My father Yong Le Emperor, you let me keep a low profile

Chapter 94 Only You Die, Happy Nine Clansmen!
The officials of the Ministry of Industry in charge of supervising the artisan camp were all relieved when they heard this.

Isn't it just firing ten shots? It's such a simple thing.

Noticing the official's expression, Zhu Gaoyu frowned.

Lu Fei, who was next to him, understood what was happening, and leaned close to Zhu Gaoyu and whispered, "It's hot, and the craftsman camp is a bit dirty, these adults rarely come out, and every time they try guns, it's that Mr. Jiang Watching from the side, it is estimated that the danger of bombing the bomb has not been reported to the top."

Zhu Gaoyu suddenly realized.

He said that these officials are not afraid, because their feelings have never seen the power of bombing.

"Let's go far away, be careful not to burst into blood."

Zhu Gaoyu sneered, and took Lu Fei and other engineers away.

These are all talents under his command, and it would be a huge loss to him and Daming to hurt one of them.

"monkey!"

Zhu Gaoyu yelled, and a guard from the guard battalion stood up.

"Your Highness."

Zhu Gaoyu waved his hand, "You lead people to watch them, one row at a time."

"Yes!"

As soon as he heard that he was being supervised, the monkey became energetic and greeted a few people, and the officials who shouted quickly picked up the guns, and also intimately instructed them how to use them.

"So it's so easy to use!"

Yuanwailang, who heard that he was just firing a gun and that he would be safe after firing ten shots, calmed down his nervousness. Under the guidance of the monkey, he knew how to use it, and then raised his hand to shoot.

"Wait a moment!"

The monkey was startled, stopped drinking, turned around and ran to the side, and didn't stop until it was 10 steps away.

However, he felt that it was not safe, so he asked for a shield from the guard next to him to shield his face, and then waved at that Yuanwailang.

"It's time to start, good luck!"

"Hmph, you're going to kill generals on the battlefield, with just this little courage, it's not even as good as a scholar like me."

Yuanwailang scorned for a moment, and was the first to step forward, raising his gun and aiming at the opposite target.

I have to say that this guy's learning ability is not bad, the monkey just clicked a few times, and he looked good when he dragged the gun.

Seeing that it had already started, the old man also stood up curiously, and looked at the official who was about to start with his hands behind his back.

As the emperor on horseback, he also attaches great importance to the development of firearms. The old man has seen what the chambers of firecrackers look like.

In the past, the firecrackers were used hand-held. Even if they exploded from a certain distance, coupled with the armor on the soldiers, the damage caused would not be too great.

As for this new musket, the old man is not sure what kind of damage it will cause after the chamber explodes.

But looking at the aiming method close to the shoulder, the old man reckoned that if it exploded, just lightly tap the whole face and forget about it. If it was serious, he might die on the spot.

Thinking of the risks brought by the explosion of this weapon, the old man felt his teeth itch with hatred.

These damn moths, for their own selfishness, send this poorly made weapon to the battlefield.

If these weapons are really sent to the battlefield, once the battle breaks out, I am afraid that the enemy has not been killed yet, and the morale on his side will drop to freezing point just because of the explosion.

Even from then on, when soldiers come into contact with this kind of weapon, they will have resistance and fear in their hearts.

After all, no one can guarantee that after using this weapon, it will kill the enemy or blow itself up.

"Ready, fire!"

As everyone watched, some officials from the Ministry of Industry, led by Yuan Wailang, stood in a row and raised their guns to aim at the opposite row of targets.

As the command flag in the monkey's hand was waved down, these confident officials who had never seen the power of a bomb blast pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Crack!"

Driven by the spring, the hammer with the flint in it hit the anvil heavily, grinding out sparks.

The sparks fell into the fire pool, ignited the gunpowder inside, and the burning gunpowder went along the fire hole and entered the gun chamber, igniting the gunpowder filled with the maximum dose.

"Bang bang... bang bang bang..."

Gunshots rang out simultaneously with explosions.

A total of 1 officers were fired in the first round, of which 15 exploded and the other 9 were successfully fired.

"Ah ah ah..."

"It hurts me too, my eyes, my eyes..."

"My hand, my finger, my finger..."

There was a lot of screams and wailing.

9 of them were bombed, 8 of them had their fingers blown off, and the remaining one was very lucky and burped on the spot.

In addition to their fingers being blown off, their faces were also covered in blood from all kinds of debris, and a few unlucky eyeballs were poked out on the spot, and they fell to the ground with their faces covered and howled in pain.

This scene made those officials who thought it was no big deal, and some officials who didn't take it seriously, trembled with fright.

However, no matter how fearful it is, it is useless. He said to shoot ten shots, unless he died, he would not be able to miss one shot.

The monkey who received the order ignored the wailing of the officials, dragged them up from the ground, and stuffed the new guns into their hands.

Looking at the gun in his hand, Yuanwailang, who was lucky enough not to explode just now, heard the plight of his colleagues around him, and his calf trembled again.

Even some places couldn't hold it back, and the warm water flowed out along the thighs.

"Get up and get your guns, let me continue to shoot."

The monkey who was still talking just now turned into a terrifying ghost.

He completely ignored the wailing and begging for mercy of those officials, he lifted them up forcefully, and demanded that all those who were alive continue to shoot.

"Don't, don't, Your Majesty, forgive me, Your Majesty, please forgive me, I know I was wrong."

If a person has tried fear once, if he experiences it a second time, he will be extremely resistant in his heart.

After experiencing the horror of the first bombing, these officials were completely terrified. They looked at those guns as if they were looking at a scourge, and never dared to touch the second time.

In response to these officials' begging for mercy, the old man didn't even move his expression, he just waved to the monkey indifferently, indicating to continue.

"Your Highness, the person you want is here."

Just when the officials, lying on the ground and rolling around, refused to fire the second shot.

The Jinyiwei Baihu who was called back by Hou Liang to bring someone back came over with dozens of gloomy eyes.

"They will all be skinned and filled with grass?"

Zhu Gaoyu nodded, and asked the dozens of Jin Yiwei with gloomy eyes.

"His Royal Highness King Yue, this is an ancestral handicraft. During the Emperor Taizu's time, my father peeled a lot of skins. The villain has been learning and watching from the side since he was a child. He has also done it a few times and has sufficient experience."

Among them, Baihu, the leader of the team, knelt down on one knee and reported his experience.

"So it's a family heirloom, very good!"

Zhu Gaoyu nodded in satisfaction, and pointed at those Ministry of Industry officials who kowtowed frantically and begged for mercy regardless of the injuries on their faces.

"Go over there and tell them, either continue to shoot, or let them flay them with knives, the kind that want to be skinned alive."

"If you choose skinning, tell him by the way and tell your family to choose a larger graveyard. After all, the choice is too small, and the Nine Clans can't fit it."

Hearing this, Baihu glanced at the officials, grinned, clasped his fists in salute, and led his subordinates to work.

These hundred households are also polite.

When he came to those officials, he helped Yuanwailang who was kneeling on the ground, and said with a smile: "My lord, just now His Highness asked the younger one to explain to you that you have two options now. The villain peeled off your skin and used it as grass."

"If you choose skinning, you have to buy a larger graveyard, otherwise the Nine Clans won't be able to accommodate it."

"So listen to the villain's persuasion, go ahead and shoot, only you will die, happy nine clansmen!"

Under Yuanwailang's dumbfounded expression, Baihu cheerfully added another sentence.

"Oh, by the way, look at my memory. By the way, let me introduce myself. The villain Zhang San, Jin Yiwei Zhao Prison skinned hundreds of households. Three generations of ancestors have been in this business, and their methods are absolutely first-class."

"Go... go... drive, I... I... I shoot, I shoot..."

The monkey next to him saw that this was not acceptable.

His Highness did not intend to kill these officials, but to make them confess themselves.

"Ah, ah, wait a minute!"

The monkey stopped Yuanwailang who raised his gun tremblingly.

Yuanwailang thought there was a turning point, so he looked at the monkey excitedly.

The monkey spoke earnestly and earnestly: "Wang Yuanwailang, in fact, you still have a way to go, and that is to confess the corruption and point out the mastermind."

"As long as you can confess all this, you won't suffer such pain, and you will be happy to be alone."

"Your Majesty Long En is mighty, for the sake of your honesty, you may only be punished and your family will be spared."

Yuanwailang, who was trembling with a gun, was silent for a moment when he heard the monkey's words, and he took aim at the target without even looking elsewhere.

"The two brothers, please go further away, don't hurt the two of you."

Hearing this, Houzi and Baihu looked at each other, got up and walked aside.

As for the other officials, some silently raised their guns, and some still knelt on the ground, begging for mercy frantically to the old man.

The impatient old man waved at Zhang San, who was skinning a hundred households.

Zhang San accepted the order with fists in his arms, and directly led his subordinates, dragged out those officials who were unwilling to shoot, tied them to the frame, and began to execute the sentence.

The screams and howls were accompanied by gunshots, and from time to time, there was a sound of explosion.

The onlookers watched with hatred and fear at the same time.

They didn't expect that there would be such a cruel punishment in the world.

Looking at the officials who were skinned and howled in pain, some timid ones closed their eyes and dared not watch, for fear that if they watched too much, they would have nightmares at night.

One row, two rows...

There are more than 60 officials from the Ministry of Industry sent here.

The officials in the first platoon didn't know whether it was hard bones or something unspeakable, but none of them confessed.

As the second row of officials was pressed forward, as soon as the gun was issued to them, one of them could not bear the double oppression both mentally and physically, and directly knelt on the ground and shouted that he wanted to confess.

The expressionless old man waved at Jin Yiwei, and several Jin Yiwei stepped forward to take him away.

As the first line of defense was breached, the others could no longer bear the pressure and chose to confess.

Half an hour later, a Jinyiwei Qianhu handed over a large stack of confessions to the old man.

The old man took it, flipped through it casually a few times, the expression on his face was so cold that it could scrape frost off.

"Take it all."

When he saw the list of statistics, the old man angrily threw the confession directly on the ground, glanced coldly at the accompanying officials from the Ministry of Industry, got up angrily and walked out.

When passing by Zhu Gaoyu, he hesitated and said, "The artisan camp has been handed over to you, how to arrange it? You can figure it out yourself. My only requirement is to ensure the quality of the guns."

"I am worried about the weapons that were handed in. Let me check them all, and remove them if there are any problems."

"My son takes orders!"

The old man left, leaving with anger.

One-third of the accompanying officials from the Ministry of Industry were directly detained by Jin Yiwei, and the officials who were not arrested did not dare to guarantee their absolute safety.

Because no one knows whether those who were brought to Jinyiwei Prison will say some more names, and whether he will be among those names.

The materials that were taken away were also escorted back by Hou Liang himself.

Lu Fei checked it himself and confirmed that none of the information was missing.

At the same time, he was also curious.

These materials are very new, and even the seals of some craftsman camps have not been picked up. He can't figure it out. Didn't they mean to register in Yongle Dadian? How could they not even move.

Hou Liang gave an explanation for this.

Those registration officials couldn't understand it, and they didn't know how to remember it at all.

As editors in charge of the Yongle Canon, they are considered the most learned people in Ming Dynasty.

If outsiders find out that they can't even understand what a group of craftsmen wrote, then wouldn't they be ashamed?

So those officials who edited the Yongle Canon simply threw aside these incomprehensible materials and started writing them themselves.

After a burst of excitement, the artisan camp became deserted again.

Looking at the remaining blood on the ground and the officials from the Ministry of Industry who disappeared throughout the camp, the workers seemed to be dreaming.

One moment they were complaining in the dark, and the next moment it was sunny.

This surprise came too suddenly, and they couldn't get used to it for a while.

"Everyone!"

Zhu Gaoyu walked up to the high platform, and said to the workers who came over, "I am here to express my deep apologies for what happened during this period of time."

With that said, Zhu Gaoyu bowed his hands to everyone.

"Your Highness, don't do this. It's all the fault of those corrupt officials. I know in my heart that this matter has nothing to do with Your Highness."

"Yes, Your Highness, it's all the fault of these corrupt officials, it has nothing to do with you."

Zhu Gaoyu was moved and nodded with relief, "I won't talk about unnecessary nonsense, I promise here that such things will not happen again in the future."

"Also, we will double the wages you paid a while ago, and those who were injured will be subsidized ten taels of silver per person."

"For the unfortunate victims, their wives, children, and parents are supported by craftsmen until the old man passes away and the children reach adulthood."

"it is good…"

Hearing such an arrangement, the workers applauded excitedly.

Zhu Gaoyu pressed his hand, waited for the scene to calm down, and continued: "I wanted everyone to rest for a few days, but the current situation is not waiting for us, the imperial court urgently needs these weapons and ammunition."

"Here, please work hard, listen to the arrangements of the engineers, re-select and classify the weapons, and re-proportion the materials."

"This king assures everyone that in this month, you will be full and eat meat every day, and everyone's wages will be doubled. This is already a reward for everyone."

When the workers in the audience heard this, they excitedly applauded again.

Some people even shouted excitedly, His Highness is unparalleled in kindness and justice, and other words.

When the workers, under the leadership of the engineer, returned to their respective workshops, they began to inspect the manufactured guns and ammunition, or to reproportion the materials.

Zhu Gaoyu took Lu Fei back to the office of the Craftsman Camp, where the officials from the Ministry of Industry worked.

He waved away the cleaning officers and soldiers, leaving only Lu Fei and Wu Shan who had been following him in the house.

"Uncle Shanyin, go and guard the door, don't allow anyone to approach."

As soon as Wu Shan heard it, he knew that His Highness had something important to say, so he nodded to Lu Fei as ordered, and stood guarding the door himself.

"Your Highness, what are your orders?"

Although Lu Fei has some weird personality, he is not an idiot.

He understood that Zhu Gaoyu left him alone, and there must be something important to explain to him alone.

Zhu Gaoyu asked him to sit down first, and poured a cup of tea for Lu Fei himself.

"I want you to take people to Qiongzhou and build a craftsman camp there that belongs only to me."

Zhu Gaoyu expressed his thoughts.

"What about the artisan camp here?"

Lu Fei was a little puzzled, His Highness had put so much effort into the craftsmen here, how could His Highness have the heart to give up.

If he leaves with the engineers, who is in charge of the research and development here?
"This place will only be used as a production camp in the future, that is to say, here, only guns and artillery will be produced, and there will be no research and development issues."

"And I believe that the current workers are already proficient in making guns and artillery. It doesn't matter if you are here or not."

"more importantly."

Zhu Gaoyu knocked on the table, looked into Lu Fei's eyes and said softly: "This is not my place, and my main energy will be overseas in the future. Once I leave, no one can guarantee whether what happened today will happen again. .”

"So I need one, exclusive to my artisan camp."

"do you understand?"

Lu Fei's eyes slowly widened, and he understood the meaning of Zhu Gaoyu's words.

My Highness has some distrust towards the court and even His Majesty.

But thinking about it, the same is true. The craftsman camp was established next to the imperial city. If something happened in the future, the court would be able to control it at once, and His Highness' loss can be said to be very great.

But moving to Qiongzhou is different.

Qiongzhou is His Highness's territory, no one will control how they want to research and produce, and they are not afraid of being seized.

In addition, he also understood another meaning hidden in Zhu Gaoyu's words.

That is, in the craftsman camp in Jinling in the future, if there is no accident, the weapons will not be updated.

Even if the imperial court mastered it, it only mastered the first generation of firearms.

Zhu Gaoyu studied his previous life and made a plan for the craftsman camp to produce one generation, prepare one generation, and study one generation.

The current craftsman battalion has already done research on the second-generation rifled guns while producing the first-generation quick-fire guns.

As the chief engineer in charge of this matter, Lu Fei clearly knew that the power of a rifled gun was not comparable to that of a smoothbore gun.

Moreover, the rifled gun is only a transitional weapon. In the research plan of His Royal Highness and them, the gun that really popularizes the entire army is the third-generation breech-loading percussion gun.

Lu Fei and others have estimated that as long as there is rapid progress in stimulating medicine and steelmaking, the rear-loaded firing gun can be officially entered into the army under Zhu Gaoyu's name in no more than 10 years.

think about it.

At that time, Zhu Gaoyu's subordinates were all equipped with fast-loading, powerful, and long-range breech-loading percussion guns.

On the court side, the oldest smoothbore flintlock guns are still used.

Once conflicts and conflicts occur between the two parties, Zhu Gaoyu, who has new weapons, can definitely push the court to the ground and rub it crazily.

After thinking about all this, Lu Fei nodded solemnly.

"Okay, I will organize people to go to Qiongzhou as soon as possible to establish a new craftsman camp."

(End of this chapter)