Chapter 534: The trend

In the shooting field affiliated to the Qi Wang Mansion, as often as 30 soldiers holding Jiaozhou Camp's standard smoothbore guns stood in a team, while 30 soldiers holding new flintlock guns stood in a line.

This time, it was different from the state on the battlefield. Every soldier had a bucket beside him. The edge of the bucket was covered with a wet cloth. The smell of gun smoke on the school ground was very strong. The soldiers were now wiping the barrel with the wet cloth in their hands. The damp cloth rubbed the barrel, making a sizzling sound, and white steam was rising.

The personal soldiers of the personal soldiers led the general and stopped the musket soldiers and Li Meng and his men, and issued orders step by step, asking the soldiers to wipe the muskets and stand by empty-handedly.

Some craftsmen ran forward in small steps, carefully picked up the muskets on the ground, checked carefully, and reported data while checking. There were people there to quickly record.

There were various grass and wood targets placed more than a hundred steps away, and some people were checking records there. These people were Han people, and a small number of white people. They were all craftsmen in the Weapon Manufacturing Bureau.

The Prime Minister of Qi, Sun Chuanting, held a flintlock rifle in his hand, kept picking it up and putting it down, making a shooting posture, with a very happy look on his face. Sun Chuanting was a man wearing heavy armor, riding a fierce horse, and leading elite soldiers to charge into the battle. Although he was a civil servant, he was also strong and knew martial arts.

When he first came to Shandong, he was amazed when he saw the muskets in Shandong. This was much stronger than the bird guns of the Ming army. It was really a powerful weapon in the military. I didn't expect that today I saw a stronger flintlock rifle. It was relatively light, and it was faster to load ammunition and fire than a comb.

Because it is a flint-activated device, the air tightness is also very good, and the range is much longer. If such a weapon is equipped in the army, it will definitely increase the combat power of the Jiaozhou Camp.

Sun Hedou and Guo Dong, the organizer and deputy organizer of the Weapon Manufacturing Bureau, stood beside Li Meng and Sun Chuanting. Only the personal commander Huang Ping was with him. The others were consciously leaving and watching the craftsmen of the Manufacturing Bureau be busy.

"Prince, this musket has been made with 6,000, which are all fully qualified products. Each musket can be traced to the manufacturer. Please rest assured about the quality."

Guo Dong is a servant in Li Meng's mansion. He has a close relationship and speaks casually. The host Sun Hedou next to him is a little reserved and bows and smiles and says:

"The prince, several masters have specially supervised the construction of hydraulic machinery. These machinery are specially set up for flintlock rifles, equipped with special skilled craftsmen and enough manpower, and the production speed will not be slower than that of smoothbore rifles."

The production and large-scale production of this flintlock rifle is naturally not a secret to Li Meng. Li Meng originally thought that the smoothbore rifle was the standard configuration of the European army, but who would have thought that the missionaries and foreign merchants who Zheng Zhilong sent him regularly knew that the European army had already started to be equipped with this flintlock rifle.

Although this incident had no effect on the Jiaozhou Camp, Li Meng was still in a cold sweat, maintaining that the Chinese army was not pulled away by the West. This was his responsibility and his talented responsibility.

After listening to Sun Hedou and Guo Dong's introduction, Li Meng thought about it and asked in a deep voice:

“How about confidentiality?”

Sun Hedou, who was beside him, quickly explained:

"The local armed salt dick is on the periphery. The Seventh Regiment of the Battalion is nearby to check the defense. The restricted area is set up three miles away from the factory. Those who enter the absurdly will be punished heavily!"

There is no problem with this work. Li Meng nodded and said again:

"Pack the troops as soon as possible, and follow the sequence of each regiment. The production of ammunition packs must also be matched and do not fall behind."

Sun Hedou and Guo Dong hurriedly bowed and agreed. Li Meng waved his hand at these people and walked outwards. These common affairs naturally have corresponding officials to do, so there are no need to worry too much. If you do it well and make mistakes, you will have relevant assessments and rewards, and you will be conscious. This is a system that is about to be improved.

Li Meng walked out, and the King of Qi also had a lot of government affairs to do. After Sun Chuanting left the school ground, he said goodbye to Li Meng and returned to the office. Yuan Wenhong, the sponsor of the Secretary-General, quickly followed. Since Li Meng claimed to be the King of Qi from Duke of Qi, Huang Ping, the personal commander in charge of security, suggested that Li Meng not ride a horse and ride a carriage as much as possible.

At that time, Li Meng also lost his temper and angrily scolded that it was a change in name. Could it be that he would enjoy wealth and not be able to ride a horse? As a result, Huang Ping insisted in embarrassment that now the production and promotion of the cobs and flintlock rifles is gradually being produced and promoted, and it is difficult to guarantee that no one or two of them are left among the people. If someone takes the bad prince.

Speaking of this, Li Meng was helpless. There were always many things that were not allowed to be in a high position. The Weapon Manufacturing Bureau specially dispatched personnel to build a four-horse carriage. It was the kind of carriage with seats, with a carriage, which was more convenient and flexible.

When Li Meng got on the carriage, Yuan Wenhong sat diagonally opposite, his hands shaking the horse's reins and shouted, and the horses ran in small steps. The cavalry guards around the carriage were also activated. These cavalry were all elite personal soldiers. If there was anything, they could form a guard at the fastest time and react.

The carriage left the school yard for a distance, and Li Meng kept leaning against her seat and closed her eyes and pretending to sleep. The carriage bumped slightly, and Li Meng suddenly spoke:

"Where is Li Zicheng's head now?"

"Now it's in the warehouse of the personal army camp."

Yuan Wenhong was equal to Li Meng's secretary-general, and he had to sort out everything he had to do. At Li Meng's suggestion, he made a notebook with paper and carried it with him. This kind of notebook was quickly promoted among Shandong civil servants, and many people began to use hard pens because it was much more convenient and quick to record.

Li Meng asked about this matter without reading the notebook, he could answer it casually. Li Meng pondered for a while, sighed, and said:

"Let's find a place on Lishan to bury it. When the matter in Huguang is settled, Li Chuang's body was burned and the ashes were sent to Mizhi, Shaanxi."

Yuan Wenhong quickly recorded it in the notebook, but he did not respond, but he was quite admired. After following for so long, he found that the King of Qi was at most a middle-class talent in politics and military strategy, but his mind was very big and tolerant. Even if he was against the enemy, he would give him correct views and respect. The Ming Dynasty and the Shun Army had fought each other with great revenge. Li Zicheng's ancestral tomb in his hometown in Mizhi, Shaanxi, was dug up and his tribe members were killed.

According to Yuan Wenhong's idea, if the Ming court caught Li Zicheng, he would definitely destroy him completely and destroy him. However, Li Meng said he would be buried with a happy life and return him to his ancestral home. This kind of demeanor is really extraordinary.

Although the carriage was ventilated, it was a little stuffy. Li Meng was wearing a robe and felt a little sweat on his forehead. He slapped his hand a few times, and Yuan Wenhong next to him hurriedly followed:

"After the army entered the city, General Chen followed the command of the general and protected Mr. Niu Jinxing's mansion in full. Mr. Niu was already preparing to move his family to Shandong to join Niu Qi."

Li Meng nodded, paused, and asked:

"What about Niu Qi? The only scholar in the secretary-in-chief is him, the Henan person!"

"Prince, Niu Qi has done a good job. After all, he has participated in confidentiality in the camp and has done specific government affairs. He has gotten started very quickly and is also low-key."

Li Meng nodded and stopped talking. To him, Niu Fu was just an old friend who had something to do, and played a great role in Huguang's Shunjun strategy. He had to take care of him, but to the extent of his care depends on his own performance.

However, if Niu Fu can do it, his future may have a bright future. Even if his father Niu Jinxing is a talented person, he will not use him anymore. After all, Niu Jinxing was once the chief civil servant of the Shun Army. If he is used, he will definitely bear the terrible reputation. Niu Jinxing is indeed quite talented.

If Li Meng wants to use it, he will only give him roles such as senators and consultants, and will not let him take the table.

The land in Northern Zhili was almost completely arranged, 30% of the land was bought by the Liu family and his side branches, while the rest were bought by the former Ming officials and nobles in the capital. They had already begun to be resettled and dealt with. This is not complicated. It is easy to mobilize agricultural tools and tenants, and even the land is mature.

Because of this, the establishment of the Tianjin Camp was quite rapid. A large number of materials transported through the canal had already begun to be allocated, and the troops of the Shandong Camp began to be gradually allocated.

The military newspaper of Hebei General Zhang Jiang said to Li Meng that the Ningyuan regiment general Wu Sangui is ready to surrender, but he still hopes to be a general in the Jiaozhou camp and preserve his strength.

In this situation, Shandong would not agree to his conditions. This constant hesitation has already made the King of Qi quite angry. That little strength can only be defeated, but the soldiers and tenants in Wu Sangui also fled one after another, and they also saw the general trend.

On the grassland in western Liaoning, the Mongolian cavalry commanded by Chen Yongfu, Zhang Kun, Oman and others fought several times, and the troops of Jirgalang and Ajige on the grassland were not the opponent of the Eight Banners without the assistance of the infantrymen of Jiaozhou Camp. They were not the opponent of the Eight Banners at all, and were defeated several times.

But the Tumote tribe could not withstand the turn of wars, and was not afraid of loss. The western part of Liaoning was always entangled, and there were many casualties in Mongolia, and the Jurchens also suffered heavy casualties. It was because of this general trend that Wu Sangui's subordinates gradually fled.

The King of Qi's convoy was about to leave the city, and several personal guards rode horses from the direction of the royal palace to join the convoy.

Someone knocked on the window and handed in a few letters. Yuan Wenhong took it and directly unfolded the first letter and read it in a low voice:

"Prince, General Zhang from Hebei urgently reported that Wu Sangui asked to surrender, and was willing to be a civilian, and he wanted to be a rich man under the rule of the King of Qi."

Li Meng nodded. Such a person who didn't know what was wrong was originally going to kill him, but fortunately he was quick to see the opportunity and made a decision. Yuan Wenhong opened the second letter, but his face showed joy, and he said first:
Chapter completed!