Chapter 1469
The Final Battle, A Desperate Situation [2]
Chapter 1469 The Final Battle, A Desperate Situation [2]
"However, there are two key aspects to the long cannon: one is the improvement of the base jet, and the other is the improvement of the weight of the long cannon..." Old Master Cui is truly amazing; he has already understood the manufacturing principle of the cannon.
He then said to Fang Qing, who was already waiting outside the door, "Fang Qing, bring your craftsmen in and ask them."
Fang Qing was in charge of making the internal combustion chamber base. Because of his talent, the old craftsman Cui assigned him to help with the craftsmen. As a result, the young man was promoted to the rank of chief craftsman, in charge of thirty people.
"Thank you so much, Craftsman!" Fang Qing and his men were overjoyed, but they were also very tactful, bringing only ten talented veterans with them. They even asked Jiang Dalang first, "Commander Jiang, will this disturb your military affairs?"
Jiang Dalang: "No, the enemy hasn't attacked the city yet, and guns and cannons are important. Ask me anything you don't understand, otherwise you don't know when you'll see me again."
"Understood!" Fang Qing replied, sensibly only asking the key question: "Can the main material of the internal combustion components of the base be changed to a composite casting material?"
This land has witnessed many dynasties and thousands of years of glorious history. The techniques for casting iron, copper, and metal alloys have long existed in the hands of aristocratic families, imperial families, or families of master craftsmen who love to explore.
It's just that due to weapons control, blacksmiths in the countryside couldn't use them.
With this alloy casting technology, guns and iron cannons could be made.
"Yes," Jiang Dalang replied to Fang Qing, adding, "We need to find a skilled craftsman. The difficulty in making the base components lies in their small size and ingenious mechanism..."
Jiang Dalang drew them a diagram of the casting process and the dimensions of the parts: "Cast according to these dimensions. The craftsmen must polish each small part well, like embroidery. It cannot have even the slightest roughness to the touch."
The artisans remained silent, quickly noting down these key points.
Behind Fang Qing and his group, there were craftsmen waiting in line to cast the cannon barrels... The problem they urgently needed to solve was whether the material of the cannon barrel could withstand the increased range of the long cannon.
And how to reduce the problem of barrel explosions and how to reduce the large recoil that could injure soldiers.
In short, Uncle Qin was afraid that Jiang Dalang would die from overwork... He took out the stewed soup given by Grandma Qin, scooped out the soup residue, broke the steamed bun into pieces, put them into the stewed soup, soaked them into a drinkable 'soup', and quietly went into the house, handing the bowl to Jiang Dalang's mouth.
Having been an emperor and truly experienced a life where food was served to him, Jiang Dalang instinctively opened his mouth, drank a mouthful of fresh and thick soup, and continued painting with his brush, doing his own thing.
Qin Er, that scheming man, even peeked at Jiang Dalang's painting style... Hmm, it has the style of his master, Old Scholar Jiang, and also the tough and stern demeanor of a military general.
Scratching his head, Qin Er couldn't tell. When he left home, they were all still young, and he really wasn't familiar with their painting style, handwriting, or personalities.
"Water, rinse your mouth." After finishing his soup, Jiang Dalang continued to stare at the blueprints and instructed Uncle Qin.
Qin Er: "..."
They're all ancestors, so he has to serve them well. If he's even half a step slow, he'll either be rushed or scolded.
Uncle Qin hurriedly brought two bowls of water and an empty bowl, and after Jiang Dalang rinsed his mouth, he drank a little bit of warm water to quench his thirst, and the meal was finally finished.
Only then did he have time to have dinner with Grandpa Qin and Qin Cunquan.
Grandpa Qin urged him, "Eat quickly, and after you finish eating, go and organize the craftsmen's notebooks and arrange the numbers... The craftsmen are busy making tools, so don't waste time doing such small tasks."
"..." Uncle Qin retorted, "With my talent and status, is it not beneath me to do such a small job?" Grandpa Qin gave him a look: "Keep your voice down. If people investigate the fact that you can only enter and leave the workshop because of your brother-in-law, father, and niece, you will either be kicked out or sign a contract to join the army."
However, once he enters the camp, it will involve the technology for manufacturing powerful weapons of the dynasty. It won't be so easy for Uncle Qin to leave the camp and take the imperial examination to redeem himself.
Uncle Qin choked on his food and couldn't swallow it... Damn it, it turns out he's an "unregistered resident," working day and night but he can't make it public, for fear of being caught red-handed.
As for Qin Cunquan, he didn't have such worries. Firstly, he was a clerk in the government office, and secondly, he didn't take the imperial examinations. Even if he went from being a clerk to a military officer, he would still be on the government payroll, so there was no difference.
Boom boom boom!
"When it gets dark, keep all streets and alleys brightly lit! Keep doors and windows closed. If you hear any unusual noises, do not open doors or windows. If the noise is too loud, knock on something or shout. Our loyal and brave men will come to check the situation!"
As darkness fell, the city patrol soldiers, now under the command of Deputy General Lang, wore large smocks to protect themselves from flea bites and bloodsucking, and patrolled the streets and alleys, shouting warnings.
Groups of elderly righteous men have moved into the mansions on the main streets. Whenever there are poisonous vesicles in any alley or house on a street, they have to go out and deal with the poisonous vesicles or infected materials.
Thump thump thump, thump thump thump!
That night, the besieging enemy troops went mad, constantly beating drums to create a great commotion, and shouting in the Wei language: "The Divine Protector of the Eastern Desert has already poisoned the city. You lowly Wei bastards will surely be infected with the rat plague. You will not survive, hahaha!"
Ha! Where are your ancestral graves? The plague has already taken over you, and you still have time to laugh? Hurry up and run away, or those scattered fleas will jump on you, bite you, and you'll be going to meet the air god!
The enemy troops were also afraid, but this was the order of the charlatan prince, intended to 'besiege on all sides' to break the morale of the Wei people and get some terrified Wei people to help them create chaos in the city.
If you encounter people who want to defect to the enemy and save their lives, it would be best to open the city gates for them.
Yes, after several defeats, the enemy has become so angry that they've lost their minds.
Thump thump thump!
On the poisoning position, Ah Lie and his men continued to drop chunks of meat, then continued their pre-decapitation celebration.
The fake father and son, Dong Mangfu and Dong Miewei, sent them a batch of women from the east, allowing Ah Lie and his men to do whatever they wanted with them.
They even sent several little dolls to be used as military rations after the worship of the gods... saying that it would help Ah Lie and the others cleanse themselves of their sins and make their journey back to the gods smoother.
Not only is he insane, but he also lacks logic.
Among the women from the east, some realized that this was wrong, and they remembered what the princess had told them before they were sent here: while they were reveling, smear the infected fireflies, infected blood, and pus toward Dongmangfu. As long as the poisonous bacteria got close to Dongmangfu and his men, the Eastern Desert army would be at risk of infection.
Forget about divine punishment or anything like that. A true god would not create a plague to harm people, nor would he allow his people to bully another group of people. Only evil spirits would be so shameless!
Therefore, do not fear the evil gods, but only seek revenge for yourself!
The women in the east who realized this were in great pain, so not many dared to take action.
But for plagues, one or two doing this is enough.
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The next day, after Ah Lie and his men woke up, they immediately went to check on the remaining infected enemy soldiers: "Hahaha, men, drag out those whose condition has worsened, divide them up, and continue to poison Liang Wei. Liang Wei must die a more miserable death than us!"
"Yes!" Like wild beasts, they did the work of a slaughterhouse. More than a hundred of them were divided up and used catapults to throw stones at the east gate.
The open space in front of the East Gate was covered with blood, pus, and chunks of flesh, resembling the home of the King of Hell.