Decide on the idea of casting artillery, and then it takes a lot of experiments to create a qualified product.

And about the manufacture of muskets, Tsepesch already had a plan, a drawing with a butt and trigger, which he took out of a drawer.

Let the two gunsmiths leave the office first, and Cepes's eagle-like gaze swept over a dozen craftsmen.

The butt and trigger were only a few years ahead of their time, and because of this, they were very easy to copy.

If it is used well, it can bring Wallachia several years of rapid development and narrow the gap between it and the powerful countries.

But once the technology is leaked, with the Ottoman and Hungarian heritage, it may only take a few months, and Wallachia will be far behind.

With this in mind, secrecy is paramount, and the appearance and use of triggers and butts must not be disseminated until a large number of finished firearms are produced.

Under the forced gaze of Cepes, the craftsmen lowered their heads even deeper, they came from the bottom, and they all had a heart of awe.

"Here's a drawing, you study it, and within a year, I'll be able to make at least three thousand arquebuses according to the drawing."

With current technology, pouring by hand, grinding and assembling, a dozen craftsmen can make 3,000 muskets a year, which is almost a limit number.

The craftsmen's expressions were extremely ugly, but no one dared to refute them because of the authority of Cepes.

Tsepes had to squeeze out all the productivity of the craftsmen, and of course, all this was paid.

The power of capital is enough to overcome physical exhaustion and mental pressure.

"Completed on time with quality and quantity, 1,000 ducats per person, I guarantee with my family reputation that I will never default on my debts."

Tsepeš said the reward, and the craftsmen were so struck that their faces became sluggish, and their mouths were half open and they could not speak.

Even the Duke of Da'an, who was on the side, was a little surprised in his heart, but he didn't expect that Tsepesh, a money fan, would also have a time to be generous.

"Don't be surprised, it's not easy to earn this money.

I will send you to the military fortress of Poyenali, and you will be under complete closure.

No leave before completion, no contact with the outside world, one person violates the rules, and all of them will die! ”

For the sake of technical secrecy, the production base can only be built in an inaccessible ravine.

The military fortress of Poyenali, located between Targoviste and Argeš, was the forerunner of the famous Castle of Poyanali.

It will no longer be a vampire castle as people say, but a weapon production base for vampires.

The sluggishness on the faces of more than a dozen craftsmen turned solemn again in an instant, this money is really not easy to earn.

However, they prefer to stay in the ravine and engage in high-intensity labor rather than running around to work and not be able to fill their stomachs.

"My lordship, I ...... Willing to work for you. ”

An older craftsman, with all his courage, showed his attitude with a voice not much louder than a mosquito.

Some people took the lead, and the rest took over the work, and the temptation of a thousand gold coins was too great.

"Study the drawings at once and see if you can understand them, and if there are no problems, arrange for you to go to Poyanali immediately."

Cepes pushed the drawings forward, and the old craftsman, carefully picking them up from his desk.

Holding his hands in his hands, he retreated into the crowd, where a dozen people studied Cepes's 'work'.

The bare arquebus was equipped with a butt and a trigger, and the principle and function of the trigger were also marked below.

"Oh my God! It's a genius design! In this way, the arquebus can at least ......"

The craftsmen present were all experienced and could naturally see the benefits of the trigger and the butt. Someone couldn't help but sigh, but was interrupted by Cepes.

"Don't say it's useless, just say if it can be made."

"Your Excellency, when casting, ...... the mold"

"Straight to the point."

"Yes, if you can build it, if you have enough raw materials and work day and night, you can complete the production goals you set."

The craftsmen made eye contact and finally gave an affirmative answer.

Tsepes turned his head to look at Duke Da'an and commanded:

"The men are waiting by the palace, let them take the craftsmen to the military fortress of Poyenali, and you are solely responsible for the supply of raw materials, food supplies, etc."

In front of a dozen craftsmen, Cepes had to show the majesty he deserved in order to be able to intimidate them, so that he said it very politely.

Of course, the old fritter understood Cai Peishi's intentions, bowed slightly very cooperatively, and said in a respectful tone:

"Yes, Grand Duke, leave everything to me."

"In addition, the two cannon casters are arranged in Targoviste, and you fully cooperate with them in their experiments, as long as they are not deliberately wasteful, to meet all their supply needs."

'Non-mainstream' experiments, in this era of pursuing thicker and longer artillery, I'm afraid no one will come to steal the technology.

Even if the experiment is completed and the ideal finished product is created, it will not be taken seriously until it is experienced in actual combat.

If two people are sent to the ravine, it will attract the attention of the spies of hostile forces.

As for the gunsmiths, because the current practicability of firearms is too poor, even if they are sent away in a centralized manner, they will not attract too much attention.

Make good arrangements, the specific operation does not need to be asked by Cepes personally, and the completion of the work can be checked regularly later.

Confidentiality matters, and don't worry, there will be fifty hermit monks, who will go with these craftsmen to the military fortress of Poyenali.

The production and development of artillery and firearms can be considered finalized, and after more than a year, the fruits can be harvested.

Next, Tepes rested in Targoviste for a few days, and learned about the situation on Flea Street with Stefan, and it was time to lead the troops to the battle.

Eight thousand vassals were conscripted, and five days before they had already set out on their way to Kosovo.

Tsepeš led the Poles and the hermit monks to set off as the second echelon, because they were all elites, and they would soon be able to merge with the levies in front.

Five hundred hermits, four hundred with them, and one hundred remaining, fifty to oversee the military fortress of Poyanari, and fifty to protect the safety of the members of the Basarab family.

The Ottomans' unsuccessful assassination of Tsepeš is likely to turn their anger on his family, and it is necessary to strengthen security.

Although Tepesh is not happy with the people who watch the church, they are the most trustworthy bodyguards at the moment.

The team of the expedition assembled in the square in front of the palace, and the scene of parting was staged again.

Madame Maria, with tears in her eyes, watched Tsepes leave, and at the same time greeted the family of János Hunyadi in her heart.

Vladis and Stefan gave Tsepes a hug, and Emily smiled slightly, not knowing what was in her mind.

The people of the city spontaneously organized a procession to see them off, hoping that their great monarch would bring another victory to Wallachia.