Shulot looked at the sky, the eagle soared, and there were many prospects for the lofty future. To turn the prospects into reality requires effective planning and down-to-earth progress.
Thinking of this, he waved to Esco and asked again about the production capacity of soil saltpeter on Tianhuo Island, which was actually the production capacity of gunpowder.
There are continuous volcanic mountains to the east and west of the Alliance, including many natural sulfur mines. The Popocatepetl volcano in the Eastern Mountains is the most active, where it borders the Tlaxcala people and is rich in sulfur and obsidian. It relies on the mountain people's
In terms of collection, the Alliance is not short of sulfur.
Not long ago, Xiulote personally designed the charcoal earthen kiln. According to the report from the charcoal worker leader Koscach, after the completion of the first batch of earthen kilns, the latest charcoal production rate has reached 35%, and will soon reach 40%.
Therefore, for the Mexican Union, the only constraint on mass production of gunpowder was soil saltpeter.
Shulot looked at Esco who was becoming more and more respectful and asked in a deep voice.
"Esco, how is the nitrate hoarding going now?"
Esco replied with a smile, he was full of confidence on this point.
"Your Highness, now I have mobilized hundreds of salt workers and thousands of people, and the saltpeter collected every day is piled up like a mountain. The daily consumption of saltpeter is only two to three thousand kilograms. At this consumption rate, it is enough to last for several months.
It can even be used until the end of the year.”
Shulot thought for a moment and shook his head slightly.
"Esco, you still have to hurry up and collect! In March, it will become difficult to collect nitrate soil, and the nitrate content in the soil will drop significantly. And once it starts to rain, there will be no hope in the saline-alkali land. Remember to dispatch
Manpower, go explore the caves in the mountains and forests and look for places where bats gather. There should also be a lot of saltpeter there!"
Esco bowed his head and accepted the order. Shulot calculated in his mind again and shook his head with emotion.
The current output of soil salt on the island is only more than 100 kilograms per day and more than 3,000 kilograms per month. When blended into standard gunpowder, the monthly output is 4,000 kilograms, and the annual output is tens of thousands of kilograms. Ten rockets require at least one kilogram of gunpowder.
, one shot of caltrops costs three to four kilograms, and one wooden cannon cost close to ten kilograms. The alliance's three-month gunpowder output can only produce 30,000 vertical rockets, and 800 rounds of caltrops can be used to produce three to five shots.
Hundred-shot wooden cannon.
This number sounds like a lot, but in fact it is only enough for a large-scale battle. If it is a siege, the gunpowder consumed will be doubled. Loss, loss, and misfire are not included here. Generally speaking, the non-combat use of gunpowder is
The loss will also be more than 20 to 30%.
Shulot recalled the history and reality. In this era of the rise of gunpowder weapons, the Ming Dynasty should have the highest gunpowder output, with an annual output of at least several million jins, followed by the Ottomans, also with an annual output of one million jins. As for the emerging
In Spain, the annual output of gunpowder is only about 100,000 kilograms, but the production capacity is growing rapidly.
There were six gunpowder factory bureaus established in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, especially Wang Gong Factory, which is the most famous, leaving a puzzling mystery in later generations. "Every five days, the three major camps in Beijing received a total of more than 3,000 kilograms of gunpowder." Wang Gong Factory
The daily production of gunpowder is at least 600 kilograms, and there are thirty to fifty craftsmen and dozens of civilian workers. The production efficiency is obviously far higher than that of the alliance.
The Ottoman Empire was also building a large number of gunpowder workshops to meet the huge war consumption. As early as the Battle of the Castle in 1453, in more than a month, the besieging party's ordinary artillery consumed 50,000 to 60,000 kilograms of gunpowder and fired about
5,000 rounds of artillery shells. The terrifying Urban Cannon requires hundreds of kilograms of gunpowder per cannon. It can shoot 500 kilograms of artillery shells 1 mile away. It can take several hours to load and requires dozens of people to load the shells together.
One year later, in 1484, Fernando of the Kingdom of Spain would set up kingdom ordnance factories in Seville and Cordoba. Subsequently, in the siege of Malaga in 1487, dozens of artillery were used to continuously bombard the castle several times.
Month. Soon, Spain will become the country that produces the most gunpowder in Catholic Europe. And as the Spanish "Grand Square" matures, it will also have the largest number of musketeers.
"Esco, the current daily output of soil salt salt is only more than 100 jins, which is really too low! I will mobilize a group of salt workers for you. In a month, the daily output will be more than 200 jins!"
Shulot issued a serious order and once again requested that the output be doubled.
Esco's face turned bitter. He lowered his head, thought for a moment, and replied frankly.
"Your Highness, the preparation of soil saltpeter requires more than just experienced salt workers! It takes thousands of people to collect saltpeter soil, and boiling saltpeter requires a large amount of firewood and fodder. This also requires manpower to cut and collect, and also sends people to collect plant ash in the capital.
...If you want to double the output, you will have to recruit at least hundreds of thousands more people to provide enough tools and food."
After hearing this, Shulot thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
"I will allocate another group of civilian workers to you. Let the nitrate salt workers learn from each other and exchange experiences. They still have a lot of room for improvement. In addition, encourage exploration! If you find a way to increase production capacity, reward it first and then popularize it.
Come on!"
Esco fell to the ground and accepted the order. He endured the pain of the wound, gritted his teeth secretly, and felt cruel in his heart. In the distance, Moreno, the leader of the salt workers, shivered violently, with a confused look on his face.
At present, just to maintain this saltpeter and gunpowder workshop, it has actually occupied two to three thousand manpower and stationed hundreds of warriors, which has greatly reduced the output of the large salt field. At the same time, it also needs a steady stream of food to support the military.
The R&D and application of science and technology will continue to consume national power, and this cannot be solved by just one person.
Thinking of this, the young man sighed. The development of productivity is the foundation of social progress. In this era, productivity is metal tools... Tarasco's copper mine is bound to be won!
After inspecting Skyfire Island, he left new orders. Then, Shulot looked at Thalea again and waved. The potter girl lowered her head slightly and approached obediently like a deer.
Shulot looked at Talea's beautiful side face and remained silent. The continuous coincidences and contacts left some ripples in the young man's heart. But the ripples would soon subside. In his heart, they still only yearned for each other.
, the girl in white who has made a lifelong promise.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The young man thought of the dangers of gunpowder preparation, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke.
"Talaiya, there will be some danger here. Do you want to go back to the High Priest's Palace with me?"
Hearing this, Talaya raised her head, her eyes lit up, and then she saw His Highness's calm eyes. She slowly lowered her head again, letting her long hair flow freely.
"Your Highness, are things here important to you?"
Shulot was stunned for a moment. He looked at the dark eyes of the potter girl and was inexplicably touched.
"Yes, the production of gunpowder is important to the alliance. But if you are not careful here, your life will be in danger."
Talea raised her head again and looked at His Highness silently. She recalled how excited she was when she first entered the palace, how alienated His Highness was after entering the palace, the majestic dispatch of the high priest, and his noble fiancée... The potter girl sipped hard
He pursed his lips.
"Your Highness, I want to stay here and be responsible for the production of gunpowder for you!"
Shulot was stunned for a moment, this answer was unexpected.
"You want to stay here?"
Talea nodded slightly and answered softly.
"Yes I do."
Shulot looked into Talea's eyes again. There was a certain determination in those bright eyes, just like when she sold pottery bowls for an increase in price when they met for the first time. This time, the potter girl really left a mark in his heart.
Leaves traces.
The young man lowered his eyes slightly, then opened them again quickly. He nodded calmly.
"Very good! Next, you have to experiment with different gunpowder formula ratios and study methods to purify sulfur. The most important thing is to find processing steps to increase the power of gunpowder. Do it well, and the alliance will not treat you badly!
Remember, there must be no open flames in the workshop, and try not to participate in the mixing yourself. I will send the priestess to teach you how to read and write, and record important experimental results. There must be no loss of gunpowder in the inventory!"
Shulot looked serious and ordered sternly.
Hearing the cold voice, Talea nodded silently and pursed her lips again.
Shulot watched silently for a moment, then turned around, leaving behind a soft voice of concern and a figure worth relying on.
"Remember to be careful and take care of yourself~"
After saying that, the young man hurriedly left again and boarded the big boat he came from. The potter's girl's eyes shone slightly, and she stood on tiptoe again, folded her white hands and put them on her heart. Then, she watched His Highness leave.
direction, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Bertard looked calm and watched this scene. Seeing the young man leaving in a hurry, he smiled slightly, nodded kindly to Talea, and followed with the warriors. After thinking for a moment, Esko also asked
Talea saluted and bowed her head in greeting.
The sun was setting in the west, casting golden light. As we sailed on Lake Texcoco, the lake light shone on our faces, reflecting light and dark lights, and the long wind ruffled our clothes and ruffled our hearts.
The big boat moved forward, and Shulot stood alone on the bow. He looked at the busy interlacing boats in front of him, sailing towards the long river and fields in the north, just like the intertwined thoughts. After a moment, he thought of the girl in white, and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth,
His expression also calmed down. After thinking for a moment, the young man finally had some doubts.
Shulot turned his head and looked at the loyal warrior captain.
"Bertard, the formula of gunpowder is the alliance's top secret. You mobilize some of your followers to go there and strengthen the security there again."
Bertard nodded calmly, indicating that he would take note of it.
Shulot thought for a while and asked directly.
"Bertard, when I was drawing and calculating, why was Talaya carrying the ink for me? Shouldn't it have been you at the beginning?"
The warrior commander smiled awkwardly, his face calm.
"Your Highness, since the girl you like is present and she is from the palace, it is naturally more appropriate to leave this matter to her. Do you want me, a warrior with strong arms and legs, to accompany you?"
Shulot shook his head slightly and sighed. Although he was not particularly smart, he had a keen mind and was good at reflecting after the fact.
"Botard, you! I didn't have much affection for her originally, and the last contact was just by chance... But you took her back to your house, and today you let her stay with you. The gunpowder was successfully developed, and I was excited for a moment.
..”
The young man defended softly, as if he was trying to convince himself.
Bertard interrupted promptly.
"Your Highness, now you have held my hand, hugged me, and pushed you to the ground. If you don't accept me as a concubine, is it possible that you can be betrothed to someone else? Montezuma I had hundreds of concubines and gave birth to hundreds of children.
God-born warrior!"
Hearing this, Shulot sighed again, feeling inexplicably distressed. Then, he glared at the loyal warrior chief and shouted in anger.
"Bertard, stop talking. If we are not relatives, why are you so attentive? You talk so much that you are like an old matchmaker in the capital city on the lake!"
After saying that, Shulot turned his head and looked at the lake, his mood rising and falling slightly like the lake. After a long time, he thought of the lovely Alyssa again, feeling guilty and distressed.
Bertard smiled slightly and stood calmly behind the young man, his face changed again. His mind was far away, and he smiled silently to himself.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, although the princess is good, she was born in the clouds and is the highest divine descendant. You are the hope of our common people, how can you become as ruthless as the divine descendants? You have a commoner mother, and you have always regarded hierarchy.
Yu Wuwu will definitely be able to accept a wife from a commoner. And even if she is a concubine, she can still have a future..."
Thinking of this, Bertard held his chest quietly, making sure that his loyalty to His Highness had never changed, so he smiled again.
Shulot stared blankly into the distance, his eyes following the boats on the lake, coming and going at will. After a moment, the young man's eyes focused, and all the boats were heading north.
"Bertard, what day is it today? Why are all these boats heading north?"
The warrior captain looked at the lake, and boats were noisily heading north together. On the boats there were nobles in gorgeous clothes, priests in robes and crowns, warriors discussing eagerly, and excited businessmen and farmers. Bertard thought for a moment,
After asking the samurai on board the ship, I finally got the answer.
"Your Highness, today is the day when the Otomi captives arrive in the capital! They are accompanied by a group of priests and thousands of warriors, as well as dozens of large boats filled with property. The people of the capital have been waiting for a long time!"
Shulot thought for a moment and then remembered the dispatched group of Ugel priests. He nodded and asked the fleet to change direction.
The fleet moved forward quickly, crossing the sparkling lake. The surrounding boats respectfully gave way, and on the right was the spectacular causeway. Along the causeway and bypassing most of the capital, the navy fleet returning south appeared in great force.
In front of the young man's eyes.
Thousands of warriors were dressed in costumes. They stood on the boats, waving shields and long sticks, and greeted the war roars of the people around them. On the thousands of boats and the long embankment, tens of thousands of villagers responded with enthusiastic cheers.
They waved their hands and their voices shook the world. They celebrated the legion's victory, welcomed the fleet's triumph, and looked forward to the upcoming festival!
As they sailed along the current, villagers kept coming by boat, with endless cheers. In the center of the fleet controlled by the warriors, more than a thousand Otomi nobles were trembling with fear, as if they had entered the palace of a strange god.
Kingdom, losing the belonging of soul and body.
At the forefront of the fleet returning to the south is a huge canoe with a several-meter-high altar built on it. The priest and elder Wu Geer sits high on the altar. He has a stone crown and robes, and has a slightly sturdy figure.
, waved majestically to all directions, enjoying the joy of thousands of people cheering!
Xiulote calmly watched everything in front of him. "I resigned from the lower palace and came from Qin." What will be waiting for these noble prisoners? After thinking for a moment, the young man shook his head and turned the bow of the boat towards the capital.
Go.
Two days later, the capital city in the lake burst into joy again, hundreds of thousands of people gathered and sang, and the New Year Festival officially began!
This chapter has been completed!