"We've tried it, and it's really a good thing. Who else in the world can stop our army?"

Zhu Yuanzhang took the matchlock gun and said with some sigh. His tone became more and more heroic.

When the matchlock gun arrived, Zhu Yuanzhang ordered someone to test the gun. The power displayed shocked Zhu Yuanzhang, who had seen the world.

It's really too terrifying. It's just like a small cannon. The most important thing is accuracy.

Within fifty steps, he can hit almost anywhere, which is enough to be worthy of a crossbowman who has trained for several years, and can even completely replace the existence of a crossbowman.

The output of matchlock guns was very low, but in Zhu Yuanzhang's view, this was nothing at all.

If there are few people, then send more people to increase the output. If there are not enough craftsmen in the capital, then directly recruit them from the local area.

If you can produce a few handfuls a month, you can produce dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of handfuls.

If there are not enough people, then increase the number of people, and no matter what, we must maximize the output.

Hearing this, Lan Yu's eyes lit up and she said, "Your Majesty, if we can have thousands of fire-gun soldiers, we can easily kill an enemy with over ten thousand soldiers."

"I have tried shooting once. With more training, I can shoot calmly even immediately. When the time comes, I will form a fire cavalry team with enough fire bombs."

"Those Mongolian cavalry are just like chickens and dogs. They can't wave their hands."

Lan Yu's words made Zhu Yuanzhang nod slightly. The more he looked at the matchlock gun, the more he liked it.

After studying carefully for a while, Zhu Yuanzhang put down his matchlock gun and asked Lan Yu:

"You have also met our eldest grandson, but what do you think? As an uncle, you played with him when you were a child, so you are familiar with him."
Chapter completed!