The heavy machine gun fire lasted for half a minute.
It wasn't until Zhang Jimeng shouted to stop that the engineer controlling the machine gun finally stopped.
The gunfire like exploding beans suddenly stopped, and my ears were still a little uncomfortable.
When Chongzhen looked down at Zhu Hechen in his arms, he found that the little guy didn't feel any discomfort or stage fright. He was actually there clapping his little hands and cheering.
Zhu Hecheng even begged Chongzhen to do it again.
How could Chongzhen refuse such a request? The reason why he brought Zhu Hechen to test the gun today was originally to give the emperor's eldest grandson some courage, so Chongzhen readily agreed.
"Zhang Qing, the emperor's grandson has issued an order to do it again."
"Yes." Zhang Jimeng immediately signaled the engineer to load the bullet.
The engineer immediately took out a 200-round metal bullet chain from another iron box.
A moment later, gunshots sounded like exploding beans again at the test firing range at the foot of Qingliang Mountain.
This time, Zhang Jimeng did not shout to stop, but waited until all the metal bullet chains were fired, and then pressed the stopwatch.
Chongzhen asked: "Zhang Qing, how much time did it take?"
Zhang Jimeng looked at the stopwatch and replied: "Your Majesty, it took a total of fifty-eight seconds."
"Fifty-eight seconds, almost a minute." Chongzhen said with a smile, "One minute knocks out two hundred bullets from a magazine. Does this mean that the actual rate of fire is nearly two hundred rounds per minute?"
Such a rate of fire is already quite powerful.
You must know that this is the seventeenth century, only the middle of the seventeenth century!
Zhang Jimeng was still a little dissatisfied: "Your Majesty, I will go back and improve it again. The rate of fire should be able to be increased. It should not be a problem to increase it to 300 points per minute."
"Okay, you can go back and improve it slowly." Chongzhen nodded and said, "However, even a rate of fire of two hundred rounds per minute is enough. Please quickly hand over the drawings to the arsenal."
After speaking, Chongzhen turned to Zhan Yangzhi and told Zhan Yangzhi: "The arsenal must step up production and produce at least one hundred heavy machine guns before the end of this year."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the arsenal will never disgrace its orders." Zhan Yangzhi said for sure.
Nowadays, Zhan Yangzhi's back is also hardened, because the scale of the Ming Arsenal has long been different from what it used to be. The current annual output value of the Ming Arsenal has reached tens of millions of yuan.
You know, one yuan in the Ming Dynasty was equivalent to one tael of silver.
Before the 17th year of Chongzhen, the annual income of the Ming Dynasty was only 20 million yuan.
"I can rest assured, Qing Zhan, in your work." Chongzhen said happily, "After these one hundred heavy machine guns are built, they will be handed over to the headquarters immediately. The war in Central Asia is not going well, and these heavy machine guns are urgently needed."
While they were talking, Lu Jiude came in and reported, "Long live Lord, the Golden Supervisor has arrived."
"Jin Xuan has arrived in Nanjing? He came just in time." Chongzhen nodded happily and said, "Let him in quickly."
Not long after, Jin Xuan arrived at the gun test site and bowed to Chongzhen in accordance with the new etiquette of the Ming Dynasty officialdom.
After sending away Zhan Yangzhi and Zhang Jimeng, Chongzhen took Jin Xuan back to his palace. Well, the so-called palace was actually just an ordinary small villa at the foot of Qingliang Mountain.
There are thousands of such small villas in Nanjing.
These small villas were all built by Sun Shouting's Daming Construction Workshop. They are a new type of building that mixes reinforced concrete frames and civil structures. Anyway, they are very popular among the dignitaries and gentry in Nanjing. This can be regarded as an unintentional intervention by Chongzhen, because he
His personal preferences actually sparked a wave of villa trends.
"Jin Qing, do you know why I asked you to come?"
"You probably know something about the war in Central Asia not going well?"
"It's not that it's not going well, it's that it's very unsatisfactory. King Ding is in trouble."
Chongzhen had expected that Zhu Cijiong would encounter trouble in Central Asia.
What kind of place is Central Asia? It has been the graveyard of empires since ancient times.
Historically, except for the Mongol Empire that briefly conquered Central Asia, others like the Tang Empire, the Persian Empire, the British Empire, the Red Soviet Union, and even Amexink all fell into disgrace in Central Asia.
The reason is also very simple. The transportation in Central Asia is too congested, and the religions and ethnic groups are too complex. Therefore, it is difficult to truly conquer Central Asia using pure military means.
It's not enough to rely on killing. The Mongols killed a lot of people in Central Asia.
At that time, the Mongolian army marched westward, with no chance of destroying the country and killing countless people. The heads fell one after another, but they were unable to wipe out the Central Asian indigenous people.
Human life is very fragile, so fragile that it can kill a person by cutting off his head with a knife.
But human life is very tenacious. When human beings gather into a group, they become extremely tenacious. This is also the main reason why human beings can defeat many ferocious beasts and dominate the world.
Genocide is extremely difficult. It took two hundred years for the American cowboys to exterminate the Indians.
What Chongzhen wanted was to unify writing and culture. If possible, it would be best to unify language. As for genocide, he really never thought about it, because China only cares about culture, not blood.
Because bloodline is really nothing worth showing off. Whose ancestors have not been rich? Going back to the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors period, whose ancestors have not been emperors? We are all descendants of the Yanhuang. Chiyou and the Yellow Emperor are both brothers from the same mother.
Jiuli Tribe and Huang Yanhuang Tribe are basically the same family.
Therefore, simply relying on killing cannot solve the problem.
Even if the railway is built in the future, it will still not last long.
The real solution to the problem is cultural and religious integration and assimilation.
Jin Xuan said: "May I ask Your Majesty, what kind of enemies did King Ding encounter on the battlefield in Central Asia? What do you need me to do? Do you want me to lead the students from Bei Jian to support?"
"That's right, we need students from the North Prison to come and support us." Chongzhen nodded and said, "But not now. This time I asked you to come to Nanjing. I just want to talk to you about this matter in person."
"Your Majesty, I am listening." Jin Xuan nodded seriously and said, "What do you need me to do?"
Unlike other ministers, Jin Xuan truly believed in his heart that Chongzhen was an unparalleled holy emperor, so he had no guarantee of recognition and trust in Chongzhen. Whatever Chongzhen asked him to do, he would do it without hesitation. Of course, until now, Chongzhen
Everything he did was unpalatable to Jin Xuan, including the purpose of running the Imperial College in Beijing.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Chongzhen said: "That's what it is. After you return to Beijing, you will personally select a group of students with flexible minds, and then find someone who can speak Turkic and is familiar with Central Asia."
A geography teacher who teaches students Turkic language and the geography of Central Asia."
"Understood, I will go back and take care of it now." After Jin Xuan finished speaking, he was about to stand up and leave, but was stopped by Chongzhen again.
"Jin Qing, don't leave in a hurry." Chongzhen said with a smile, "We have already returned to Nanjing. Why not go home first? Your wife came to me to complain. She is busy with important national affairs.
You can't leave your small family behind, so hurry up and go home to see your wife, or else my spine will really be slaughtered."
After sending Jin Xuan away, Chongzhen asked again: "Lu Banban, Master Xingzheng hasn't arrived yet?"
"In reply to Long Live Master, it's not yet here." Lu Jiude said respectfully, "But calculating the time, it should be soon. After all, the railway from Luoyang to Xuzhou has been opened to traffic. Master Xingzheng can take the train to Nanjing, at most three
Five days is enough."
While they were talking, a young eunuch ran in and reported: "Long live Lord, Master Xingzheng, the abbot of Shaolin, has arrived."
"Say the abbot, and the abbot is here. What a coincidence." Chongzhen laughed and said quickly, "Please come in quickly, Master Xingzheng."
Master Xingzheng was quickly brought in, and he made a special gesture with his hands.
Chongzhen smiled and waved his hand and said: "Master Xingzheng, we parted ways in Songshan in the 18th year of Chongzhen's reign. We haven't seen each other for five years, and you look even younger."
"Amitabha." Master Xingzheng proclaimed the name of the Buddha, and then asked straight to the point, "The Holy Master announced that the poor monk came to Nanjing. I wonder what the reason is?"
"If it's okay, why can't I come and chat with you and talk about Buddhism?"
Chongzhen pointed at Master Xingzheng and said with a smile: "Master, you have a problem with me."
"The Holy Spirit is serious." Master Xingzheng said, "Monks have nothing in the four elements, so how can they be troubled by the four sufferings such as greed, anger, and ignorance."
"No, Master, you definitely have a problem with me." Chongzhen said seriously, "You are still angry that I sent troops to cut down all the centuries-old trees in Shaolin Temple, but only gave me twenty taels of silver and two hundred kilograms of rice as alms."
Master Xingzheng only proclaimed "Afo Buddha" this time, but secretly said in his heart, "You still have the nerve to mention it?"
You are the emperor, but for the sesame oil donation, you only gave me twenty taels of silver and two hundred catties of old rice. The two hundred catties of old rice were also mixed with so much rat droppings and sand that my teeth almost fell out.
Chongzhen sighed and said: "Master, don't blame me. I was really poor at that time. Those twenty taels of silver and two hundred kilograms of old rice were plucked from the mouths of the frontline soldiers. It's true."
Then, without waiting for Master Xingzheng to speak, Chongzhen continued: "However, I always remember the kindness of the Shaolin Temple in my heart. If the Shaolin Temple had not allowed the army to station at the risk of being discovered by the slave builders, the bandits in Tongguan would have fought.
If we lose, if the bandits were destroyed at that time, Ming Dynasty might not be able to withstand it."
"The Holy Spirit is serious, this is what Shaolin Temple should do." Master Xingzheng's face looked better.
"Shaolin Temple can ask for nothing in return, but I can't be ignorant." Chongzhen straightened his face and said, "Before this, I have been thinking about how to repay Shaolin Temple, but I have never been able to find an appropriate way. But now,
I have found a way to repay Shaolin Temple, that is, in the name of the Ming Dynasty, I will donate to the world and promote Mahayana Buddhism."
Chongzhen had already figured out that if he wanted to occupy and rule Central Asia for a long time, he must start with religion and culture.
Religion takes the lower-class route, while culture takes the upper-class elite route. Only a two-pronged approach can achieve long-term peace and stability.
