Holding this fine flintlock short musket manufactured by the Mughal Dynasty in Dashendu, Shen Lie suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of suffocation, which made Shen Lie's face turn red.
Useless, humiliating...
Shen Lie was so depressed that he almost exploded.
As a Chinese citizen, he could accept losing to any dynasty in this world, but losing to body poison greatly stimulated Shen Lie.
Is it tolerable or not?
at this time.
Shen Lie then thought of those craftsmen from Tianjin Zuowei who had displayed great ambitions and superb skills during the Yongle period, and built the world's first ocean-going navy.
Now he has no clothes to cover his body and no food to eat...
The skill has long been lost.
Not to mention the shipbuilding skills, even the precious nautical charts left by Zheng He during his voyages to the West, the priceless treasures left by Emperor Yongle to future generations, have long since been wiped out.
When he thought of those extremely precious nautical charts and blueprints for building treasure ships that had disappeared during the Hongzhi period, Shen Lie felt so helpless that he almost vomited blood.
But there was nowhere to vent his frustration, which made Shen Lie feel like he was about to suffer from internal injuries, so he wanted to smash the musket on the spot.
In the end, Shen Lie couldn't help but lowered his head silently and put the musket silently into the wicker box.
Shen Lie sighed quietly: "That's all."
After all, it was bought with money.
It's a pity that it was smashed.
Unintentionally.
The anger and deep disgust shown by Shen Lie made Li Susu afraid to speak out. She didn't know or understand why Mr. Shen suddenly ran away after hearing the name of body poison.
a long time.
Shen Liecai calmed down the anger in his heart and asked calmly: "How much do you know about body poison?"
Li Susu breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a moment, and hurriedly told in a low voice what she had heard and heard during her travels over the years.
turn out to be……
This poison is not that of India. The Mughal Empire, which was founded less than fifty years ago, was a powerful dynasty established in India by Babur, a descendant of Timur in Mongolia.
After absorbing the essence of Western technology, this powerful dynasty is now in a period of rapid expansion and has millions of troops, including hundreds of thousands of the most elite and powerful Imperial Guards.
This powerful dynasty not only occupied the entire South Asian subcontinent, but also once captured the vast Central Asian regions of Afghanistan and Persia.
The tens of thousands of the most elite palace guard regiments in the entire Mughal Dynasty were similar to the Ottoman Dynasty. They spent a lot of money to introduce all flintlock muskets from Europe.
"Um……"
Shen Lie nodded, feeling a little more comfortable, but then he thought of the pitiful equipment of the Shenji Battalion of the Imperial Guards of the Ming Dynasty, and a sense of urgency arose spontaneously.
Our Ming Dynasty!
Is it worse than Türkiye or inferior to Indians?
Then think of those trolls on the Yushitai who are constantly criticizing the military honors, the soldiers of the border army, the Ming Dynasty’s capital camp, and the emperor, as well as the dignitaries who are intoxicated and dreaming all day long.
Shen Lie gritted his teeth in hatred!
Think about it.
Shen Lie turned to Li Susu and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, today's matter, the purchase of muskets... I have to trouble Miss Li to worry more."
Li Susu didn't dare to blame him, so she hurriedly said: "It doesn't matter, there are still several sources of this fire blunderbuss, I will look for it tomorrow, little girl."
Shen Lie lowered his head and said softly, "I'm sorry to bother you."
Li Susu responded: "The little girl doesn't dare."
Then the upper room of the inn became quiet.
Becoming quiet in the night.
Li Susu secretly looked at Master Shen with a pair of bright eyes, and she vaguely understood why Master Shen was so angry.
The Ming Dynasty, the fighting power of the nine-sided Ming army...
She knew it all too well.
"It is late."
As Shen Lie slowly stood up, picked up the rattan box, and said with some frustration: "Miss Li, please go to bed early."
Finished speaking.
Shen Lie opened the door and walked towards the other room next door. However, for some reason, his steady steps in the past were a little staggering now.
The door is closed.
Li Susu lowered her head and gritted her teeth.
A night of silence.
Another day passed in the blink of an eye.
night.
After a busy day.
Li Susu brought another big arms dealer. This time she brought several merchants from the Khanate wearing white robes and big beards.
I have another batch of self-made fire blunderbuss in hand, and a batch of matchlock guns that I need to sell urgently.
They are all 80% new in stock.
Looking at these merchants from the Khanate of Central Asia, Shen Lie's mouth twitched slightly again. After asking, he found out that these were horse traders from Kazakhstan, the Khanate of Central Asia.
After looking up and down, Shen Lie couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the Kazakh Khanate, thousands of miles away, was also equipped with flintlock muskets?
Since when did advanced flintlock muskets begin to proliferate in the world?
Is this a bad street?
Can be considered carefully.
Shen Lie thought of the novels he had read in those years, and of an advanced musket that appeared in the Ming Dynasty later, the famous Lumi Gun.
Historical records.
The Lupi Gun is a matchlock gun improved by the outstanding firearms developer Zhao Shizhen. The prototype is a matchlock gun paid tribute by the Turkish Rumi Kingdom.
Recorded clearly in black and white.
Lu Xi gun.
In the twenty-sixth year of Wanli, Zhao Shizhen asked Duosima, the envoy of the Lumi Kingdom, for advice on the structure and production methods of the Lumi muskets. After improvements, he made the "Lumi gun".
It can be seen that in this era, Turkey, India, and even the Central Asian Khanates were indeed equipped with a large number of advanced Western muskets.
It became quiet.
Shen Lie suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and began to bargain patiently with these Kazakh horse dealers. After some coercion and inducement.
Shen Lie slapped the tiger head bronze medal given to Qianhu Dongchang on the table, finally frightening these horse traders from Central Asia.
The price was finalized.
Shen Lie purchased from these arms dealers, including 80 self-generated fire guns of the Turkish Guards version, each priced at fifty taels.
There were 200 Lubi bird gun matchlocks, priced at 20 taels each, and 500 short guns, with a total price of 5,000 taels of silver.
But it is not easy to deliver such a large amount of smuggled arms.
This group of Central Asian horse dealers is so bold. Aren't they afraid that he, a notorious Dongchang Qianhu, has shady intentions and will take advantage of him?
It seems.
This group of people are not afraid of him.
Shen Lie was just wondering how to hand over this batch of arms so that both parties could feel at ease.
A middle-aged scholar wearing fine brocade and waving a folding fan walked into the upper room. The scholar with a Shaanxi accent bowed to Shen Lie and showed a mysterious smile.
Then, as if by magic, he took out a greeting card from his sleeve.
Shen Lie took the invitation and looked at it doubtfully. A cold light flashed in his eyes. The signature was written clearly and clearly.
This scholar turned out to be the chief steward of the deputy commander-in-chief of Ningxia in the Ming Dynasty, and now the deputy commander-in-chief of Ningxia in the Ming Dynasty was called Kuai Bai. This Kuai Bai turned out to be a Tatar and the leader of a large Tatar tribe.
"oh……"
Shen Lie suddenly realized.
No wonder people are not afraid of him, a Dongchang with thousands of households. This backstage is really tough. In the eyes of this group of people, a mere Dongchang is really not enough!
But at this moment.
again.
Shen Lie felt that he had been struck by a thunderbolt. He couldn't believe his eyes. Is the deputy commander-in-chief of Ningxia in the Ming Dynasty a Tatar?
