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

The old man nodded at everyone, with an arrogance on his face, and returned to his seat.

"Mr. Rocal, your research is very good. I believe His Majesty will be very happy to hear the news, and will reward you accordingly."

The official in charge of managing the artisans came over and greeted the old man from the bottom of his heart.

The old man smiled and nodded, "This is what I should do, but this is just the beginning. If you can give me the corresponding funds and manpower, I believe I will be able to solve the problem of bullet casings soon, and even create a machine that is bigger than Daming." Better bullets."

The official nodded happily, "Don't worry, before dark, people with funds and materials will come to your studio to report."

"it is good…"

Just as the two were communicating, there was bursts of applause, and the interrupting student interrupted the two of them.

The old man was instantly unhappy. Today is his highlight moment. Does anyone dare to steal his limelight?

Looking up to the middle, the old man narrowed his eyes sharply, and the officials on the side also widened their eyes.

On the podium, a middle-aged man with blonde hair and blue eyes was presenting his research results.

This is a heavy machine gun, to be precise, a restored heavy machine gun.

Amidst the applause, the middle-aged man waved his hand, glanced at the old man staring at him, and said lightly: "According to our assembly department, after more than a month of hard work, we finally assembled from a pile of parts. This is a repeating gun."

"Clap clap clap..."

There was applause and cheers immediately below.

The middle-aged man pressed his hands slightly, and said proudly: "Not only that, we also drew the structural drawings and set the dimensions."

"In our calculations, we could manufacture it ourselves with just a few minor issues fixed."

"In addition to this, there is actually a certain difficulty, that is, the issue of bullet supply."

"However, this problem has been solved by Mr. Rocal."

The man in the middle smiled and gestured to the old man. In front of so many people, although the old man was a little upset about being robbed of the limelight, he still stood up with dignity and nodded with a smile.

"Clap clap clap..."

Fierce applause sounded again, and everyone celebrated that the Alliance of Allah is strong again.

"Clang clang clang clang..."

However, just as everyone was about to visit the heavy machine gun and take a look at this powerful thing, bursts of alarm bells sounded, making everyone look out of the window in doubt.

"what happened!"

The official in charge of Constantinople frowned, and was about to go out to inquire, when he suddenly heard the roar of a train.

Before he could doubt, a laboratory in his sight turned into a pile of ruins in a burst of flames.

"Damn it, it's an enemy attack or an enemy attack..."

The official's heart tightened suddenly, and he turned around and shouted at the precious researchers, telling them to run for their lives.

If other things are gone, they can be produced again, and if the workers are gone, they can be recruited again. If these experienced craftsmen are gone, they will really be gone.

"Mr. Romod, Mr. Romod... His Majesty the King... has an important order to convey!"

Just as the official directed the craftsmen to flee for their lives, a travel-stained messenger rushed over and shouted loudly in the official's ear.

"What's the matter, hurry up and say..."

While commanding the soldiers to protect the craftsmen to leave, the officials asked the messengers around them.

"His Majesty the King informs you that Ming Dynasty has sent a navy to escort the army, intending to attack Constantinople by surprise, and ask you to send away all the equipment and craftsmen to equip the production base."

Hearing what the messenger said, the official turned his head and looked at him like a fool, pointing at the explosion outside and roaring, "Bastard, do you think I need your notification now?"

"The target has been recalibrated, let it go!"

On the sea next to Constantinople, eight ironclad ships lined up, aiming at the Constantinople research base faintly visible in the distance, crazily venting shells.

And at the docking position, the landing craft were full of soldiers, and quickly approached the shore.

Although the Ottoman defense forces on the shore were a little flustered by the sudden attack, they still launched a counterattack tenaciously.

The artillery built on the cliff desperately fired shells, trying to stop the Ming troops from landing.

It's not that they don't want to fight the roaring warships, but their poor range can't reach them at all, so they can only fight the landing craft that are approaching.

"Boom bang bang..."

The simple landing craft quickly approached the shore while avoiding shells.

Soon a landing craft reached the shore, but due to its high speed, the bow of the ship hit the reef on the shore.

"Hurry up……"

A team leader jumped into the waist-deep sea, shouting loudly to the team members behind him to move forward quickly.

They are the Fourth Corps of the Marine Corps. After several years of overseas wars, they have rich experience in landing operations and became the first batch of personnel to land.

Under the shout of the captain, the soldiers quickly jumped into the sea one by one, regardless of the strong wind and waves, and followed the captain in front, wading through the sea to the shore with difficulty.

"shooting!"

"Bang bang bang..."

Constantinople is an important base of the Alliance of Allah, and its defense is naturally the object of Omrad's important arrangements.

Omurad stationed an elite army of 3 people here, hoping that these soldiers could buy time for those precious craftsmen when they were in danger.

These elite soldiers did not live up to Omurad's expectations. The moment the enemy appeared, they entered the combat positions one after another.

Although the enemy's artillery fire was fierce, dozens or even hundreds of soldiers died with each explosion, but none of these people retreated.

Under the command of the officer, they rushed to the shore and waited quietly in a queue for the marines who were about to land.

When the first batch of marines rushed to the shore, under the order of the officer, the Ottoman soldiers defending Constantinople did not hesitate to pull the trigger.

A puff of gunpowder smoke drifted over with the sound of gunfire, and rows of bullets hit the shallows, splashing water.

"Fight back and fight back..."

A team leader, seeing that the sea water had reached his knees and no longer affected the soldiers' shooting, immediately raised the third-generation rifle in his hand and gave the order to shoot.

Fierce shooting began on the beach. Every time a burst of gunfire sounded, people on both sides fell on the beach or in the water.

"kill!"

After several rounds of shooting from the opponent, the marines finally rushed to the beach.

"Use the bayonet and kill!"

The distance between the two sides was less than 30 meters, and the Ottoman officer no longer ordered the soldiers to reload and shoot, but directly gave the order to fight and stab.

All of a sudden there were killing sounds, and the soldiers on both sides rushed towards each other with bayonet-mounted rifles.

"Grenade!"

However, when the distance between the two sides was still more than ten meters away, the team leader on Da Ming's side suddenly roared.

I saw dozens of soldiers behind him took out the grenade that had been hidden behind them for a long time, pulled the fuse and threw it to the opposite side.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The violent explosion brought up sand and dust on the beach, and the crazily scattered shrapnel instantly harvested a large area of ​​life.

"kill!"

Before the dust splashed by the explosion fell, the captain let out a roar, and rushed forward with a bayonet in his hand.

"Ding ding ding dong..."

The bayonets collided wildly, splashing sparks, and there was a muffled sound from time to time in the fierce battlefield, and one person fell to the ground clutching his wound.

At the beginning of the 20th century, there was a very famous saying that whether an army is considered elite depends on whether the army dares to meet the enemy with a bayonet.

Only the army that dares to meet the enemy with a bayonet and fight to the death without retreating is the best army.

However, this sentence is not very useful for the current two mistakes.

Because these two troops were converted from cold weapon troops, the bayonet saw red, and hand-to-hand combat was their natural ability.

However, the era of cold weapons has passed after all.

As the rifle in the hand of an officer was knocked out, he pulled out the pistol at his waist and fired the first shot, as if dominoes had been played on the beach.

The officers who fought the enemy with bayonets remembered that they still had self-defense pistols on them.

On the battlefield of fighting and stabbing, bursts of gunshots sounded in an instant, and a brave Ottoman soldier who charged fell to the ground, and the Ming army, which was obviously much smaller in number, gradually occupied the top

When a batch of landing soldiers came ashore, the Ottoman side finally couldn't bear the pressure and began to be defeated. The Ming army just followed the trend and chased them down.

"It's a joke to tell the troop carrier to dock, and the artillery fires in depth, accidentally injuring our own people."

Jiang Han, who was in charge of this command, retracted the binoculars and gave the next battle order with a smile.

It can be seen from the smile on his face that the result of this first command of the war is very satisfactory.

Chapter 382: The Challenge of the Golden Horde!

"How is it?" Li Hu, who was drinking tea at the side, looked at his disciple calmly commanding, and smiled gratifiedly, and looked at Qi Yuan, who was also holding a teacup.

After taking a sip of the high-quality green tea that only the navy has been rationed for a long time, Qi Yuan nodded and said, "It's good, but I just overlooked something!" Li Hu laughed and explained to him: "It's the first time, I'm inevitably a little nervous, isn't it? Were you so calm when you entered the battlefield for the first time?" Qi Yuan shrugged,

"The first time I saw a murder, I peed my pants and had nightmares for half a month."

"Hahaha..." Li Hu laughed out loud, patted Qi Yuan on the shoulder, and said to his apprentice who was looking at the map: "Don't forget Your Highness's explanation, this is also one of our tasks." Staring at the map and thinking about the next battle plan, Jiang Han froze for a moment and slapped his forehead.

"Look at my memory, I almost forgot such an important thing." After finishing speaking, he walked quickly to the radio station, picked up the microphone and ordered: "Attention all ministries, if you find the craftsman on the other side, try to capture them alive. If the resistance is fierce, you can deal with it consciously." !” Zhu Zhangui made such an explanation because he wanted to gather all craftsmen from the East and the West, and see what kind of sparks would be sparked when people from different civilizations collide.

In the same way, it can also arouse the desire of the two parties to fight.As the status of the Ming craftsman camp became higher and higher, Zhu Zhangui discovered that some craftsmen had begun to stop making progress.

Immersed in previous research results, I can't extricate myself, and some have even started to fish.Every morning when I go to work, I go to the place to punch a card, and then I just pick up something and fiddle with it. I didn’t write a word all morning, and I went to the cafeteria to eat, and the same in the afternoon.

If it's just a day or two, it's fine, but according to Lao He's report, some craftsmen have been like this for several months or even half a year.

Although Zhu Zhangui hated it a little, but these craftsmen have made contributions to Daming, if they were all fired, it would feel a little unkind.

After all, in the most difficult time, these people endured hardships with him, and studied day and night. Now that Daming is strong, he feels that he is useless, so he kicks him out. This is really not like what people do. .

Later, when he learned that the navy had a plan to attack Constantinople, Zhu Zhangui informed Li Hu that he should not harm the craftsmen in the West and escort them to Daming as safely as possible.

Zhu Zhangui wants to use the hands of these Western craftsmen to stimulate these craftsmen who have started to live a leisurely life and continue to work and study.

Of course, if Western craftsmen research something very useful, Zhu Zhangui will not hesitate to reward it.

Isn't there a saying that is good?It doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it is a good cat.As long as he researches something that is beneficial to Daming, even if it is a black ghost, Zhu Zhangui will treat him accordingly.

This is respect for talent.On the shore, the fighting on the beach is over.The Ming soldiers charging with rifles shouting were driving the Ottoman soldiers towards the castle.

Shouts of gunshots resounded throughout the beach, and the Ottoman soldiers who were being chased fell to the ground screaming from time to time and never got up again.

Under the frantic release of naval guns, the walls of Constantinople collapsed in many places, and the Ottoman soldiers guarding the walls suffered heavy casualties. They were no longer able to block the attack of the Ming Marine Corps.

"Bang bang bang..." Quickly emptied the ammunition in the pistol, the team leader who was the first to step on the beach, while quickly changing the ammunition for the pistol, he looked at the situation on the battlefield.

The following order has been conveyed just now. It is forbidden to harm the craftsmen in the West, and cooperate as much as possible.

And also gave a very high reward.If an important craftsman is captured alive, the reward can reach ten taels of silver, and the cheapest apprentice of an ordinary craftsman is also worth three taels of silver.

Nima, killing a regular Ottoman soldier is only one tael of silver, while a handless craftsman is three taels of silver, a fool knows which is the most cost-effective.

The team leader who has already considered going back to build a house and marry a wife is in urgent need of money, so he needs to find two fat sheep in exchange for the money to marry a wife.

Although with his current salary, there is no pressure to marry a Korean or Japanese girl, but the old man in the family is a rigid person who requires him to marry a Han girl, and does not allow those foreigners to mess up the family blood.

But the problem is that girls from the Han family are now expensive in dowry gifts, and the minimum dowry gift for a good-looking, well-educated and sensible girl has reached 66 taels. Coupled with a series of matters such as marriage, there is no one hundred taels of silver that cannot be wiped out.

Ordinary peasant girls have a low bride price, and a marriage can be completed with 30 taels of silver.However, the team leader, who has seen the big world, naturally has a high vision. Although the rural girl is good, he still wants a better one.

Some time ago, his family sent him a letter, saying that he had discussed with the family of a scholar in the village, and promised to marry his daughter to him as long as he offered a gift of 66 taels.

The captain of the talented girl's daughter has seen it before, she looks so delicate, so beautiful, and she can read and write.

If this is married back home, not to mention the envy of relatives and friends around, just my own little life will be happy.

Thinking of the girl from the scholar's family, Captain Kacha loaded the bullet at once, knocked down an Ottoman soldier rushing over with one shot, and rushed towards a relatively large room in the house.

He had been fortunate enough to go to the Artisan Camp to get equipment for the legion, and he knew where the craftsmen would probably work, so he immediately locked the room in a building like the Artisan Camp.

He charged all the way with the brothers behind him, and soon came to an area.Kicking open a closed door, the captain was the first to rush in with a gun in hand.

To encounter this kind of environment in the past, they would throw a grenade into it first.However, today the prisoners are being captured, and dead craftsmen are worthless. If someone with super ability is killed, they may even be scolded.