How prosperous can a pre-industrial era be?

A small port handles more than half of East Asia's trade, hundreds of ships enter and exit every day, and the farthest voyage has reached the Red Sea.

It's just that this helmsman is not as relaxed and happy as people imagined.

The noisy shouts were noisy, it was not far away from the six-story glass dome shareholders' conference room, listening carefully, I could feel the irritability in the tone of these rich people, the office door was also constantly knocking, and the sweet and beautiful voice of the female assistant was also anxiously coming in.

"Miss, everyone is waiting for you!"

"Are you there?"

But in the midst of so many voices, Luo Ning sat in front of her desk sluggishly, and a lot of thick copywriting had been piled up, and each cover was shockingly marked with a cinnabar pen with a big red cross.

As the noise became more and more intense, finally, as if finding a life-saving straw, from the bottom of the desk, Luo Ning turned out a black book and opened it, his hands trembled violently, the beautiful little Kai on weekdays were out of shape, and even some ink beads splashed out, and after writing, because of panic, he didn't even have time to wait for the ink to dry, Luo Ning had closed the book heavily, It was placed in the basket for departure.

At this moment, with a bang, the executive director's office was slammed open, and her personal female assistant stood behind in horror and timidity, but in front of her were three rich young people wearing coats similar to the tunics of later generations, and also put on suspenders, two men and one woman, their faces were not too good-looking, looking at the panicked Luo Ning, they only maintained the politeness on their faces, and their voices were as cold as ice slag.

"Executive Lord, the board of directors is waiting for you, and I need an explanation from you!"

"If you're still procrastinating, the board can only solve the !! through the majority shareholder"

At the other end, Northland, Bauktu.

The thick smoke and dust, the strange firelight, and the sound of fear, crying out for help, and fighting in my ears.

Walking in the spacious but empty palace in a daze, white silk ghosts hung on the beams and pillars, cold, lonely, suffocating fear was biting Zhu Yujun's heart all the time, her chest was depressed like pressing a big stone, and her hands and feet were stiff and fluttering in front of her.

"Don't!!"

The familiar but sharp cry of begging suddenly came to her ears, and the fear made Zhu Yujun tremble as if she turned around and fled, but an unknown force pulled her, making her involuntarily lean in that direction.

Puff~

A stream of red blood suddenly dyed the white silk hanging on the hall red, and with a plop, something fell to the ground heavily, and fear finally completely swallowed Zhu Yujun, covering her small mouth with one hand, she turned around sharply and fled back in horror.

However, the light and shadow were suddenly staggered, obviously escaping from the palace, but the next step, she just stepped into the palace, on the ground, there was a rich blood color everywhere, and the corpses were lying there, sister, sister, queen mother, Concubine Yuan, Concubine Li, and the nightmare that she would never forget, that figure, that pale face, sad eyes, messy hair, and long sword dripping with blood, were all placed in front of her.

"Why did you give birth to my house? Why did you give birth to my house!! ”

In a shrill roar like a crow, the blood-dripping sword was raised high at her.

"Ahhh!!hhh

Screaming, Changping sat up suddenly, the movement was too violent, a heavy thing tumbled off her chest and rolled down to her strong thighs, beads of sweat had wet her forehead, and the tips of her hair were sticky on it.

It turned out to be a dream!

I wanted to wipe the sweat with my hands, but I pumped it twice, but I still couldn't move, a pair of small hands were still tied behind my back by Han Xiaomo's mischievous five-flowered five-flower, and I don't know if it was tied or pressed, and the whole arm was numb, and this pillow with his bulging little chest was used as a pillow, and the culprit who pressed his nightmares actually slept comfortably on his thighs, making Changping curl up on the same bound thighs.

But at this moment, suddenly a fierce knock on the door slammed up, and outside the door, a voice with a rich Mongolian accent shouted anxiously, and there was a hint of rapid trembling in the voice.

"Your Highness, have you woken up?"

"Officers and soldiers, officers and soldiers and Zarut Mongolia, kill! It's here! ”

was suddenly startled and wanted to get out of bed, but the binding of her whole body made Changping struggle twice in a row and didn't get up, and under anxiety, her difficult little buttocks moved back, letting Han Xiaomo's little brain fall on the bed, and then the little feet that were put together together stepped on her face unceremoniously.

"Wake up!!"

It was still the glass bridge aisle between the three sub-buildings, but the well-dressed directors of the Jin Merchants Guild were replaced by the dirty Bansheng coal workers, and the windows on each floor, as well as the Bansheng men with old-fashioned muskets and bows and arrows, nervously squatted and guarded.

Ang Turi, Zhao Dazhuang, and even Zhang Junrong have already arrived here early.

His hands and feet were numb, and when he went up the stairs, he didn't fall a heel, holding on to the handrail, Changping stood firmly, and in the stunned gaze of several leaders, he staggered to the window of the aisle.

"What's going on?"

Ang Geturi didn't speak, and he didn't need to explain, because in the blink of an eye, the vast Bauktu grassland had been revealed in front of Changping.

On the left, the Sulu ingot battle flag hung with a ball of yak hair floating ferociously in the wind, the chaotic Mongolian light cavalry carried a herding bow on their backs, carrying a scimitar in their hands, howling like a mad dog, and the dense cavalry lined up, I don't know how many layers.

However, they are only a threat, and the right side is downright deadly.

The battle column formation, two corps in one column, three rows, the edge is the cavalry brigade, between the front and the gap of the corps, the double horses with heavy field guns in the soft grass pressed out a deep rut, the thick army formation is like the black sea of the rising tide, overwhelming, and the bayonet on the shoulders of the private is floating a mountain of knives on the sea.

Dozens of bright characters, Mao characters, and Tian characters are full of evil spirits, hunting and flying in mid-air.

Even if he and Mao Jue had reviewed the Jingshi Army and the merged Northern Group Army, but when he really faced this army, Changping still felt a sense of suffocation, and couldn't help but shout.

"So fast!"

It was also full of shock, and it was also suffocated for a few seconds, Zhao Dazhuang lowered his voice, and said quietly and urgently, "Plus the men who came back from the Sunit Department and the Weng Gu Department, now the coal mine can fight about 10,000, if it drags on for a few days, some on the edge of the desert"

"How many days?"

This tense preparation was suddenly interrupted by laughter, full of mockery, Zhang Junrong sneered disdainfully, "Do you think it can drag on for a few days?" Naive! ”

"Old thing, you say it again?"

The neck was full of green tendons, Zhao Dazhuang tilted his head and was about to pounce, but he didn't even pay attention to him, stretched out his hand, Zhang Junrong said with a smile.

"Open your dog's eyes and see clearly! On the far right, the first corps of Shanxi Town, which is branded with a blood-red battle flag, is based on the first to fourth regiments of the Hegang Corps, which has been led by the scholar Sun of Hubu Shangshu and Wuyingdian University, as the backbone of the main corps, in Wula, Jilin, this army has hardly shaken the main force of more than 100,000 Jurchen Eight Banners, the battle of Shanhaiguan, and the hard resistance of Li Chuang's more than 500,000 troops took turns to attack for as many as a few days, dragging the army to the moment of strategic encirclement! ”

"The one on the left back, the army with many red dots on the armor, that is the Shanxi Fifth Corps built with the Yizhou Trapping Regiment as the backbone, even if it looks like those reckless men are not pleasing to the eye, Lao Tzu has to praise them, when the Osaka Three Formations, this group of bastards was the first to kill the flag army of the old bastard of Tokugawa Iemitsu, desperately fighting, no one is wilder than them."

With his fingers retracted, his face full of pride and disdain, Zhang Junrong snorted and continued, "Not to mention those meritorious regiments, just those newly built ordinary regiments, a regular soldier has also gone through thousands of kilometers of training, hundreds of thousands of assassination training, thousands of rounds of target training, individual combat is enough to knock down a few people, a fierce man who takes killing as his profession, it's up to you"

Zhang Junrong didn't say anything more, but the entire Bansheng leader became silent again.

"Your Highness."

"Yes!"

From the bag he was carrying, Changping took out his news notebook and handed it out, "Send someone to give this to Qu Shiyun and Tian Tao, I believe they should be able to negotiate!" ”

Ang Geturi's eyes fell on Zhang Junrong, but the stinky and hard old police chief stood behind Changping with his arms in a muffled voice, shook his head helplessly, took the news book, and handed it to Han Xiaomo again.

"Xiaomo, please go for a run again!"

"Xiaomo knows, promise to complete the task!"

The young man didn't know what it was like, he took the book very angrily, and then the wild girl of the grassland hurriedly ran downstairs, and after a while, a horse with a white flag, alone and rushed out against the mighty army.

Under the almost suffocating gaze of Changping and a few people upstairs, facing her, the two sturdy cavalrymen who suddenly rushed out of the military formation easily grabbed the girl like carrying chickens, put them under the crotch and ran back to the military formation, but half a minute later, the Shanxi army that was still rolling into the tide finally stopped abruptly.

Even Zhu Yujun couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and the tense bodies of the other leaders suddenly relaxed, and they glanced at it contemptuously, but Zhang Junrong himself couldn't help but secretly exhale a breath of turbidity.

A few minutes passed, squeezing out of the legionnaires lined up like a wall, and Han Xiaomo hurried back to the Bauktu Coal Mine again.

"Brother! Brother Zhao! The two big officials on the opposite side asked for negotiations! ”