Seeing the emperor's interest, the craftsman continued: "The best range is thirty steps, and the power can break armor."
"At thirty steps, a shotgun can break through armor."
Feng Xianzong was impatient and couldn't help but refute.
"Budang, you are an official, and this is a musket!"
Thanks to the emperor's favor in recent years, the Ordnance Department has a detached status, and the craftsmen are unhappy.
"Okay, it's a mule or a horse, then come out for a walk!"
Zhu Yixi was too lazy to pay attention to the quarrel between the two and directly gave instructions.
Soon, dozens of straw men were positioned and placed in front of the gunmen.
After receiving the emperor's signal, a guard stepped forward, raised his musket, and pointed it forward.
In the distance, the emperor stared intently, he just wanted to see the effect.
"boom--"
It was like a cannon, making a deafening sound.
Countless bullets sprayed out like raindrops.
Zhu Yixi, who was in the distance, didn't even see it clearly, and it was already over.
He stepped forward and saw clearly that the goddess was scattering bullets like flowers.
But among the straw men placed there, not many fell down.
"Your Majesty, there were thirty straw men, and twenty-three were shot."
"It doesn't seem to be very powerful, it just has a lot of ammunition."
Feng Xianzong frowned and said.
"Besides, on the battlefield, infantry basically have armor. The power of these marbles is extremely small, and the effect is probably even less satisfactory."
"Then try it."
In the blink of an eye, the scarecrow was wearing armor again.
Sure enough, as Feng Xianzong said, unless it hits the face, hands and feet, the power of the musket is extremely small and there is no harm at all.
The craftsman on the side hesitated to speak.
Zhu Yixi looked at the gun, then at the scarecrow, and fell into deep thought.
Feng Xianzong continued to hit the target: "Although it can't hit the slaves, it's good to hit the Mongols. They don't have armor, but the range is too close, and the horses run too fast..."
The craftsman was silent.
This makes so much sense.
"Since the infantry can't be used, let the navy do it."
Suddenly, a smile appeared on the emperor's face, which suddenly relaxed the atmosphere.
"Sailors at sea rarely have armor. This musket is in one place, and there are people on the narrow deck. There is no way to hide. This is much stronger than an ordinary flintlock gun."
"Your Majesty, your Majesty!" The craftsman was overjoyed and asked someone to bring out several strange things.
A long sword was brought out. If you look closely, it is a sword. If you look at it from the side, you can see that the barrel is still hidden. It turns out to be a gun.
Unexpectedly, Feng Xianzong, who had been dismissive of it before, actually showed a satisfied look at this time: "What a good gun, it actually combines a sword and a blunderbuss into one, implying the combination of good and strange in the art of war, wonderful!"
"Your Majesty, if you think about it, if you are fighting with the enemy and holding a sword, they will relax their vigilance. Once the distance is reached, the projectiles will fly out with a click of your thumb, and you will definitely hit the target."
Zhu Yixi was too lazy to pay attention to him, and her eyes stopped in front of a three-eyed fire gun.
"Your Majesty, this is a three-eyed fire gun. We just changed it from a match rope to a flint hair, which is more convenient."
Seeing the emperor's interest, the craftsman immediately explained.
Although it is such a simple craft, it also proves that they are not just waiting to die.
"Well! Keep working hard!"
Zhu Yixi nodded: "For the large-caliber flintlock gun from before, just make some for the navy and let them use it and see how it goes."
"Your Majesty, please give me your name——"
"There are many marbles and the quantity is large, so let's call it a troll!"
Zhu Yixi said a suitable name without hesitation.
"This name is very good!" Feng Xianzong quickly praised.
After leaving the Ordnance Department, Feng Xianzong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the emperor was in a good mood.
This mission finally had a good result.
Halfway through, the emperor suddenly asked: "Is the Bohai Sea frozen?"
"Your Majesty, the Bohai Sea has frozen, but it is very thin and brittle and mostly along the coast. It has little impact on water transportation."
Feng Xianzong was startled and quickly reacted.
"That's good."
The emperor smiled slightly and said nothing more.
At this time, Wu Sangui, who was far away in Pyongyang, had no time to spare.
According to the rules over the years, those who surrender must either have two masters in mind or fight with all their strength, but Wu Sangui, who changed sides twice, had no choice.
He deeply understood that North Korea at this time was his journey of atonement. The eyes of the emperor and the court were always staring at North Korea.
Therefore, he had been fighting around Kaesong before, hoping to regain Seoul and its capital, so that North Korea could completely recover.
However, as soon as Hong Chengchou's various tricks came out, the plan was immediately scrapped, and they could only remain in a stalemate in Kaicheng.
As the deputy commander-in-chief, Li Chengdong could only sit in Kaicheng to prevent Seoul troops from crossing over.
At this time, Wu Sangui and Li Yingren were at a dock, welcoming the arrival of the fleet.
North Korea and South Korea were in confrontation. North Korea lacked arable land and supplies, and could not sustain itself in food. Without the support of the imperial court, it would have been defeated long ago.
However, there was a man named Hong Chengchou in South Korea. He was easy to fight and managed civil affairs very well. After sorting out money and food, South Korea had a steady flow of soldiers and horses.
"Brother Li, there are more and more rebels in Seoul. Even if we exchange ten for one, we will still lose money."
Wu Sangui stamped his feet to relieve the cold, and couldn't help but say.
"You mean, we also train Korean soldiers?"
Li Yingren was stunned.
"That's right!" Wu Sangui exhaled and said, "We can't fight this North Korea on our own, we also have to let the North Koreans go to the battlefield."
"What you said makes sense."
Li Yingren nodded, feeling confused.
The Korean War has now been completely reduced to the command of Wu Sangui. He is only equivalent to the deputy commander-in-chief and can only support it.
"coming--"
Suddenly, white sails were vaguely visible in the distance, and then more and more sails appeared, covering the entire sea surface.
The huge fleet covered the sky, making everyone happy and boosting their morale.
"Commander General, this time there are thirty ships carrying 20,000 dan of grain, 3,000 pieces of armor, 2,000 muskets, and 50,000 jin of gunpowder..."
"Aren't there any reinforcements?"
Wu Sangui interrupted him.
"The imperial court has no troops."
Li Yingren sighed.
Obviously, the imperial court was thinking that these two or thirty thousand people would hold back Jiannu, or the imperial court was a little overwhelmed.
Seeing that the two generals were a little depressed, the visitor continued: "In the next half month, there will be nearly a hundred ships delivering supplies. I think your army will not have to worry about it in North Korea."
"Hundred ships?" Wu Sangui and Li Yingren were stunned.
"Could it be?"
The two of them looked at each other, the fear and confusion in their eyes almost overflowing.
"This is His Majesty's oral order——"
Taking the letter solemnly, Wu Sangui felt as if it was as heavy as a stone.
Despite all the precautions, the emperor's micro-management was not detected. When did the emperor have this hobby?
"Hey——" After receiving the letter, the two of them sighed.