The first flat-bottomed boat carried a dozen Portuguese soldiers who had come to Beijing to face the Holy Spirit, and a total of three thousand Portuguese-made matchlocks.
Naturally, this was bought to re-dress the Shenji Camp.
What was unloaded from the second official ship was the famous Fran machine gun, which numbered more than thirty. These guns were of different sizes and calibers. One mother gun was equipped with seven or eight child guns.
The larger ones are equipped with artillery carriages, while the smaller ones are provided for individual soldiers.
Shen Lie, who saw this kind of breech-loaded artillery for the first time, bent down, picked up a small cannon as thick as a bowl, weighed it, and couldn't help but admire it.
"What a good thing!"
Made of bronze!
It must have been very expensive.
According to Shen Lie's knowledge, the range of this kind of breech-loaded smoothbore artillery is actually not very far, only about five hundred to one thousand meters, and the projectiles fired are not heavy.
It only weighs about half a kilogram.
But it is very lightweight.
The one in his hand has the smallest caliber, weighs about thirty or forty kilograms, can be easily carried by an adult, and is a breech-loaded cannon with a fast firing rate.
in this era.
This thing is definitely the king of infantry support firepower!
Shen Lie couldn't put it down for this little cannon.
Tsk tsk in admiration.
so.
After going through a long war to quell the Japanese pirates, the Daming firearms in this period of ten thousand years and nine years are really not weak, so...
What was the problem with the Ming army later?
Think about it.
Shen Lie probably had a vague judgment in his mind. It was probably at the end of the Wanli Dynasty that the treatment of the Ming army was too miserable.
People's hearts are scattered.
Something moved in my heart.
Shen Lie held a small bronze Franco machine cannon in his arms and smiled at Li Rusong: "Oh, Mr. Li..."
The words haven't been spoken yet.
Li Rusong Mr. Li was already alert, rolled his eyes and said, "What do you want from a hundred households in Dongchang...don't talk too much!"
Shen Lie was stunned.
Somewhat embarrassing.
My heart says, why did you refuse me before I even opened my mouth?
I can't blame Mr. Li for his sarcasm.
What kind of yamen is Dongchang today? It is nothing more than a combination of public security and urban management. At best, it has the attributes of a six-door office.
That's all.
The artillery provided by Dongchang Baihu is indeed a bit outrageous.
Seeing Shen Lie, he was speechless.
Li Rusong straightened his expression and said mockingly: "You can destroy hundreds of households in the East Factory. In my opinion... a few knives and a few iron rulers are enough."
Shen Lie was speechless.
"Hey...what's the word?"
Who do you look down on?
Shen Lie still refused to give up, and a smile appeared on his heroic face, and he defended: "That's not what you said. Isn't my Dongchang still in charge of inspecting smuggling? Aren't there pirates outside Tianjin Wei? What if? My people encounter Japanese pirates or something, how can I withstand someone who doesn't take advantage of them?"
Li Rusong kept shaking his head: "No, there are no Japanese pirates around these days. If you want...just write a statement and ask the emperor for an edict."
When Shen Lie saw his resolute attitude, he had no choice but to give up.
After a while.
Shen Lie still refused to give up, so he begged again: "Can you please tell the emperor when you return to Beijing and ask if you can send some of the tiger squatting cannons that were replaced by the Shenji Battalion this time."
Li Rusong reluctantly responded: "Then... okay."
Seeing that he agreed so reluctantly.
Shen Lie put down the cannon angrily and muttered in a low voice: "Your Shenji Battalion is amazing, Yulin Army, you are eating the royal food, just wait!"
"When I have money...hehe."
When I get rich, every hundred households in Dongchang under my command will be equipped with a small bronze cannon.
No!
That requires two people, one for training and one for suppressing bandits.
The two murmured for a while.
When the sky became slightly brighter, a large number of water transport troops left the dock under the leadership of Li Rusong, escorting the arms and slowly set off towards the capital.
Farewell is imminent.
The two brothers hugged each other's fists, said goodbye to each other, and then went their separate ways.
Watching the team escorting the arms disappear into the distance.
Shen Lie also got on his horse.
Return the way you came.
In the blink of an eye, it was two days later.
Shen Lie still didn't wait for Qi Shuai's letter. Instead, the emperor sent twenty muskets, a tiger squat cannon, and a private letter.
This was an unexpected surprise.
Among hundreds of households.
Shen Lie first looked at the neatly arranged matchlock guns in the box. They were from the same batch purchased by the Shenji Battalion, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
This is called the mighty grace of the emperor!
immediately.
Shen Lie looked at the rusty tiger crouching iron cannon again, then shook his head and sighed: "Let's make do with it for now."
Pig iron cannon.
I don't know if it can be used yet, I'm afraid it will explode if I touch it.
But that’s all it can do.
no matter what.
Now his Dongchang Hundred Household Office can be regarded as strong and strong.
Tell people to put away these muskets and cannons.
Shen Lie then opened the emperor's private message and read it. In the private message, a well-organized small Chinese calligraphy came into view, and the words were quite fervent.
What was said in the letter was nothing more than the short-livedness of the parents, as if young people were talking to each other without restraint, and it was also like the teasing and joking between children who had not seen each other for many years.
Shen Lie's heart was filled with excitement as he watched.
at this time.
Wang Hu knocked on the door gently outside: "Sir, Qi Shuai sent someone here."
Shen Lie was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "Please come quickly!"
It seems.
The matter of proposing marriage is coming to an end!
As a young Zhejiang soldier quickly approached the official hall, calling himself Mr. Shen, he took out a private letter from his sleeve and handed it over.
Shen Lie felt happy again.
Open private message.
Looking at the scrawled calligraphy in the letter, the smile on Shen Lie's face froze, as if someone had tapped his acupoints.
His expression gradually became serious.
Qi Shuai did not mention his marriage to Zhang Jingxiu in his letter, but secretly conveyed a very shocking news to him.
"The Grand Master is ill... he is bedridden... Please stay calm for a moment."
Look at this scrawled handwriting.
A thunderbolt seemed to light up in my mind.
The blood on Shen Lie's face gradually faded, he hugged his fists towards the person who sent the message, and said softly: "Thank you brother... Wang Hu... for watching."
Then he clutched the letter tightly and walked into the inner house.
What is supposed to come will eventually come.
After a while.
Inner house.
Shen Lie carefully informed Zhang Jingxiu about Zhang Juzheng's illness, and she immediately panicked and collapsed like that.
Shen Lie quickly hugged her and comforted her with a few words: "Don't panic, don't panic, calm down."
Looking at the sweetheart who has not yet met her, she sheds tears.
At this moment, there is no one left.
Shen Lie quickly helped her sit down on the bed, watching her shed tears, and slowly walked around the house, thinking.
turn out to be.
Did Zhang Juzheng fall ill at the turn of summer and autumn in the ninth year of Wanli?
The bad news came so suddenly.
This made Shen Lie feel a little depressed, and after a moment of pondering, he said decisively: "I'll ask someone to prepare the horse. Yun'er, you pack your bags. Let's... return to Beijing immediately!"
A somewhat panicked Yun'er hurriedly responded.
Shen Lie hurriedly walked out.
In the quiet inner house.
My daughter’s house was filled with sobbing sounds that couldn’t stop.