Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 1224: Victory

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This is hardly a battle on the battlefield.

Instead, he was executed on the spot.

The array of Ross people 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.

There was light in Nai Rentai's eyes, and at this moment, it seemed that his predecessors had possessed him.

After the two firecrackers were shot, he galloped around the square formation on a flying horse, and slowly drew out the long knife at his waist.

The revolver not only frightened the Russians, but why didn't they frighten the cavalry.

Looking at the 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 were killed and fell off their horses.

The Russian spearmen tried to stab out their spears, and stabbed the people 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.

Nairentai was already in the lead, brandishing a saber in his hand, he reined in his horse and plunged into the messy phalanx without hesitation.

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

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

Immediately afterwards, he plunged into the phalanx with his men and horses.

The sword was waving with a cold light, and the edge fell, bringing blood rain.

Countless cavalry on the periphery gave up shooting without hesitation and charged into the chaotic square formation.

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

Seeing this, Andre had a miserable expression on his fair skin.

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 of killing from all directions pierced the sky.

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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, how could he be so lucky, the Ross man released the first round of firecrackers, and he was shot.

His calf was bloody.

In an emergency, he didn't care about giving 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, that saber style in the silkworm room, he also let out a miserable cry.

"Okay, next one."

With a simple bandage, someone carried Xiao Jing away.

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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 he saw the artillery, Wang Shouren began to feel sorry for the Ross people.

In this era, there are no roads.

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

Not to mention, the Ural Mountains had to be crossed.

Wang Shouren felt his scalp go numb.

These Russ...

He was even thinking, if the Happiness Group was made up of Ross people instead of these Jurchen and Mongols, maybe...

On the side, 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 man's 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."

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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 journals.

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 machine textile workshop.

The achievements 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

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Xishan invested a lot of capital and established 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 workshops use steam looms.

Tiefang is now also trying to manufacture 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, placed under a forging press, makes a loud bang, causing it to change shape and directly become a washbasin or other mechanical components.

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, it has to be listed, and this workshop is not short of money, why bother to let people participate."

Zhu Houzhao said angrily: "What do you know? You have to write a prospectus after it's listed. You have to brag about it. The steam loom of this palace is so powerful, let people know..."

Fang Jifan had a headache.

But it's just a trial run right now.

God knows what problems will be found along the way.

And the output is also 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 eunuch came to the palace.

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

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

The 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 be alive, open his eyes, look at the world, and make trouble for himself.

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

The eunuch who went to deliver His Majesty's oral order came back and replied.

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

"what are they doing?"

"I'm...weaving..." The eunuch 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 have 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 eunuch hooked up, hanging in the corner, and heard all this clearly.

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

Zhu Houzhao just took a wrench and overhauled 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: "In the depths of 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.

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