"From now on, I will be an emperor through the ages, suppress the peasant uprising, kill Li Zicheng, drive the Qing army back to Siberia, and kill corrupt officials. As for the position in the imperial court, those who are able will occupy it, and there will never be any more relations. Even if you are ordinary soldiers, you will have the opportunity to become a general in the future, instead of being firmly controlled by the third-rank officials by the civil official group."

Zhu Youjian's words were impassioned.

The soldiers of the Shenji Battalion were all shocked, and all of them straightened their chests.

That's right, princes and generals, I'd rather be kind, although I can't read a lot of Chinese characters, but it doesn't affect my appearance!

Your Majesty seems to have completely changed, and I don't know him anymore.

It seems that His Majesty already has the decisive temperament of the late emperor.

In an instant, the soldiers of the [-] Shenji Battalion seemed to have found their backbone.

Why didn't they know that Daming was about to perish?But what can they do?The emperor is weak, and the treacherous ministers control the government. Ordinary people like them can only follow the trend, and they are powerless to change the status quo.

But it's different now. What Zhu Youjian said touched their hearts. Who doesn't want to win glory for the country?

Who doesn't want the world to return to its heart, and who doesn't want Daming to prosper?

Xing, the people suffer.

die, the people suffer.

They have to fight for themselves this time.

Chapter 222 50 Year Shou Yuan

"Follow me to the Firearms Camp."

After Zhu Youjian finished speaking, he strode towards the firearm camp.

All the soldiers of Shenji Battalion were full of enthusiasm and quickly followed behind Zhu Youjian.

......

"Master Feng, this is a flower bomb developed by the villain. Once used in a battle with the enemy, it will definitely win by surprise."

In the firearms camp, a young lieutenant delivered the treasure he developed to Mr. Feng.

While eating the meat, Mr. Feng looked at the young man with a lack of interest.

"Bi Maokang, we are an imposing firearms battalion. If you don't study muskets well and develop some unique skills, don't you want to be the captain?"

Lord Feng reprimanded.

In his mind, the Firearms Battalion was of little use anyway, and there was no need for his subordinates to research sophisticated firearms.

Anyway, if he can research it, he is still Master Feng, but if he can't, he is still Master Feng.

On the contrary, if someone develops a powerful firearm, he will report it to the battalion commander, and the battalion commander will report it to His Majesty, and a lot of things will come out for no reason.

He still wants to enjoy life, so how can he have time to care about the research and development of his subordinates?

"Master Feng, please take a look at it. What I have developed this time is not just a flower bomb."

"There are also land mines, this kind of thing just needs to be buried in the ground, and it can cause a devastating blow to the enemy's cavalry."

Bi Maokang was impatient.

These are all the achievements he spent five or six years on, and he just counts on these things to get promoted and make a fortune.

Otherwise, at the end of the Ming Dynasty, the class had solidified, and those people who wanted to be promoted were no less than going to the sky.

"I told you to study muskets, don't engage in these dispensable things, understand?"

Master Feng finally got impatient and pushed Bi Maokang away.

"Okay, Mr. Feng, I did research on muskets. This is a flintlock developed by the villain."

Bi Maokang had already prepared and took out the flintlock gun he had researched in advance.

"My lord, this one of mine is called a flintlock. It shoots faster and more accurately than ordinary firecrackers."

Bi Maokang smiled flatteringly.

He was originally a genius, but in order to make his weapons famous in the world, he could only be forced to curry favor with these mediocre officials.

"Snapped!"

Lord Feng just slapped his hands, Bi Maokang froze in place.

"Master Feng, what are you?"

Bi Maokang was dumbfounded.

"I said, Bi Maokang, can't you relax a little every day? I can't figure out how to be your captain and take your salary. Let's leave this kind of stable life, but you have to make troubles."

"Also, you bastard, don't you want to be a captain, okay, starting today, you don't have to be a captain."

After Master Feng finished speaking, he waved his hands to the left and right.

Two wolf-like firearms soldiers rushed over and took off Bi Maokang's hat.

"I'll see who dares to take off his hat."

The voice fell, and a group of young people stepped inside.

Behind him was a dense crowd of musketeers from the Shenji Battalion.

"hiss!"

Seeing Zhu Youjian, Lord Feng gasped.

Having been in the capital for a long time, he certainly knew that only one person in Ming Dynasty dared to wear bright yellow clothes.

"Your Majesty, Feng Daode, see Your Majesty."

Master Feng quickly knelt down and pressed his face to the ground.

Zhu Youjian was expressionless, his eyes swept over the sprinkled meat on the table, and the suppressed Bi Maokang.

Obviously, he had already listened to the conversation between the two.

"Go away."

Zhu Youjian kicked Feng Daode away, and turned to Bi Maokang.

"Your Majesty, the villain sees Your Majesty."

Bi Maokang quickly knelt down.

This was the first time he faced the emperor directly, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"You are Bi Maokang?"

Zhu Youjian asked.

"It's the villain."

Bi Maokang also pressed his forehead to the ground.

"Hahahaha, get up quickly."

Zhu Youjian helped Bi Maokang, and his eyes shone with a frightening light.

Bi Maokang was so frightened that he could only look at Zhu Youjian's teeth in embarrassment.

Seeing this, Feng Daode hurried over.

"Your Majesty, this is the official's subordinate. There is no rank at present. If Your Majesty has anything to say, just tell the official, and the official will handle it well."

Feng Daode looked at Zhu Youjian flatteringly.

"Ok?"

Zhu Youjian turned his head suddenly, and a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Feng Daode? Why? Why don't you accept the firearms developed by Bi Maokang? You do this to stop my Ming Dynasty's military from advancing? How does this benefit you?"

Zhu Youjian talked and sat on the chair.

Two soldiers from the Shenji Battalion walked over with keen eyesight, and cut Feng Daode's hands backwards, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

"Your Majesty, I'm just looking for stability. This Bi Maokang has a salary from the imperial court, but he studies some heresy every day. It's an insult to the state."

Feng Daode is still frantically exploring on the verge of death.

"what?"

"You say this is heresy?"

Zhu Youjian almost laughed angrily.

"Bi Maokang, bring your flintlock."

Zhu Youjian stretched out his hand.

"According to the order."

Bi Maokang felt his little heart beating. He felt that something big was going to happen today, and his talent would show his revenge.

Zhu Youjian took the flintlock gun handed over by Bi Maokang, feeling extremely excited.

He quietly started to record the video, preparing to send it back to show to his two grandparents.

Mr. Ye Chen is really a god!He was able to tell exactly where Bi Maokang was, and he also knew that Bi Maoliang was a firearms genius.

puff!

The flintlock was aimed directly at Feng Daode.

"Your Majesty, are you?"

Feng Daode peed in fright, looking at the black muzzle of the gun in horror.

"You say these are heresy, well, I will use the heresy to send you back."

After Zhu Youjian finished speaking, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Click!

The gun did not go off.

"Ok?"

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