Why does it sound more and more fantasy-like the more I listen to it?
Will a real dragon pop up later?
Then I can only invent missiles.
Isn’t this a low-martial world?
After thinking about it, Zhao Xiaole rejected this idea.
It might just be a ferocious beast in this world, and it might be different from his previous life.
It is also possible that this ferocious beast became extinct in the previous life.
But in this world it still exists.
When Zhao Xiaole heard about Pixiu, the first thing he thought of was that in his previous life, there would always be a toad shaking coins at the front desk of the store.
This thing is said to be an ancient beast.
Only in and out.
If used to attract wealth, the effect is very good.
But can this thing really be used for fighting?
Moreover, if this mount is so powerful, how can Jingyang resist it?
This also explains why the barbarians suddenly went north.
If he had such a powerful mount, it would be strange if he didn't go to Beitu.
What are the weaknesses?
Looking at the frightened expression on Taishou Xunyang's face, it seemed that there was no need to ask this question.
Zhao Xiaole asked again: "What happened to those firearms? Have they been tested on the battlefield?"
Wang Baiwan heard this and replied: "The first batch of firearms has been prepared with two hundred muskets and two artillery pieces."
"According to the previous message sent by the Marquis, one hundred guns were transferred to Chuzhou, and the remaining ones are one hundred muskets and one artillery piece."
"Because the craftsmen worked overnight, these weapons have just been delivered and have not yet been used against the barbarians."
Zhao Xiaole nodded, Wang Wanwan's efficiency in doing things was pretty good.
Similarly, in nearly a month, he rushed out two hundred muskets, while the craftsmen in Beijing only made eighty.
This is the difference.
Zhao Xiaole ordered: "Next, let the craftsmen work hard to make the artillery. The level of confidentiality can be lowered, and we only pursue speed."
"In addition, dispatch another hundred crossbowmen from the army to intensify training on musket shooting. They are the key to determining the outcome of this war."
"Already doing it."
Wang Wanwan and Prefect Xunyang nodded and said.
This made Zhao Xiaole feel relieved, "At present, except for the King of Southern Fujian, how many troops and horses do we have mobilized?"
Xunyang Prefect groaned and said: "Excluding the soldiers guarding the city, the number of soldiers that can be mobilized at present is about 20,000."
"The 20,000 people include 2,000 cavalry. However, the barbarians claim 300,000. According to reports from our spies, the real number of barbarians should be more than 200,000, definitely less than 300,000."
Ten thousand!"
"However, they have more than 20,000 cavalry, and they are all new species, Pixiu!"
"I really don't know how that barbarian princess tamed such strange beasts!?"
When Zhao Xiaole heard this, he fell into thinking.
If he cooperates with the 100,000 soldiers and horses of the King of Southern Fujian, it will be easy to repel the barbarians, but what is his attitude there?
"What's the attitude of the King of Southern Fujian?" Zhao Xiaole asked.
Prefect Xunyang smiled bitterly, "Ever since the King of Minnan was defeated by the barbarians, he has always hoped that the imperial court would send troops to support him, but he has not taken the initiative to attack yet!"
Zhao Xiaole: "..."
Is this Minnan King the reincarnation of a tortoise?
Your majestic King of Minnan is sitting back and watching the barbarian invasion, but he is waiting for the imperial army to come to support him.
Can I still have some facial expressions?
While the three of them were talking, Xunyang Town arrived.
This place is no different from an ordinary city, but more gorgeous.
Compared with the capital city, it lacks some of the imperial spirit and has more of the beautiful spirit of Jiangnan.
The carriage did not drive to the official residence prepared for Zhao Xiaole.
He asked the Queen in the carriage behind to go first, while he, Wang Wanwan, and the prefect went to see the firearms.
It was more important, so he went with only a few guards.
Due to the need for confidentiality, the prefect did not know that Wang Wanwan actually had a firearms factory located in the city.
It's really dark right now.
After getting permission to visit, the three of them went to Wang Wanwan's mansion together.
Firearms have been sent here in advance.
Naturally, the location of the factory cannot be disclosed to the outside world. The purpose of this is to keep it confidential.
When the three of them arrived at the door, they saw a noble prince and a group of guards beating the steward of the Wang family.
Zhao Xiaole has also met the manager before.
He was the steward who followed Wang Fugui to Beijing at the beginning.
While being beaten, the steward begged for mercy: "Your Majesty, please spare your life. There really are no firearms in the house. I really didn't tell lies."
The noble young master did not show mercy and sneered, "Do you really think that your confidentiality measures are very good?"
"Just because your Wang family is not short of money doesn't mean that your servants are not short of money either. It's just a little bit of money, but there's no information that I can't find out."
"I am telling you that if you keep those firearms, they will be captured by the barbarians. Please hand them over to the Minnan Prince's Palace as soon as possible!"
The noble young master kept calling him the Crown Prince, so Zhao Xiaole knew his identity without guessing. He was the Crown Prince of Southern Fujian.
Wang Wanwan was astonished when he came down from the sedan chair.
Because of the accelerated production of this firearm, the secret was eventually leaked.
What I didn't expect was that as soon as it arrived at the house, the Crown Prince of Southern Fujian came to the door and wanted to snatch it.
And in some gossips, it has already spread.
The Beihai Caravan and Zhao Xiaole relied on firearms to defeat enemies several times their size.
How could the King of Southern Fujian not be tempted by such a sharp weapon?
Wang Baiwan secretly blamed himself for his carelessness. He quickly glanced at Zhao Xiaole and saw that his face was expressionless, so he immediately stepped forward to persuade him.
"Your Highness, please atone for your sins. I don't know the etiquette and I bumped into His Highness. I am here to apologize to you."
The Crown Prince of Southern Fujian snorted coldly, "Apologise? Wang Wanwan, don't blame me here. You have purchased iron and stone minerals recently. Do you really think you can hide it from my Crown Prince's eyes?"
"I'm telling you, you can either hand over these firearms to me today, or my people can go in and take them out by yourself. However, it won't look good on your face. You can choose one of the two paths!
"
Governor Xunyang and Zhao Xiaole also approached.
The prefect of Xunyang felt that he could not let go of his shame, allowing the Prince of Southern Fujian to be so arrogant in his own territory.
Especially since Zhao Xiaole is still present.
If he, the prefect, didn't even dare to fart, how could he be looked down upon by Zhao Xiaole?
Then, the prefect of Xunyang laughed and said: "Your Majesty must have misunderstood. Why does the Wang family have firearms? Maybe it's that servant who is bragging outside. Your Majesty, please don't listen to their nonsense. To give me face, how about you retreat today?"
Only then did Prince Minnan see him and said with a smile: "I thought who was farting, but it turned out to be the prefect!"
"Did you take the wrong medicine today? Are you worthy of asking for face from this prince?"
