The city of Wuyou was full of the smell of bloodshed, but suddenly there was a little bit of cold fragrance that hit people. Does the flower know what it means?
On the Wuyou City side, King Zhenbei was fighting on the front line, and the Shengjing side was also extremely busy.
Everything needed on the front line was dispatched by Shengjing. Bei Mingyou, who was responsible for making guns and cannons, was almost exhausted.
The Rakshasa Kingdom, the Nile Kingdom, and now the Later Qin Kingdom, the three big countries have joined forces to besiege the twenty-seven cities in the north of their town. With such a huge disparity in military strength, if you want to win this battle, you must defeat these three countries.
To defeat Zhenbei, if you rely on conventional weapons such as swords to kill people, your chances of winning are too small. You must rely on top-notch weapons such as guns and cannons.
Therefore, Bei Mingyou has almost become the key to whether Zhenbei can win this battle.
In the Shengjing Arsenal.
"Boss, you go and take a rest. You look like you are about to collapse." The person in charge of the musket side watched Bei Mingyou lose weight rapidly in the past few days, his eyes were bloodshot, and he walked
They were all swaying, and they couldn't help but feel distressed.
Waving his hand, Bei Minyou shook his head in refusal: "I still want to see the batch of parts shipped from Hou Qin. I don't have time to rest. Please speed up."
Ziyu is not here, but he, the boss, is in charge of everything. How can he rest at this time?
Bei Mingyou felt that he had grown up almost overnight. He must do all he could to produce powerful firearms and help his father win this battle.
Taking a deep breath, shaking his groggy head, Bei Minyou walked towards the outside of the arsenal on his broken legs.
"Boss, boss, there are some Persian foreigners outside looking for you." At this moment, a guard from an arsenal ran in.
Why did the Persian foreigners come to see him at this time? Bei Mingyou frowned, he didn't have the time to see them now.
"No." He waved his hand directly, and Bei Mingyou took a step to walk out.
"But boss, they said they came to do business with Boss Qin. They came here from the palace. They brought many big boxes with them. They also said that a large number of them are still behind." The guard stretched out his hand and circled his head. There were so many
The goods, and they belong to Boss Qin, are they really missing?
Boss Qin? Did he find his sister-in-law Ziyu? Or did he find them from his family? Is it possible that the foreigner is familiar with them?
Bei Mingyou stopped.
What kind of business do the Persian foreigners want to do with Ziyu? It seems that Ziyu has no business at all with this Persian...
Ah, yes, Ziyu has a business with these Persian foreigners. Suddenly an idea flashed in Bei Mingyou's mind, and he remembered it. He remembered it.
Bei Mingyou's tired face suddenly shone brightly, and Bei Mingyou's face almost turned red with excitement. All his energy returned, and he jumped up vigorously, rushing out like a small cannonball: "Hurry up, welcome people
Come in, my ancestors, you have come at the right time."
Ancestors... Persian foreigners are the ancestors of the little prince in Zhenbei? The guard was shocked.
"Go find Commander Fang Yi, hurry up, hurry up..." The excited howls were still in the air, but Bei Mingyou's figure had disappeared from the door.
Persian ancestors, when you come here at this time, you must have heard the voice of your God, it must be.