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Chapter 148 Bird Gun

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    Zhu Cixiang smiled slightly: "My son, then I will show my disgrace: the military song should be sung with a big sword ring, and I will swear to destroy the Hu Nu and come out of Jade Pass. It is only necessary to die for the country on the battlefield, why return wrapped in horse leather."

    Emperor Chongzhen was deeply suspicious of Zhu Cihong's ability to compose poetry.  Most likely, a certain scholar taught him secretly in order to curry favor with the prince.  So that Zhu Cihong could do it in front of his teacher and Liu Zhengzong would mistakenly think that it was Zhu Cihong who did it.

    So Chongzhen wanted to see it in person and make up his own questions.  His son couldn't cheat even if he wanted to, but who knew that Zhu Cixiang really came out with his words, which really shocked Chongzhen.

    He sat up from the rocking chair suddenly, probably because he didn't want his son to see his surprise.  Then he lay back on the chair and said slowly: "It's not bad, it's more intense, but not as powerful."

    "Then I present another ugly question, the sun is setting in the majestic sorrow of separation, and I sing my whip and point to the end of the world in the east. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers."

    This time Emperor Chongzhen didn¡¯t say anything else. He had already seen that this traitor was indeed outstanding in literary talent.  If he were not a prince, he would have no problem becoming the number one scholar in the future.

    ¡°In fact, what kind of nonsense poems does Zhu Cixi know? These are just poems by later literary masters, and he just copied them.

    "The poems are quite good, and the chairs are good. As a prince, the most important thing to learn is the strategy of governing the country. If you have such attainments in poems and songs, you are pretty good. You, and you, come here." What Chongzhen said was kneeling aside.  Sun Wangcai and Sanxi.

    These two little eunuchs were so frightened that they lost their souls.  After hearing Chongzhen's slow dictation, the two moved their knees and moved over on their knees.

    Chongzhen just pointed to his legs, and then gently closed his eyes.

    The fatal thing is that Sun Wangcai and Sanxi, two mentally retarded people, did not understand what Emperor Chongzhen meant.  The two of them had no choice but to look frightened, and turned to look at Zhu Cihong for help.

    Zhu Cixiang wished he could strangle these two losers, so he winked at them.  Finally enlightened, Sun Wangcai cautiously pinched his hairy hand towards Chongzhen's calf.

    It turns out that Emperor Chongzhen also wanted to enjoy a massage.  For this diligent emperor, Zhu Cihong's behavior of lying on a rocking chair, chewing melon seeds and waiting to die was really infuriating.

    But now, Chongzhen himself was lying on this rocking chair, lying in the most comfortable position.  Sun Wangcai and Sanxi, both sweating profusely, pressed his legs nervously.

    Fortunately, Long Live Master didn't seem to feel uncomfortable, because the two of them had already heard Chongzhen's subtle snoring.

    Chongzhen was a diligent emperor, but also an unlucky emperor.  He was a complacent emperor, but also a miserable emperor who was teased by fate.

    Even lying down and sleeping so beautifully and comfortably was a luxury for Chongzhen.  The palace people in Zhongcui Palace did not dare to show their anger for fear of disturbing the emperor's dream.  That's a capital offense, and it's said that Long Live the Lord's anger is particularly severe when he wakes up.

    Only Zhu Cixiang walked over, took off his cloak, and gently covered Emperor Chongzhen's body.

    Zhong Cuigong and his party, Chongzhen actually appreciates what his son has done.  Zhu Cixiang did not disappoint himself. He indeed satisfied Chongzhen with his poems, songs, and strategies for governing the country.

    But this father is extremely arrogant, so arrogant that even in front of his son, he refuses to show any expression of appreciation.  Zhu Cixi finally understood his father somewhat, why Chongzhen would rather die than go to Nanjing after the city of Beijing was destroyed.  He truly achieved the goal of the emperor guarding the country and the king dying of the country.

    Chongzhen, so proud!

    I don¡¯t know how long I slept. It¡¯s been a long time since Emperor Chongzhen had such a comfortable sleep.  When he woke up, the sky was getting dark.

    Chongzhen stood up suddenly and looked around, and it took him a while to recover.  Looking at the cloak covering him again, a trace of warmth flashed in his heart: "Where is the emperor?"

    Sun Wangcai and Sanxi, whose hands and feet had been numb for a long time, really felt like they were being pardoned. Long live the Lord finally woke up.  If he doesn't wake up, the two of them will have to massage him for a long time.

    Wang Chengen next to him lowered his head and replied: "Long live the return, Your Highness went to the study."

    Emperor Chongzhen stood up and stretched comfortably.  He wanted to leave, but when he turned his head, he saw the faint light of candles coming from Zhong Cuigong's study.  Zhu Cixiang himself was sitting at his desk, drawing something unknown.

    Driven by curiosity, Chongzhen walked in slowly.  In a way, it seems that his son is as focused as himself.  However, Zhu Cixiang drew something like a talisman on the table, which made Monk Chongzhen Zhanger confused.

    "Your Majesty, what are you painting?" Chongzhen said forbearingly.He suddenly picked up a drawing and looked at it. He finally recognized it: "Musket?"

    Zhu Cixiang nodded: "Father has said that if the child can modify guns and make cannons, then let the child go in and out of the palace freely."

    "I keep my promise and I will never break my promise. But, what are you doing, like a ghost drawing a talisman?"

    "My son is thinking that although the blunderbuss in the hands of our Shenji battalion soldiers are very powerful, they are troublesome to shoot. Our blunderbuss shooting is divided into multiple steps. First, pour the powder, charge the powder, suppress the fire, load the ammunition, and then use the weapon.  Press the projectile into the gunpowder, install the door powder, and install the match rope. At this time, the preparation is completed, and the shooter is in a state of obeying orders. When shooting, you need to open the fire door cover, light the match rope, aim and pull the trigger in a squatting or standing position.  Launch. In an emergency, you can also fire directly at the fire door without aiming. Father, do you think such a complicated and complicated process is practical when facing a strong enemy? "

    The blunderbuss did have too many flaws, and Chongzhen didn¡¯t know it. He just gave a noncommittal ¡°hmm¡±.

    Zhu Cixiang continued: "The bird gun also has shortcomings such as being easily affected by wind and rain when igniting the fire, and the need to retain the fire when lighting the match, and the burning match cannot be maintained for a long time. When Saarhu fought against Jiannu, our Ming Dynasty  I just suffered a huge loss from the blunderbuss. I am thinking that if we develop a musket that is more advanced than the blunderbuss and does not need to be ignited, it will save the tedious steps. In this way, shooting will be much easier."

    During the Battle of Sarhu, the Ming Army¡¯s Western Route Army saw Nurhaci¡¯s Eight Banners Army coming to attack on the Sarhu Mountain, and immediately ordered each team to form camps and line up to wait.  When the Jin army advanced to the foot of the mountain, they immediately ordered artillery bombardment.

    The battle began, and the rain and snow suddenly stopped. Heavy fog fell from the sky and filled the valley. The line of sight was unclear. It was difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy within a short distance.  The Ming army was all frightened and panicked, so they lit pine branches as torches.  This happened to completely expose himself to the Jin army.  The Jin army took advantage of its fire and used bows and arrows. Every shot was sure to hit.

    Although the Ming army had fire that could easily ignite the cannons, it was difficult to find the target because they were in the open. Instead of injuring the enemy, they themselves suffered heavy losses.  In addition, black gunpowder is afraid of moisture, making it inconvenient to use in rain and snow.  The Battle of Saerhu happened to be the first clear day after the rain, when the humidity was at its highest, so it was impossible to shoot without drying it with fire.  Therefore, the Eight Banners Army became more and more courageous as they fought. They approached step by step, invaded the Ming camp, and captured the Sarhu Mountain camp in one fell swoop.  In the Battle of Saarhu, the shortcomings of the musket were fully exposed.

    "Then, Your Majesty, do you have a better way?"

    "Yes," Zhu Cixiang pointed to his drawings: "Father, please see, if flint is used to fire the weapon instead of a match rope, it will not only greatly simplify the shooting process, but also improve the firing rate and shooting accuracy. It is easy to use and has a lower cost.  "

    When he mentioned the low cost, Chongzhen¡¯s eyes lit up.

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