In particular, even if the artillery is actually released, the production capacity can be imagined.
Thunderbolt cars still have value.
"Today is the fourteenth experiment of Zhentian Lei. Your Majesty, please move on." Wu Ping led the way.
Lantian Camp has more than just one camp. After so many years of development, it has become a small town. The walls made of rammed earth are no worse than ordinary city walls.
In a small school yard on the side of the camp, a group of craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry were busy.
Li Xingchen saw a few black iron balls placed in the school field at the first glance. He knew without thinking that these should be thunderbolts. Obviously the Ministry of Industry was not sure about the power and size of these iron balls, so there were some big and some small.
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Wu Ping and Li Xingchen stood still at a distance, while the craftsmen who had received the order had already started to light the fire.
The power of black powder is not great, but these guys also know that if these things are put together too much, no one knows what will happen, so they still very carefully use a rope to light the fire from a distance, and the flames burn quickly.
Soon after, a "bang!" sound came from the school field.
The smallest thunderbolt was ignited and exploded, breaking into four or five pieces, and a small crater appeared on the ground.
Followed by the second and third
Thunderbolts exploded one after another, and the entire school seemed to be shaking slightly in the explosion.
Li Xingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, this was much better than he imagined.
At least all the thunderbolts were ignited, and the craters and blackened marks on the ground told Li Xingchen that the explosion was quite powerful.
Without waiting for Wu Ping's instructions, the craftsmen rushed into the field. It was obvious that today was a rare complete success. They excitedly picked up the still hot pieces, laughed and hugged each other.
"Success!"
Li Xingchen stood there looking at the excited people, feeling a little emotional.
The scene in front of me seemed familiar.
Once upon a time, those who guarded the sky of the Republic laughed and cheered like this when they looked at the mushroom cloud rising in the desert.
For these craftsmen, this big man has obviously given them a sense of belonging, so when they can invent such a powerful weapon to protect the big man, they are only excited.
"How long until Zhentian Lei is mass-produced?" Li Xingchen asked.
"Within half a year." Wu Ping replied guessingly.
"Okay," Li Xingchen nodded, "Within half a year!"
"No!" Wu Ping solemnly raised his hand.
If Zhentianlei could maintain today's quality, mass production would be possible now, not to mention half a year, so Wu Ping was not worried about running out of time.
Li Xingchen did not disturb the cheering craftsmen and turned around to leave.
These people have already recognized their profession and their efforts, so they will complete their own work without any further encouragement from Li Xingchen. When Zhentianlei is mass-produced, that is, after they really succeed, Li Xingchen will not
I don't mind coming forward to award them.
But at least not now.
People can't be too proud.
Just as Wu Ping was about to send Li Xingchen away, the craftsmen had already rushed over. They did not notice His Majesty leaving quietly, but surrounded Wu Ping, stretched out his hands, lifted him up, and threw him into the sky.
When Li Xingchen walked to the door and turned around, Wu Ping was thrown into the sky for the second time.
When the craftsmen of the Han Dynasty cheered and celebrated their success, Yu Wenshu's hands were trembling on the top of Luochuan City under the setting sun.
The Battle of Luoshui not long ago was a nightmare for him.
Yu Wenshu was an atheist, and he was not interested in saying a few words to either the Jade Emperor or the Buddha of the West.
But now he misses Nao Niu Nao very much, hoping that they can come down to earth to help him defeat the enemy's Thunder God and Lightning Girl.
However, God did not seem to intend to give him this opportunity. When the Han army advanced to Luochuan City, there was still no intention of showing up.
The sky was gloomy, as if the Thunder God and Lightning Girl who had defeated them were planning to appear at any time.
The last bit of courage that the soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty can have now is probably the city wall under their feet, but no one knows what role the thin city wall can play.
The Han army came very quickly, and after passing Luoshui, it could be said that it was almost non-stop. Of course, they were not just anxious to "have the best to chase the poor bandits", but a large part of the reason was because they took into account the changes in the weather.
It's not a good thing that it's gradually getting cloudy. If it rains again, it will naturally be a big problem whether the gunpowder can be kept dry.
Firearms can be said to be the trump card of the Han army. If the firearms showed their power in the last battle, but disappeared in the new battle, I am afraid that everyone will be confused about this, and it will also be a big blow to the morale of the army.
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Pei Zilie had to consider the troubles in using this new weapon.
Yu Wenshu was quite smart and did not form a formation on the city wall, because he should also know that it was not necessary at all.
The Northern Zhou army on top of the city was also standing scattered. I don't know if they were because their numbers were not that large, or because they were really afraid of the Han army's secret weapon.
"Attack the city!" Pei Zilie decisively ordered.
It is also time to try out the role of this new weapon in attacking tough battles.
After the Han army crossed Luoshui, they stayed for a day, waiting for the Ministry of Works to arrive with a large amount of equipment. After overnight assembly, at least Pei Zilie now had no less than two ladder trucks available for use, and the number of Pili trucks was more than
Wutai, but everyone knows that today's protagonist is not these, but the musket that was glimpsed in the previous battle of Luoshui.
The crossbowmen on the ladder truck have been replaced by musketeers, and below the ladder truck, rows of musketeers are also moving forward in coordination with the crossbowmen.
"put!"
The sound of muskets drowned out the whistling of crossbows.
The Northern Zhou crossbowmen on the top of the city also fired arrows almost at the same time, but their numbers were not as many as those of the Han army, not to mention that the Han army also had muskets.
A row of guns hit the top of the city with a "crackling", and smoke and dust were everywhere. Of course, the rammed earth city wall could not withstand the impact of the bullets, and soon large and small potholes appeared. However, it was protected by the battlements, and the bullets that actually rushed through the battlements
It wasn't too much, and the soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty had already prepared thick shields. The bullets ran from the bottom of the city to the top of the city, and the castration had already weakened, not to mention that the thickness of the large shields was not something that ordinary bullets could overcome.
The shield made a crisp sound, and the Northern Zhou generals on the city wall looked at the changes on the shield in surprise, and their surprise soon turned into surprise.
"This kind of thing can be blocked by a shield!"
"Put your shield up!"
The soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty also put up their shields desperately.
Pei Zilie frowned at the city. It was expected that the musket attack would be frustrated.