"When the steel crossbow is issued in the future, which soldier receives which crossbow must be recorded according to the number, on the battlefield, people are in the crossbow, and the crossbow is dead." Liu Zijun suggested in a low voice that his idea, like Xiao Zi, attaches great importance to the confidentiality of technology. This is the habit of the Great Song Dynasty, when the divine arm bow first appeared, the imperial court once gathered all the craftsmen who could make the divine arm bow to Bianliang, and one was not allowed to go out.

Wen Tianxiang smiled and was noncommittal to Liu Zijun's suggestion. The crossbow designed by Wen Zhong is a combination of the Eastern crossbow and the Western crossbow, combining the bracket of the Eastern crossbow and the metal crossbow arm and gear transmission technology of the Western crossbow arrow, so it looks very novel. But whether it is a steel crossbow or a simple lathe not far away that is regarded as a sacred object by everyone, the design idea is actually not complicated. An old craftsman can easily copy a similar product by disassembling and assembling it several times.

"The key is to keep updating, so that you can always improve faster than your opponents. Instead of holding on to the old bottom of their predecessors, in that way, they protect their own technology, and at the same time close the possibility of accepting foreign technology." A voice surged from the bottom of Master Wen's heart, and it seemed that it was the idea of that Wen Zhong in another world. This memory brought Wen Tianxiang not only some technical summaries, but also unconsciously changed his way of thinking.

Looking at the transmission wheels processed by the craftsmen on the simple lathe, Wen Tianxiang asked again, "What about the irrigation furnace, have you built it?"

"It's just set up, according to the Prime Minister's instructions, it's inside," Xiao Zi replied honestly, "Everyone has never heard of that method, and no one dares to try it first."

These days are busy, and the knowledge I have been exposed to has exceeded the limit of what Xiao Zi can absorb. Pig iron is fried so quickly to mature iron, wrought iron is carburized into steel, and tempering is used to adjust the elasticity. All kinds of knowledge he had never been exposed to, and while discovering that his original learning was narrow, Xiao Zi also better understood the "Book of Heaven" written by Wen Tianxiang and the vastness of the world. Therefore, while trying to digest new knowledge, he also tries to take a steady approach to avoid mistakes and accidents.

The furnace had been dry for a few days, and since he had not yet fully understood the steelmaking methods mentioned in Wen Tianxiang's book, he refused to let the craftsmen try it easily. Materials are scarce on Baizhang Ridge, and what is more scarce than raw materials is mature craftsmen.

"I'll try it, the advantage of this method is that it is fast", Wen Tianxiang smiled and took off his robe and walked towards the irrigation furnace. If measured from the perspective of Wenzhong in another world, there are still many things that the Ordnance Supervisor of the Baggage Battalion needs to continue to work hard to improve. In Wenzhong's memory, there was also an open-hearth furnace and a simple converter that could directly smelt molten iron into steel, but both methods required a stable base area. It belongs to the way of large input and large output. The steel filling method is suitable for guerrilla areas that need to be transferred at any time, and does not have high technical requirements. During the Republic of China, the civilian armed forces in Shanxi used all this method. When the Japanese came, they buried the furnace with soil and quickly moved it with the finished product. As long as you find a place that is a foot wide, you can immediately start a new stove. In an instant, steel suitable for making bayonets was made.

"Then how can it be done", Xiao Zi jumped up suddenly, grabbed the coat that Wen Tianxiang had taken off, held it in his hand, and stammered, "Prime Minister, don't kill the last general." The last will personally try, and today will definitely pour out qualified steel"!

"Okay, I just want to give everyone a demonstration", Wen Tianxiang pushed away the flute, took a pair of cotton gloves from an old craftsman, and shouted while walking in the position of the furnace: "Guiqing, you give me a hand."

"Yes, the last general will be honored," Du Hu replied in a long voice, throwing off his coat and revealing his strong muscles. Knowing that Prime Minister Wen was going to teach everyone stunts again, many old craftsmen handed over the work in their hands to the soldiers who were apprentices, and they rushed over one after another, squinting their eyes in the noon sun.

"The prime minister can afford to wait for us, it's a blessing for us! What are you, fire, and give the prime minister a hand!" Blacksmith Li Er roared at the top of his throat. The onlookers and soldiers came back to their senses and ran towards the furnace with joy. Move wrought iron to move wrought iron, add charcoal to add charcoal, and prepare to stop the steel filling work for a while.

The steel filling furnace in Wenzhong's memory is just an extension of the frying furnace, which is also suitable for guerrilla warfare, "you can refine it when you find a place, and after refining it, you need to quickly transfer it with the finished product." The two furnace chambers in front and one in the back are connected in a "day" shape, with the steel furnace in front and the charcoal furnace in the back. The best steelmaking material is coke, and the peat (coal) used to burn coke on Baizhangling is scarce, so charcoal and coke are mixed.

Du Hu is a martial arts practitioner, his arm strength is far greater than that of ordinary soldiers, he grabs the bellows handle, pulls and sends, the flame of the charcoal room hulala crosses the wall of fire, and after a while, the wrought iron is baked into a tender red. Searching Wen Zhong's memory, Wen Tianxiang knew that the fire was almost over, so he picked up a thin piece of pig iron plate with iron chopsticks and placed it in two-thirds of the steel room. The red star flew, burned under the flames, and after a few moments, the pieces of pig iron began to melt, dripping the molten iron into the red wrought iron, making a thin crackling sound. Suddenly, the molten iron began to boil, and some scum came to the surface like a pot, splashing countless sparks.

All over the south of the Yangtze River, Mongolian horses were scattering their joys, crops were falling, and cities were turned into rubble fields in the same firelight. And those cities are our homes. Du Hu's face was slowly turned red by the fire, and several soldiers wanted to step forward to pick him up, but they were all pushed away by him. Looking up at Wen Tianxiang, he saw that Wen Da was calm and relaxed, as if he had done the work of filling steel in his previous life, turning the iron with iron tongs, and evenly pouring a layer of molten pig iron on the other side of the wrought iron plate.

Huangya Cave, Wenzhong in another world, is just casting the hope of victory in the Anti-Japanese War bit by bit. Although the time and space are different, the grief and indignation of the destruction of the country and the family are the same.

Take out the iron material, calcine to remove the slag, then enter the furnace, then fill the pig iron, and then calcine. After two pours, Wen Tianxiang showed a smile on his face, and whispered to Xiao Zi: "Okay, take it and try it after quenching, and see how much worse it is than your hundred steels."

"I'll come" Before Xiao Zi could do anything, an old man over sixty years old jumped forward, unceremoniously took away the steel ball with iron chopsticks, separated everyone, ran to the mountain stream with a smoke, and stretched the steel ball into a quenching mud pit.

"Snort" white smoke rose everywhere, obscuring the excited eyes of the craftsmen.

Wen Tianxiang raised his head and saw a large group of young people surrounding the stream, both old and young, dressed in the common clothes of the Fujian people, and he didn't know what it was.

"Prime Minister, General Chen is back", Liu Zijun leaned into Wen Tianxiang's ear and explained in a low voice. "General Chen came back from Shao Wujun (Shao Wu, Fujian) and brought back dozens of craftsmen. That old gentleman's surname is Lin, and he is the head of the craftsmen."

"I've seen the prime minister", Chen Zijing's face was full of dust, and he was still dressed as a monk. "I saw that the adults were busy just now, so I didn't dare to come forward to salute, please forgive me."

"No courtesy, you're welcome in the army, is the road smooth? How is the harvest", Wen Tianxiang didn't care to see if the steel he had worked so hard to pour out was successful, grabbed Chen Zijing, and asked eagerly.

"Alas, it's hard to say", Chen Zijing sighed, his expression was a little gloomy, "We were defeated in Jiangnan West Road, and the heroes from all walks of life were defeated one after another." Lord Zhang Shijie sent troops to attack Quanzhou, but when he heard that the reinforcements from the Tartars had arrived, he hurriedly withdrew his troops from the waterway. As soon as the main force of the Great Song Dynasty left, all parts of the country fell into the hands of the Tartars, and the big households in some places were afraid that the Tartars would come to slaughter the city, so they assassinated the guards of the Great Song Dynasty, and rushed to surrender with their heads.

"Shameless", the craftsmen were furious when they heard this, and angrily touched the hammer in their hands with a clanging bell.

Chen Zijing glanced at them and continued: "Many of the magistrates who originally followed us saw the wind and made the rudder, and they all lowered the Northern Yuan. Most of the heroes and gentry who actively responded to the restoration of the Great Song Dynasty were arrested and killed by the magistrates, saying that it was to avoid the anger of the Tartars. Huang Quji, the defender of Tingzhou, took 20,000 new troops and killed Shaowu with the Tartars, burning and looting everywhere, even more shameless than the Tartars......"

This is my Great Song Dynasty, officials like to surrender and be slaves. And those gentry and common people who had never received any benefits in the imperial court rushed to sacrifice themselves for the country. Wen Tianxiang thought angrily, the mountain wind was blowing from the sky, mixed with thousands of miles of fishy smell.

"Thousands of miles are as bloody as promised, where is the loyal soul of a thousand autumns"? Du Hu looked up to the sky and sighed, and his fists were pinched loudly. Several soldiers listened earnestly, their blood-red eyes widening. Wen Tianxiang was once stationed in Jianzhou, and the places Chen Zijing said were the hometowns of many soldiers.

"What are you sighing for, you sigh, can you sigh away from the tartar? They are so proud now, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, maybe one day they will be defeated, and they will be smashed back to the desert by the people of our Great Song Dynasty with a brick. A bell-like voice interrupted Du Hu's sigh. The old man Lin who robbed Wen Tianxiang's smelting results turned back at some point, carrying the cooled steel block with both hands, and said to Wen Tianxiang, who was neither big nor small: "This adult, what do you call it, can you teach me the craft of pouring iron into steel?"

"Okay", Wen Tianxiang readily agreed, made a color, and stopped Liu Zijun and others from attacking. Walk to the stove and start from the pile of the stove to draw the old man.

"This Prime Minister Wen is really getting more and more incomprehensible", Liu Zijun looked at Wen Tianxiang's busy back and shook his head again and again.

"The adult has woken up from a coma, he has changed", Chen Zijing said with a smile, his face full of admiration, "Don't look at that old man, he is the best blacksmith within a radius of hundreds of miles." The grandfather of the town of Baoji Iron Field. Master Wen treated him with such a heart, and he was afraid that he would not bring his disciples to make ordnance for us.

Hearing this, Liu Zijun looked at the old man again, and doubted, "How old is the old man, can he keep up with our march and fight?"

"Sixty-nine, but he is a good skill, and he is a refiner. The Tatar leader Page Mimi defeated the Shaowu army, and the old man was unwilling to be a dog for the Mongols, so he rebelled with his apprentices. This time, I led someone to push iron and peat up the mountain, and Huang Quji, the traitor, sent a team of dogs to chase after him, and the old man picked up a hammer and smashed four of them, and the rest ran away with a hula. At that time, the old man's majesty, it is estimated that Huang Hansheng is alive, and it is nothing more than that."

Good man, Du Hu praised it from the bottom of his heart, but in the huge Jiangnan, there are a few heroes like Lin Laozhang. Page Mi is not a famous general, there are only more than 3,000 Mongolian soldiers and a small number of Tangut people under his command, but Huang Quji, who can be a tiger, has 20,000 new annexed troops.

The wrought iron plate in the hearth turned yellow again, and Wen Tianxiang picked up the pig iron bar and poured a layer of iron juice evenly on the wrought iron. Lin Laohan looked at it intently for a while, and exclaimed, "Good craftsmanship, good craftsmanship, I don't know where the adults learned it."

"In the book, during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, there were already people who made steel like this, and I only made some improvements." Wen Tianxiang didn't raise his head, and his mind was all focused on observing the fire color of the iron bar.

"It's three volumes of heavenly books, Master Wen", Lin Laohan squeezed his eyes at Wen Tianxiang slyly, obviously, through the expressions on the faces of Du Hu and the others just now, the old man already knew that it was Wen Tianxiang, the prime minister of the dynasty, who taught him the technique of filling steel. This pretending to be crazy and stupid, the element of temptation is far higher than the component of learning art.

"There is no book in the sky, it is a rumor" Wen Tianxiang's explanation sounded like he wanted to cover it up in everyone's ears. Lin Laohan nodded knowingly, not entangled with Wen Tianxiang on the issue of the Book of Heaven. lowered his head and pulled the fire for a while, and then quietly asked: "Master Wen, did the book of heaven say that our Great Song Dynasty will die?"

Wen Tianxiang was shocked by the question, and the molten iron deflected, falling on the furnace wall, splashing a few flying flowers. Will the Great Song die? In the memory of the dream, a year and a half later, there was no such country as the Great Song Dynasty in the world.

But now, with this group of men on Baizhang Ridge, will Da Song still die? Wen Tianxiang asked himself, his eyes gradually confused. If you can really change your fate, what kind of mark will you leave in the history books of future generations? Will the tragedy of the Manchu Qing Dynasty and the invasion of the Japanese invaders be staged according to the original history, without Wenzhong, where would he get this memory, without this unique memory, what would he rely on to turn the wheel of history......?

This paradox is so complicated, so complicated that Wen Tianxiang forgot the tongs in his hand for a while. The pig iron has been melted down, and it looks like this filling is about to fail.

"Old man, I don't mean anything else, the loess is buried in the neck, I don't want to be a dog for the tartar, it's inconvenient for you to say, I won't ask", Lin Laohan misunderstood Wen Tianxiang's expression, with a faint despair in his voice.

"The book says that as long as there is a standing Song boy in the world, Huaxia will always stand." Wen Tianxiang raised his head, looked at the eyes of Lin Laohan and a group of craftsmen, and said solemnly. Since God has given him the memory of another world, he is confident that he can use this memory to change the fate of the entire China.

Whoever is as bloody as promised, China has its own heroic soul.

In the furnace, molten iron boils and sublimates on the steel, and a billet gradually takes shape.

Alcoholic's note: The method of steelmaking and iron frying came from the base area during the Anti-Japanese War, and is not apocryphal. During the period of the Northern and Southern Dynasties in China, steel filling technology already existed. In the thirties of the last century, a practical steel-making technique among the northern bandits was called "one foot down", which was also a small frying oven that provided knives for the bandits. If someone finds it, he will fall down with one foot and run away, and his name will be imaged.

From the drunkard's point of view, the jokes of the great steelmaking of the fifties and sixties are not so much to blame for technical failures as to management chaos. When the whole country only seeks output and does not care about quality, it is strange that some people will seriously make steel and study technology.

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