Chen Mu's persistence in Ottoman muskets was probably his last obsession before returning to the court to report his duties.

Its production process was the last link of the Ming Dynasty in this era. With this, all the craftsmanship of making muskets in the world were included in the Ming Dynasty.

Of course, this last link actually has no objective effect on the Ming Dynasty today. Without this, it will not weaken military capabilities, and it will not become stronger even if it has them.

But Chen Mu just wanted to collect it.

Gun barrels and gun barrels are the core technology of national military equipment in this era.

The simplest and most rude way to make muskets in the world is England in the past. A rectangular iron plate with a calculated length and width is knocked from the middle with a convex hammer, and the two sides are knocked up and rolled together. An iron rod is poked inside, a concave hammer is replaced and then knocked, and finally it is a iron pipe.

Then, bore the simple lathe, repair the bore, polish the outer edge, and drill the hole at the fire door, which is a musket barrel.

The British often used this craft for nearly three hundred years. They said that more fingers were broken than those who died in a battle.

Although the barrel is fragile, it is not useless. The tail of their gun is handled very well, and the tail is sealed with the attacked thread iron.

The Ming Dynasty was born in creating short guns. Later, it imitated Portuguese muskets in real objects. The earliest technical theory practice was to combine three short guns into one piece and become long guns.

Later, people chose to use a piece of iron plate to make iron pipes and then put on a layer, and then put on a layer of multi-layer standard nesting. Each layer should be thinner. When the red iron plate is nested, it will also have a cooling effect. This technology is also used by Spain and France.

There is another type of nesting in the world that is slanted rolls. After knocking out an iron plate, knocking it out with a red narrow iron bar one by one, and then knocking it out with another narrow iron bar backwards. It also has a self-tightening effect and is of very good quality.

Chen Mu has several such muskets in his hand, which is Ottoman's craftsmanship, especially the most exquisitely crafted barrel inside has the superb precision productivity of the powerful country, and its barrel even has folded and forged patterns.

Chen Mu wanted this, but as for those cannons, goldsmiths and silversmiths, they had unexpected gains. It was very good to have it, but it didn't matter if it didn't.

Because this is just his personal little collection hobby and will not affect the development of military equipment in the Ming Dynasty.

They also had no intention of reversing history and went to get a Urban cannon in the Forbidden City.

The next era was the era of long tubes, medium diameters, and leads.

But it may not be.

On Mount Mubin, which symbolizes the suppression of the destiny of the Western Kingdom, General Zhenshuo, who was heavy forty-three gates, roared in unison, monk Acosta kissed the silver cross and kowtowed to hope. In the valley thousands of miles away in the east, Qi Jiguang was showing the art of war in a decisive battle with Tsarist Russia.

The golden lion, which charged too hard, was surrounded by the defeated army at a speed far exceeding the defeated enemy, and even lost his troops and lost their achievements. He was caught in the refugee tide and saved his life and became a beggar of Nizhny Novgorod.

Immediately afterwards, he was recruited as a patrol guard and communicated with the envoy sent by Qi Jiguang to negotiate, and opened the city gate according to the agreement.

The tide of Mongolian riders entered one after another, burning the prosperous town.

Just like the endless cycle of reincarnation, the troops of the Rakshasa Kingdom once again suffered an unprecedented defeat on the vast frozen soil of thousands of miles.

They were no longer in depth, and the Tsar with a problem with his brain could not provide any help to state affairs. In the face of external threats, he ordered the gathering of troops across the country to fight eastward.

The four major regents no longer divide their gangs, gathering tens of thousands of troops at the fastest speed, trying to drive the Ming army out of Nizhny Novgorod before winter comes. The worst-case scenario is to try our best to protect Vladimir.

The battlefield for the decisive battle was chosen two hundred miles east of Vladimir, where there were undulating hills and rivers running through it, which could create favorable conditions for cutting off the Ming army's retreat to the greatest extent.

Indeed, the battlefield is very beneficial to the Rakshasa Kingdom.

The cold weather made Qi Jiguang unwilling to continue to venture westward, but he had too many troops under his command. The number of nomadic riders who had poured from the Mongolian grassland to the west of the Ural Mountains had long exceeded the maximum force he could control.

Countless teams of thousands sang in the wilderness and stepped across the Volga River, searching for any signs of human existence and destroying them.

They do not need muskets or shells. They can restore the glory of their ancestors by bending their bows and horses, and make them horse farms everywhere.

But in fact, their talents are far from comparable to the army of their ancestors that fought all their enemies.

After all, the scattered soldiers and roaming can't match the well-organized regular army. The eight legions of the Rakshasa Kingdom blocked the nomadic infantry and cavalry surging from the valley to death. The power of muskets and artillery made it difficult for them to move forward, and the orders of each unit made them almost one-sidedly massacre.

They will be impatient when they win, and they will be miserable when they lose. The battle lasts only two days. The ones in front fleeing and the ones in the back are blocked, and a rain mixed with ice ridges fell. Many people were frozen to death by frostbite, leaving tens of thousands of corpses.

The Grand Duke Beliski, who was in a mess, finally raised his head and led his troops into the valley. After another three days of pursuit, he killed the nomadic vanguard and defeated it. Even the chief of the Siberian Khanate, Karacha, was killed in the formation.

For a time, only the heavy cavalry in the valley, which was left with the Fried Flower Tribe, had spare energy because they did not join the battle.

But even he was a little suspicious about how his cavalry, which was more elite than ordinary herder soldiers, could help turn the situation around.

Tens of thousands of nomads were scared by the bombardment of muskets and cannons. While he led his army westward to try to maintain the two lines of defense and let the leaders of various units reorganize the army, he saw more than once several hundred-man teams and even thousand-man teams scramble for each other.

They were all troops defeated by the Rakshasa army in the front, but they fought in the rear due to the distribution of previously looted goods. There is undoubtedly nothing more ironic about the world.

The last hope for stir-frying flowers is Qi Jiguang.

He believed that Qi Jiguang would definitely send troops to the front line, and they had at least 300,000 or 500,000 troops. As long as tens of thousands of people were sent into the valley and the two wings flew towards the enemy's rear, they would definitely defeat these people.

Qi Jiguang did come, but he did not lead the army, but sent Chechen Khan to lead his army to the right wing to advance quickly. Only a thousand people supported the front line in the headquarters.

This little person cannot even turn a flower in this valley of Dead.

The fried flowers plan to withdraw the troops, but they can't beat them.

But Qi Jiguang did not allow him to withdraw his troops, and asked him to gather the defeated troops, with only three thousand people.

Array.

On that day, in the valley full of frozen corpses, the army of the Rakshasa Kingdom stepped on the corpses of the nomadic cavalry through the valley with its mighty steps, ridiculing the ancient tactics of the nomadic warriors in words that people could not understand. Some even used muskets to vent their tyranny.

On the ridge of birch and coniferous forests, hundreds of Zhejiang soldiers set up magical archers. Thirty-six shaky flying fish slowly rose from the foot of the mountain, swaying huge tails, like red clouds flying towards the enemy's head.
Chapter completed!