I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

Jin Yiwei searched for two days, but couldn't find it.

He is a weak scholar with no strength to restrain a chicken, how can he find the mastermind behind the assassination.

He could tell that His Majesty was planning to suppress the prince.

Otherwise, he would not let the prince stare at him.

Sure enough, Yang Shiqi's guess became true.

The next day, the Xiaochao meeting had just ended, and everyone in Yang Shiqi planned to rest for a while and prepare for work.

Little Snotty walked into the cabinet and announced that Yang Shiqi and the crown prince had formed a clique for selfish purposes, causing chaos in the government, and he was directly imprisoned in Beizhen Fusi.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of Jinyiwei rushed into the East Palace and took away all the officials of the East Palace.

For a while, the news of the prince's loss of power spread throughout Jinling.

Immediately afterwards, before everyone could react from the news, the news spread that Han King Zhu Gaoxu had obtained the right to supervise the country.

In an instant, the blood of the Hanwang party was boiling, and their spring finally came.

It was already noon when Zhu Zhangui received the news.

"I see, you go back and tell my mother, don't worry too much, you should eat, drink, have a dog, and you will be fine in a few days."

After driving away the maid who sent the message, Zhu Zhangui stared at an old man who was carefully pouring gunpowder into an iron ball with a serious expression.

It was very quiet around, and no one dared to disturb the old man.

With the right amount of gunpowder poured in, the old man slowly completed the final procedure referring to the blueprint.

"call!"

At the end of the procedure, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, held the iron ball, and walked up to Zhu Zhangui.

"Your Highness, the things are already done, exactly according to what you gave, 1:1."

Zhu Zhangui nodded.

"Old Wang, you have worked hard!"

The old man quickly waved his hands, saying he didn't dare.

"Write it down, if the experiment is successful, Mr. Wang will reward 100 taels of silver alone." He ordered Hu Shanxiang who was following him.

Zhu Zhangui was thanked by Wang Laoqian, and took the iron ball to the martial arts training ground in the backyard.

"See Your Highness!"

In the martial arts field in the backyard, five armored men stepped forward to salute.

Zhu Zhangui nodded, and handed the iron ball to one of the honest middle-aged men.

"This is newly modified, let's test the power."

The honest man didn't say much, took the iron ball, and led the other four people to an eight-inch diameter iron cylinder in the distance.

The shape of the iron barrel is very similar to the mortar of later generations, but it is very simple, and there are no pulleys and scopes.

Two iron rods and an iron plate are used as supports, standing in the distance

The five people walked to the side of the iron bucket, and the simple and honest man pulled out the lead wire from a circular base under the iron ball, and slowly pushed the iron ball into the iron bucket.

Putting down the iron ball, the simple and honest man squatted behind the iron bucket and gave a thumbs up, aiming at a group of scarecrows in armor in the distance.

After adjusting the bracket a few times and confirming that it might hit, the man took out the torch and lit the fuse.

"呲呲呲..."

The fuse was ignited quickly, and disappeared into the iron barrel in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the iron ball put into the iron bucket by the man suddenly popped out of the iron bucket and smashed obliquely into the scarecrow.

"boom!"

There was an explosion, and when the scarecrow was placed, a burst of smoke rose.

After a while, with the smoke and dust dispersed.

The scarecrows that were originally arranged neatly fell over a dozen crookedly.

"it is good!"

Seeing the explosion effect, Zhu Zhangui shouted hello loudly.

Giving a thumbs up to the rough man, Zhu Zhangui quickly ran to the scarecrow, wanting to see if the explosion effect had reached his ideal state.

Chapter 17: Second Uncle, you are so angry, Second Aunt must be quite tired.

"good."

Walking into the straw crowd, Zhu Zhangui looked at the explosion effect and nodded slightly.

More than 50 scarecrows, three or four in the center of the explosion were blown into several sections.

The ones who were a little closer to the side also had broken arms and legs.

As for those farther away, most of them were knocked down by the shock wave.

Although the lethality didn't reach Zhu Zhangui's ideal effect, it was okay in the current situation.

After all, the gunpowder of this kind of shell is removed from the fireworks shell.

That's right, the inspiration for this new type of mortar comes from the cylindrical single-shot fireworks.

This thing was drawn by Zhu Zhangui last year, and the caliber is eight inches.

Eight-inch caliber fireworks shells have a high-altitude range of 60 meters. If you shoot in an arc, the distance of more than 300 meters is still no problem.

It's just that the fireworks bombs bought in the system supermarket are all packed in cardboard shells, and there are often reports of hurting people when these things are released by the people.

It can be placed on a real battlefield, and the firework shells packaged in paper shells are a bit weaker in lethality.

After returning to Daming, Zhu Zhangui dug a few craftsmen from the Firearms Bureau, and asked them to find a way to see if they could replace the paper shell shells with iron shells, and add something to them by the way.

For example, diamond-shaped iron nails, or steel balls, etc.

As a result, the results of the first few experiments were not satisfactory.

It's not that the ammunition is too heavy, and the flying distance is too short.

It's just that the charge is too small and the lethality is not enough.

After the strict screening and testing of Mr. Wang, who has been preparing gunpowder for a lifetime, the lethality of the fireworks mortar shells finally met Zhu Zhangui's requirements.

Cut out a diamond-shaped iron nail from the scarecrow armor on the side.

While looking at it, Zhu Zhangui ordered Hu Shanxiang who was following behind him.

"Baby, go and tell Elder Wang to temporarily manufacture a batch of shells according to this ratio and store them. I will give him the privilege to be responsible for the production of mortar ammunition. Let him directly tell him how many raw materials are needed, and I will prepare them for him. But my only request is that I need at least 5000 rounds of these shells before the Northern Expedition."

Holding a small notebook, he quickly wrote down Zhu Zhangui's order.

Hu Shanxiang looked at Zhu Zhangui for a while, and after seeing that he stopped talking, he handed the notebook to Zhu Zhangui.

Glancing at the order and seeing that the order was correct, Zhu Zhangui wrote his name, crouched in the pile of scarecrows, frowning and began to study.

He still needs to think about how to make the fireworks more lethal.

"Oh!"

"Hanwang Highness, you can't break in, His Royal Highness ordered that no one is allowed to enter."

"Go away, I'm his second uncle, why can't I come? Did he do something shady and dare not see anyone?"

Just as Hu Shanxiang left, there was a noise from the direction of the gate of the training ground.

The five men waiting beside the scarecrow didn't even hesitate. They drew out the knives at their waists and rushed over angrily.

King of Han or something, it's bullshit.

In their hearts, apart from the emperor, Zhu Zhangui was the biggest in the Ming Dynasty.

For example, one day Zhu Zhangui told them that he wanted to be emperor.

The 5000 brothers trained outside the city will not hesitate to take up arms and attack the palace.

"Okay, it's hard for someone to supervise the country once, and it also makes him arrogant. After all, this kind of opportunity may never exist again in the future."

Standing up and stopping five men who were about to go desperately, Zhu Zhangui walked towards the door unsteadily with his hands behind his back.

The gate of the martial arts field.

A few guards guarding the gate were drawing their weapons to confront the King of Han and the others.

"Why, do you want to rebel?"

Zhu Gaoxu was so happy to get the right to supervise the country today!

Not in vain crying in front of the old man, he finally took off.

After the old man went to Jiming Temple, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help showing off, so he ran to the East Palace and chatted with the prince who was feeding the dog. By the way, he showed off and got the right to supervise the country.

It's a pity that the effect did not meet his ideal, and he felt a kind of regret in his heart.

His big brother is really too tolerant.

Just halfway through the act, but still halfway through, Zhu Gaoxu felt uncomfortable.

If you want to show off to the third child, you can't achieve the desired effect.

But if you don't show off, you can't keep it in your heart.

So our Highness the King of Han thought of the second nephew who robbed his house.

This little bastard, he has made our Highness the King of Han very angry in the past few days since he came back.

Not only did they rob his house, but they also seemed to know his little secret and threatened him.

Now that he has finally obtained the right to supervise the country, he must deal with this little bastard to relieve his hatred.

Zhu Gaoxu couldn't believe it.

This little bastard can still have his father's city and can bear it.

Thinking all the way about Zhu Zhangui, the little bastard, knowing that he is in charge of the country, and Zhu Gaoxu's expression after the news of Zhu Pangpang falling out of favor, Zhu Gaoxu felt extremely happy.

But when people are happy, they are prone to bad luck.

Zhu Gaoxu has just arrived at his former palace, and he hasn't called the little bastard out to pick him up.

A loud noise startled him.

Zhu Gaoxu, who had been on the battlefield more than once, instantly recognized the sound of artillery.

This surprised and delighted Zhu Gaoxu.

Surprised.

That little bastard Zhu Zhangui dared to play with cannons in the city.

What audacity.

The joy is.

This little bastard actually hid cannons in the mansion.

What do you want?Are you trying to rebel?

In an instant, more than a dozen crimes appeared in Zhu Gaoxu's mind.

"Hahaha, little bastard, you're finished, you dare to hide cannons in the mansion, and even play with them swaggeringly, I really don't know how to write dead."

Just when our Highness, the King of Han, was about to go in and reprimand him, and then lock up this little bastard.

A tragedy happened.

The horse he was riding was not the one he used to go to the battlefield, but a new horse picked from the palace.

The horse had never been on a battlefield, had never heard the sound of artillery, and was startled by the rumble.

His Royal Highness, who was caught up in excitement, didn't notice it for a while, and fell off his horse directly, and fell a big ass.

If it wasn't for his quick reaction, he hurriedly avoided the trampling of the steed.