The Weapon Tycoon Who Traveled to Great Qin

"Fortunately, Zhao Jun was defeated. Otherwise, these artillerymen would probably be killed by these artillery." Wang Ben said coldly.

"Let's go." Wang Ben said as he turned and walked down the high ground.

There is really nothing to see next. Zhao Jun was defeated across the board. There is no one to take the initiative to resist. Yan Jun chased Zhao Jun all over the floor.

Zhao Jun, who was nearly 100,000 people, was chased and beaten by Yan Jun, who had only 30,000. As a result, Wang Ben didn't even think of it himself.

At the beginning, Zhao Jun's combat power was basically the same as Qin Jun's, especially Li Mu's frontier army. Qin Jun couldn't help them at all. What happened to Zhao Jun now? Wang Ben really couldn't figure it out.

Unless, Zhao Jun who ran away was not Li Mu's border army. And Li Mu is probably not in the army either. Thought of this. Wang Ben stopped and looked back.

Judging from the state of escape. It's not like it. Could it be that Li Mu deliberately set up an ambush.

That's not right. If you set up an ambush, the cost is too big, right? There are Zhao Jun soldiers running all over the floor. Almost a hundred thousand people.

It seems that Li Mu is indeed not in the army.

As the Yan army shouted and killed, Zhao Jun was completely defeated.

Shangwen had been lying in bed for several days, although he was not conscious at the time, his body was indeed a little excited at the time. Healing from a serious illness is like a glimpse of a new life. The whole body is full of energy.

After Shang Wen designed a brand new combat vest and rucksack on the bed, he felt that he should go out. Otherwise, it is really a little panic.

So, get dressed. Shang Wen walked out of the house.

Autumn is high and refreshing. Just can walk around and bask in the sun. Shangwen's first visit should be the arsenal, and the production status of artillery and muskets. I don’t know what happened to the production in the arsenal these days when I fell ill.

Shangwen came to the arsenal quietly, and if he appeared blatantly, he would definitely be opposed by everyone. Instead of this, it's better to check it quietly.

The artillery workshop is as busy as before. Not only artillery must be poured, but also a large number of bullets must be poured. Moreover, the pouring of bullets is still made of earthen molds. The craftsmen are busy ramming the earth. Draw the outline of the bullet with bamboo. This process comes from the traditional arrow production of Qin. The difference is that a template of arrows can only produce about twelve, while bullets can produce 30 rounds. And it saves material very much. It's just that the number on a template is very large. The production time is a little longer.

Shang Wen feels helpless with such a production method. I have repeatedly emphasized that iron molds can be used. But I still haven't seen it.

It seems that the speed of popularization is very slow. On the artillery, Shangwen saw iron molds, but the number used was very small, only two. Others are still made using traditional methods. Obviously, such production efficiency can no longer meet the needs of large-scale production.

Shang Wen turned and left. Came to the production workshop of the musket. In the workshop, the craftsmen are extremely busy. The clang of small hammers was everywhere. Shang Wen leaned over to take a look. Shocked. Many craftsmen took small hammers and made the parts of the musket little by little. These parts are smaller than those of the crossbow and can only be beaten little by little with a small hammer in the hands of the craftsman.

"Huh." Shang Wen let out a sigh of relief. Such a production model can only be regarded as manual. It can't be regarded as mechanized mass production at all.

After reading the parts. Shang Wen went to the bullet production workshop again.

Most of the workers here are women. And it's very dense.

Shangwen is very worried about such a dense workshop, and it is also a place where gunpowder is used intensively.

The female workers skillfully filled the processed paper tube from the plate full of gunpowder with a spoon, and then quickly kneaded it, then oiled it, and kneaded it. Grease uses animal oils, which must be melted at high temperatures. Beside the gunpowder, the stove was actually lit, which was a death hunt.

Shang Wen couldn't believe it. Such a thing happened under my nose.

And the female worker was obviously looking for speed, and the proximity of the stove could almost ignite the gunpowder. If a large number of finished products are ignited, the casualties are certainly not small. Shang Wen really couldn't watch it anymore.

Shang Wen strode out immediately. Find the person in charge of the workshop.

"I ask you to stop work immediately. First, evacuate everyone in an orderly manner, and then carefully take the gunpowder away. Then these **** braziers." Shang Wen pointed at the person in charge sternly.

"You know the power of gunpowder. If there is an explosion, you, me. And these people. All are dead. For your own life. Take care of this matter." Shang Wen stared at the person in charge and said.

"Here." The person in charge left the arrangement.

Shang Wen is really worried. I have been standing in the workshop, seeing everyone leaving.

"That's the end of today's work. I will give you a meeting in the afternoon. Your problems are very big and many. The salary is still paid. Go back and rest." Shang Wen said.

Then turned and left.

My goodness. There are so many problems in the arsenal. Can produce so many bullet artillery, muskets. It was a miracle. And there are so many hidden dangers that haven't happened so far. This is even more a miracle.

Think of human life. Shangwen felt a dull heartache. Such a society in which life is not cherished and life is joking. They really don't know what to do, they will realize it. Shang Wen thought to himself.

Came to Yinger's house. Shangwen wanted to discuss about the soldier outfit, but Shangwen saw a scene.

Yinger is making paratrooper boots. Wooden boards are used for the soles. A wooden board without a model of the sole of a person's foot. Shangwen knew that this was a problem with the details of ancient production.

Such a problem can only be solved after improvement in the future. Let go of this point.

The planks are very thick. The needle cannot be sutured at all. Therefore, Yinger tried very hard, and as a result, the needle was bent. The needle stuck in Yinger's hand. The blood is flowing.

Shang Wen really couldn't stand it anymore.

Go straight in, without a word, pick up the scissors and cut off a piece of cloth. Shang Wenke has never torn a piece of cloth.

Then, wipe, and then bandage.

"Oh my God. You actually used your hands to make boots. This is a joke." Shang Wen said helplessly.

"If you don't use your hands, what else can you use." Ying'er said angrily.

"Sewing machine. A machine that can quickly make clothes and shoes." Shang Wen said while bandaging.

"I really didn't expect it. Your working method turned out to be manual. There are too many problems today. Many things are all done by hand. In this case, it is impossible to complete many things. And, after all, manpower. Limited, with machines, people can expand various functions." Shang Wen said something that Yinger could not understand.

Shangwen did not tell Yinger to understand. He is summarizing what happened today. If Qin wants to develop, he must learn to think. Think about how to save time and manpower.

This is ancient China. There has never been an era of lack of population and labor.