After arranging the preliminary preparations for the outbreak of war, Wang Rui plunged headlong into the steel mill and military workshop as usual. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He worked day and night to develop his mortar, as he had done when he had started his own machine shop.

In fact, Wang Rui had built twenty doors in the first year of Chongzhen, but the weight was as high as sixty catties, and the range and rate of fire also made Wang Rui very dissatisfied, so he could only stay on the protective wall of the barracks and military workshops, and use them as small artillery.

After tossing to the Lantern Festival in the second year of Chongzhen, Wang Rui finally built his first mortar. The caliber is six centimeters, and the total weight is thirty pounds, basically an adult man can carry it away.

After several rounds of live-fire testing, Wang Rui determined that its standard range was about 120 meters to 1,500 meters. This range is actually average, and it is far inferior to any Hongyi cannon.

However, the rate of fire of this mortar made Wang Rui very happy. Its rate of fire, every minute, reached approximately more than ten rounds.

With a lightweight, easy-to-carry, and extremely high rate of fire, as long as the number of weapons is sufficient, Wang Rui believes that any cavalry charge can only collapse in the face of a dense rain of steel.

In order to ensure that his weapons that transcend the times are not leaked, Wang Rui specially selected 200 teenagers from the orphans of the guard battalion to form a closed independent artillery production line.

And he himself went hand in hand to teach one teenager after another. After more than ten days and countless wastes of steel materials, the first mass-produced mortar was finally moved out of the workshop at the end of February.

After another secret test firing, Wang Rui was convinced that the mortars mass-produced in the future could reach the indicators of the first gun that he had finalized.

It was not far from the time of Jiannu's invasion, and Wang Rui made up his mind to start mass production at all costs.

After the actual combat training of the battles of Inchon and Seoul, and the mass production of mortars began, Wang Ruijiu's heart finally relaxed.

So, he began to remember the full dog heads again. It's time to take it out for an official and change some money!

Since these captives were cut back at the end of October of the first year of Chongzhen, although they have been carefully made by the soldiers, the temperature has been very cold in the past few months. However, Wang Rui couldn't stand it, so he let people pull this military camp and that military camp to go around for exhibition, and now he has begun to stink.

"Hey! It would be nice if the second brother came over! If he doesn't come back, these Jiannu heads will all be ruined. Wang Rui sighed with Ma Ju at lunch that day.

"Third brother! Eat without saying a word! Ma Ju interrupted with a smile.

It's time to eat, and you just mention those dirty, smelly and coaxing heads, and you don't let people eat? You don't have to do that!

Wang Rui smiled and stopped talking. The two were about to bury their heads and continue eating, when they suddenly heard a familiar voice outside the office shouting: "Eat fish? ”

Wang Ruima smiled at his acquaintance, immediately put down his rice bowl, and quickly walked out the door.

As Ma Ju walked, he also chanted loudly: "Eat and drink, bend the humerus and pillow, and enjoy it." ”

When the two walked to the door, they saw that the person who came was Pan Xuezhong, the second brother who Wang Ruibai was concerned about.

However, he did not come alone this time. He was accompanied by two delicate ladies.

It was the beautiful face and her personal maid who caused a sensation in Hangzhou that day!

"Second brother, my third brother and I are still talking about you. I can't imagine that "say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive", you will come back today! It's just wonderful. Ma Ju smiled and beckoned.

"Haha, I miss a few brothers too. Bing'er, come here, I've seen your two uncles! After Pan Xuezhong casually bowed his hand to the two, he beckoned the beautiful lady behind him to come over to greet him.

"Fan Bingbing, a slave, has seen two uncles!" The little lady behind Pan Xuezhong, Wan Tingting, stepped forward and said a blessing to the two of them in an elegant manner.

Wang Rui glanced at her, and didn't dare to look at it again. Well, the picture is too beautiful to look at directly!

Because this woman is really like a peak, her waist is like a bee, and her beautiful eyes are even more amorous. It's really the type that brings disaster to the country and the people!

After Wang Rui followed Ma Ju and returned the salute slightly, he only heard the woman say to Ma Ju: "If you want to come to this uncle, you are the one who writes peerless poems!" The slave family will represent the three thousand daughters of Hangzhou Mansion today, and thank their uncle for their wonderful poems! ”

"Ahh Why did the younger siblings say this? How can a brother write any peerless poems? "Ma Ju became a second monk for a while, and he was a little confused.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind sad fan! Uncle just said this sentence, he has expressed the love of the world's children, and caused countless Hangzhou daughters to cry! Such a talent can be described as unparalleled in ancient and modern times! Uncle is really a genius in the world! After Fan Bingbing finished speaking, he bowed slightly.

"Haha! Brother and sister are welcome! However, you haven't found the right owner. Ma Ju laughed and pushed Wang Rui out.

He lightly pointed at Wang Rui and introduced: "This poem is written by my third brother!" ”

"Foolish brother Wang Rui, I've seen my sister-in-law! This poem is really the work of that day's drunkenness, and it should not be praised by my sister-in-law! Wang Rui didn't dare to look at her, so he bowed deeply.

Wang Rui, in his own words, may be a pig, but he eats it. In his previous life, in addition to being quite particular about clothes, he didn't seem to have any hobbies, so he got rid of workaholics, saying that he was a literary and artistic young man was all promoting him.

I never thought that after crossing over, I would suddenly become more than twenty years younger. At this time, he was at the age of his blood.

In his previous life, "Fan Ye", who was called Bingbing, was one of the objects of his sexual imagination, and after hearing her call herself Fan Bingbing just now, he couldn't help but glance at her. I didn't care about this point, but I found that Pan Xuezhong, the new concubine, was really close to "Fan Ye".

Did "Fan Ye" also cross over? Wang Rui was a little dazed. If it can happen to him, won't it happen to someone else?

"Uncle is gracious! Has my uncle ever had a woman who loves love? Or is there a lover who is not married? Fan Bingbing asked curiously with a frown.

In her imagination, the person who can write such a poem must be a handsome son who has experienced countless emotional twists and turns, and loves him to death. I never thought that the main owner was a heroic and handsome young man, with some dust and mud on his clothes, and he was dressed as a warrior and a craftsman.

"Never. It's really a hot brain, which makes my sister-in-law laugh! Emperor Qin and Han Wu, hussars and guards, and did not pass on poetry to the world. Wang Rui said disapprehantly.

"Xianggong, the slave family can't imagine that there is really such a frank person!" Fan Bingbing looked back at Pan Xuezhong in disappointment.

In her mind: With such talent, why can't you raise people to be a soldier? If it is the title of the gold list, wouldn't it be compared to a martial artist! After seeing Wang Rui today, although the feeling is not bad, the contrast is too great!

No wonder he didn't care about such a good poem, and even gave it away at will! Fan Bingbing was slandered in his heart.

If translated into modern words: How stupid and strange does this have to be, to do such an unreliable and stupid thing of burning the piano and cooking cranes?!

"Bing'er, do you believe it now? I told you, he'd say that! I like it, though, domineering! Pan Xuezhong said with a smile to the beautiful lady beside him.