitting a sweater instantly came to mind.

  It’s already at this time, the sky is about to fall, the wealth I’ve accumulated for so many years has been wiped out, and he still has this leisurely mind...weaving...

But when it came to weaving, Emperor Hongzhi thought about it and sighed: "Weaving is good, you can rely on yourself. A few years ago, Empress Zhang took the lead in weaving in the palace. Father Jun, Empress Zhang is also the mother of the country, so she should set an example."

   There are no impenetrable walls in the palace.

  There was an **** hooked up, hanging in the corner, and heard this clearly.

   Not long after, Prince Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan arrived.

  Zhu Houzhao just took a wrench and repaired a small problem, and then hurried over with Fang Jifan, disheveled, with oil stains on his hands, he met Emperor Hongzhi, and Fang Jifan hadn't saluted yet.

  Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand: "Deep in Mobei, is there any news from Wang Bo'an?"

  Zhu Houzhao shook his head: "I didn't get any news. The mountains are long and the rivers are far away. God knows what happened."

  Emperor Hongzhi said with a cold face: "I asked you to be deputy commanders, but you are just perfunctory like this, jumping up and down like mud monkeys, not doing business."

  Fang Jifan said with a smile: "Your Majesty, don't blame His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness actually..."

  Emperor Hongzhi interrupted Fang Jifan and said, "I'm actually blaming you too."

"Ah." Fang Jifan exclaimed, I provoked someone, but he didn't dare to refute. Fang Jifan has always been respectful to his father-in-law. , I just like to treat my father-in-law as my own father, what the hell.

  …

  Recommend the talking elbow's new book "The First Sequence": After the catastrophe, finally see the light.

  (end of this chapter)