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Zhang Tan, a magic craftsman, has a stronger understanding ability than Cui Qing. With a little guidance from Renault, he can make the parts. This kind of technical work of radio manufacturing forced Renault to be designed into physical work. Zhang Tan took a few disciples and took a whole day to assemble a set of radio equipment.

A transmitter that is one and a half meters high, a receiver that is two meters high, plus the corresponding transmitting antenna and receiving antenna. Looking at these two big guys, Renault wanted to cry. This was something he took half a month to get. The theoretical signal transmission distance was only a pitiful five hundred meters away.

Anyone who buys a set of toy intercoms online will have better results in the suburbs than this one. This is a telegraph.

Hand-crank generators cannot satisfy this big guy. They are large in size and consume a lot of power. Only by using a three-stage variable speed animal generator can it satisfy its power consumption. This thing is actually no different from a hand-crank generator. It is slightly larger in size and has a large gear with pinion gears to speed up the speed.

In fact, what Renault wants to build is a hydraulic generator, and that thing is not difficult. It is surrounded by eight waters and the water resources are quite abundant, but now it is winter, the water volume is relatively small and it cannot be built. Renault can only use animal generators for experiments temporarily.

Next, he is already considering what water trucks drive motors. It will take some time to generate hydropower.

In addition to supplying millions of people in Luocheng, the rivers around Luocheng are mainly used for transportation and collecting national resources, gathering in Luocheng, which makes Luocheng look very prosperous.

Of course, this level of prosperity is proud in the eyes of the people of Da Chu. In Renault's view, even fourth-tier cities are inferior to those of the largest population, and are worse than rural towns.

The experiment went very smoothly. Two hundred meters away, a crisp telegraph sound came from the receiver. The dripping sound was heard in his ears. Renault was comfortable all over. In this primitive world, he finally heard a little local accent.

"Li Si, you bring someone to the car and install the receiving equipment. Don't forget the antenna, Zhangtan and the vehicle debugging, and experiment every 100 meters." Renault ordered that he would test the farthest transmission distance of this big guy.

Under the current conditions of the Great Chu world, it is almost impossible for Reno to create a telegraph machine that can transmit hundreds or thousands of miles. However, he does not need to transmit electromagnetic signals so far, even on the earth, it is impossible to do it. The earth is curved, and even if the telegraph transmits enough power, it cannot be done.

The God of Wealth has long measured the atmospheric environment of the Dachu world. Although it is just a very simple data, it is enough. What he needs is that he can transmit equipment of 80 kilometers to transmit electromagnetic signals to the atmospheric ionosphere, and through ionosphere reflection, the signal will be transmitted to at least a thousand miles away, and then through the relay station, one station will be transmitted to a further place.

The result was much better than Renault expected. Apart from the telegraph machine in front of him, there was no electromagnetic signal propagating in the air in the Great Chu world, without interference, and the natural effect was better. It was not until 800 meters away that the receiver's sound became weaker. Outside 1,200 meters away, the signal became very weak. Outside 1,500 meters away, the signal was intermittent and could no longer be received normally.

Renault breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had to take the professional route to inventing such a thing. Although he did not major in radio, he mastered this knowledge well.

In Panshi Town, Liaodong, a team of carriages slowly entered the town with a blizzard. Two small flags were planted on the leading carriage. The left flag reads: Bafang of Weizhen, and the right one reads: Lu's escort cart.

A middle-aged man jumped off the carriage. In the winter of nine out, he actually had only a single robe. The man's face turned yellow, as if he was seriously ill, but judging from his actions of jumping off the carriage, he was also flexible, as if he was a martial artist.

"Sir, this is Panshi Town. The northwest is Xiangshui Border City, and the northeast is Heishui Border City is 2,300 miles away." The convoy's chief officer was wearing a thick leather jacket and exuding a strong smell of mutton. Unconsciously, the middle-aged man frowned slightly. He had been here with the convoy for more than twenty days, but he still could not adapt to the smell of the merchants.

"Yeah." Chu Xingyun nodded slightly. He took the convoy twenty days ago. At that time, the convoy was less than 3,000 miles away from Panshi City. Twenty days, twenty days, he had only walked less than 3,000 miles. If he had not been severely injured, he would not have taken such a convoy. Even if he used it, it would have been several times faster than the convoy.

That day, he fought a life-and-death battle with the King of Wheels. Although he had only one blow, he was seriously injured. The King of Wheels was slightly better than him, and it was limited.

This kind of injury has reached a point where life-threatening level. Chu Xingyun knows that he will die, but the only difference is how long he can live. If he doesn't fight with others, it will be at most half a year.

In order to attract the King of Wheels, Chu Xingyun dared not return to Luocheng. The earth immortal is the earth immortal. Even if he reaches the end of his life, it is not a master who can compete with it. The King of Wheels has a strong ambition to die. Before he dies, he can drag one of them. There are only a few dozen masters of the Great Chu. No matter who they belong to, they are all from Great Chu. If Chu Xingyun dies, he will feel pain.

Between chasing and escaping, Chu Xingyun received the news that Luo killed Kou Bian, Duke Hei Shui, and invited Luo killed Gui Ji, which was obviously trying to take advantage of it.

Chu Xingyun knew very well how troublesome it was to get injured in the Earth Immortal. Even if there is Jin Shen now, it would not save his life. It would be a long time at most.

That's the case...

The King of Wheels can drag him away before he dies. Why can't he use Yin Guiji to move on before he dies? With his current physical condition, if he is well conditioned and has the power of a blow, even if he cannot die with Guiji, he will still have a chance to severely damage him. Chu Xingyun's requirements are not high. As long as he can make Guiji dare not take action easily within ten years.

Guiji is also not young, twenty years older than Chu Xingyun. Even if he is healthy, he will only live for 30 or 40 years at most. If he can delay for a while, it will be a while.

"Sir, there is still something to need a villain?" The manager of the Lu family nodded and asked.

That day, the middle-aged man in front of him stopped the car halfway. The escort of the convoy seemed to be facing a great enemy, but this person was as calm as water. With this demeanor alone, the manager of the Lu family was frightened. He had met the head of the Lu family once, who was a third-rank official, but compared with the man in front of him, one was a phoenix in the sky and the other was a chick on the ground, which was incomparable.

When walking outside, in addition to having good skills, the most important thing is to have good eyes and know who can't offend anyone. At that time, Manager Lu didn't even ask questions and would respond to all his requests. Along the way, he offered sacrifices like a ancestor, and finally served this man well.

"Go to the town to find the military marquis at the garrison and let him come to see me." Chu Xingyun said. Along the way, he had figured it out that with his current physical condition, he had to ask for help.

The Liaodong Xiangshui Legion has always been the direct line of the Wuwang Mansion. But what's the matter? Before he was injured, he didn't even care about King Wuyue, and now he is even less afraid. He can understand the mood of the Wheel-Running King. I'm going to be finished. Who cares about these things?

There is no garrison in the ordinary town of Dachu. It is not far from the Liaodong border town, and it is considered a second line. Moreover, Panshi Town has a special geographical location. Although it is not a necessary way to trade between the north and the south, it forms a natural pass because of the continuous mountains on both sides.

Not only are there garrisons here, but there are also quite a few people. The officers who lead the team are also military marquis, who can lead one thousand troops.

Although the army here is not the Xiangshui army, it is much stronger than the palace soldiers in the inland Great Chu. At least the army is neat and has quite strong combat power.

Panshi Town is not big. In a moment, a team of cavalry came near by blizzards. The leader was the military marquis here.

After turning over and dismounting, the military marquis looked up and down at Chu Xingyun and asked, "Sir, please indicate your identity."

Soldiers are different from those who go to business. Even if they are backed by the court, merchants dare not offend easily. The generals in the army must be more cautious. Although he can see more than the Lu family's management, he still needs to verify his integrity.

"Get paper and pen." As King An, Chu Xingyun had an extremely powerful aura and was too lazy to talk nonsense to the little Junhou and made a request directly.

"Take paper and pen." The military man turned around and said, still staring at Chu Xingyun. The more he looked, the more frightened he became. He was also a warrior. Although he was not high in the fifth rank, he was considered the number one figure in the army. He was stationed in Panshi City, which was a little higher than an ordinary general of the government army.

In a moment, the yellow paper and charcoal pen were delivered. Chu Xingyun took the paper and pen, walked into a shop on the street, sat cross-legged, and danced with his hands. In a moment, a portrait appeared on the paper.

"Take a painter and draw more, spread out more people and want this person. Remember, if you find it and report it layer by layer, this person is the King of the Wheel-turning King of Hanging Temple in Daxue Mountain. Although he was severely injured, he was not something that ordinary soldiers could take. Even if the master was in front of him, he would still be alive without death." Chu Xingyun said.

"Ah!" The military marquis took the portrait with both hands, and the military marquis screamed. The name of the King of the Wheel was too big, and everyone in the Great Chu knew about it.

"Who are you?"

"A man in King Wu's mansion." Chu Xingyun said softly.

"Ah! That old king An?" Junhou approached and asked softly.

"King An is here too."

"Yes, sir, please show it..." Before he could finish speaking, Chu Xingyun looked up at him. With this glance, the military marquis dared not ask again. It was so scary.

He dared to swear to the sky that the man in single clothes in front of him must be a master. He has seen many of the ninth-grade peaks in the army. No one's eyes can be so sharp that it is like a knife, which is heartbreaking.

"Yes, the official will do it right away. What else do you need sir?" Junhou did not dare to ask.

"Hot water, food." Chu Xingyun said calmly. He didn't even mention the medicines. The injuries on his body were not something that doctors could treat. Not to mention the military doctor, even if the imperial doctor of the Great Chu came, it would be useless.

In the past twenty days, he had a carriage. Although the food was vulgar, he could at least have food and clothing. He believed that the King of the Wheels would not have such good conditions as himself. Even if his injury was lighter than himself, he would not recover faster than him.

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