In the eyes of his later generations, these hydraulic machinery are of course a little bloated and not very useful, really to say that the efficacy, compared with the post-modern large-scale mechanized production controlled by the computer is naturally far inferior, and even the first industrial revolution in the production under the support of the steam engine has enough gap, but it has gotten rid of the dependence on manpower to a certain extent. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

What's more, no matter how backward and bloated these hydraulic equipment is, at least in this world, whether it is the East or the West, the south or the north, bustling and tens of millions of countries, the only one who can use and use this hydraulic equipment is Daming!

At least for the current Da Ming, it is enough.

And Zhang Shun, Wu Chucai and others are full of emotion in their hearts, thinking about the dilapidated and pitiful workshops that Ye Yingwu created in Tongshan a few years ago, once upon a time, they have become these magnificent large-scale equipment and large-scale workshops in front of them, how can so many generals who have followed Ye Yingwu all the way, seen all the way, and fought all the way in bloody battles.

They didn't know what the function of these hydraulic equipment was—and of course His Majesty the Supreme Emperor didn't know—but they knew very well that the production of instruments here no longer needed the painstaking efforts of craftsmen to make them by hand, and the utensils produced were no longer the tall, short, fat, thin, good and bad flying thunder cannons outside Xiangyang City.

If you really need words to describe the scene in front of you, I'm afraid it's only four words.

Great country weather!

And Guo Shoujing pointed to the workshop in front of him and said in a deep voice: "A workshop of this scale is already the largest in Jiangjun Mountain, there are five in total, and it can produce a hundred firecrackers per day. In Jiangjun Mountain, there are 12 workshops smaller than this, which are the main places for the production of large open firearms. ”

Looking at the instruments that were constantly running under the drive of water, as well as the craftsmen who were shirtless and shouting slogans around the instruments, Ye Yingwu nodded, didn't say anything, just quietly looked at the lively scene in front of him, and didn't want to come forward to disturb.

However, it seemed that they still felt the sound of the conversation behind them, and many craftsmen subconsciously turned their heads, and when they saw the figure standing on the hillside not far from the greenhouse, everyone subconsciously put down the work in their hands and held their breath. Several officials from the Ministry of Industry who were in charge of supervision also rushed over.

Guo Shoujing looked sideways at Ye Yingwu, although he didn't say it explicitly, but Ye Yingwu also understood the meaning in his eyes, and naturally wanted Ye Yingwu to say a few more words to the craftsmen. Xiao Yangzi, who was following behind Ye Yingwu, coughed lightly, and several guards immediately pressed the handle of the knife and stepped forward to hug Ye Yingwu. There are quite a few of these craftsmen, and they are all young and strong young men, who can guarantee that there are no people who want to be unfavorable to Ye Yingwu.

Ye Yingwu waved his hand and let the guards around him follow, although he knew that his safety was very important, but he knew that if he went forward under the protection of the guards at this time, he was afraid that he would really miss this rare opportunity to contact the craftsmen. When needed, Ye Yingwu is definitely not worried about taking risks.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Ye Yingwu, and I have worked hard to see you working here for the prosperity of my Ming Dynasty and the smooth bloody struggle of the front-line soldiers! I'm so grateful! Ye Yingwu raised his arm and said loudly, the hat in his hand had been taken off by him and waved towards the flow of people gathered like a tide under the hillside, the red dragon bright yellow towards the royal sky shone in the sun, and Ye Yingwu's voice also echoed in the workshop of this valley.

"Great work! I'm so grateful! Ye Yingwu roared again, and the crowd below had already erupted into various sounds after a short silence.

"Your Majesty? Is it really Your Majesty? ”

"What did Your Majesty say・・・・・・ saying that we have worked hard?"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty commends us!"

"Your Majesty, this is our Majesty of the Ming Dynasty, just standing there!"

And all the voices turned into a monotonous and repetitive shout, and countless craftsmen raised their hands and arms at the same time: "Hurray! ”

"Hooray!" Long live after long live as the wind continued to rise and stir, and soon became the only but shocking shout in this valley and in this general mountain!

"Hooray!"

Countless people were shouting loudly, and the nervous looks on the faces of Xiao Yangzi and the other guards gradually calmed down, and they finally understood why His Majesty stepped forward directly without fear, because in this shouting like a wave, I am afraid that anyone who has the courage to disrespect Ye Yingwu will be knocked down by the people around him who have fallen into a frenzy before they have moved their hands.

Guo Shoujing obviously expected this scene a long time ago, but looking at the crowd of people below and looking at these craftsmen who had created too many miracles under Ye Yingwu's leadership, he sighed in his heart, and secretly wondered if His Majesty's encouragement would be higher today and tomorrow. In the heart of this scientific maniac, Ye Yingwu's arrival and encouragement are just a variable, a variable that is beneficial to him.

It's the first time I've seen Deng Mu and Zhou Mi like this, their faces are a little pale, they turned out to be idle clouds and wild cranes between the mountains and forests, such a battle scene, naturally it's the first time to see it, it's impossible not to be shocked, even they thought that they had already stopped the state of mind, at this moment, in this countless repeated shouts, there were also turbulent waves.

They thought that the Ming Dynasty in front of them was just a continuation of the former Song Dynasty, just some good luck, once upon a time, such thoughts were shattered with the arrival of Ye Yingwu, and the moment when Ye Yingwu stood at the foot of the hill and took off his hat and cheered at his craftsmen. What unfolded before them was a new Ming, a young and somewhat excessive, but single-handedly created a new world.

There is no one before, and there is no one after.

Deng Mu and Zhou Mi glanced at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

"Mu Xin・・・・・・" Zhou Mi muttered, his eyes never taking his eyes off Ye Yingwu's back and the craftsmen who kept cheering.

Reaching out and taking off the official hat and holding it in the palm of his hand, Deng Mu didn't know when there were beads of sweat on his forehead, but he didn't rush to wipe it, but said softly: "Such an emperor, such a shout, with the firearms you and I have seen, and the General Mountain that has been living for a few days, is there anything else to say." Brother Gongjin, Your Majesty is the lord of the world, and he uses you and me so much, what else is there to say. For the first time, I was ashamed of the idea of hesitating for the past few days・・・・・・"

He put his hat back on, as if the process just now was to show that he would treat his position with a new mentality and a new way, his eyes followed Ye Yingwu's back closely, and there was an indescribable firmness: "From now on, Deng is not talented, only effective death." ”

(Author's note: Gongjin, Zhou Mi table words, and Zhou Yu's Gongjin is not the same word)

Zhou Mi didn't answer, obviously looking a little stupid.

Not caring about the courtiers with different expressions behind him, Ye Yingwu quietly watched thousands of hands waving in front of him, looking at every cheek that was red from the flames and cheers, and finally showed a smile on the corner of his mouth. The crowd below, the shouts that shook the world, were something that really comforted him.

My workshop, my craftsmen, my subjects, my Ming ・・・・・・

Subconsciously looking up at the sky, Ye Yingwu exhaled lightly.

And my firmament.

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Thousands of miles away, Shanxi building is annoying.

Torrential rain poured down.

God seems to want to hold back the rain that has not fallen all the summer, and in the past few days it has all been poured into this basin, the muddy road cannot go down at all, and the howling wind has been rolling down the hillside, as if the wind between heaven and earth, a radius of thousands of miles, is concentrated here. What's more, it's not summer at this time, the wind is biting cold, plus the rain, it's even colder, if it weren't for the fact that it was a little hot a few days ago, I'm afraid everyone would think that winter has arrived.

It was dark, and the dark clouds seemed to be able to hold down the distant mountains at any time, and it was long time impossible to tell whether it was day or night.

The rain flowed down the hillside and pooled into the basin, and an army barely able to maintain formation made its way forward with difficulty—the road seemed no different from the surrounding wilderness, which had long been barren by war—and their blades could still be raised against the dark clouds that pressed down, but the flags were already wet and stuck to the flagpoles, and they were so heavy that they could not be raised even by the wind.

"Damn, who told Lao Tzu that this is official? Lao Tzu has been marching and fighting for so many years, and he has never walked such a difficult official road! The sound of scolding came from the wind and rain, although it was not loud, but it caused the hearty laughter of the tired soldiers who hesitated and marched hard.

Not to mention that compared with the straight road that the Ming Dynasty is building now, it is the ordinary official road inherited from the former Song Dynasty in the Ming Dynasty, and the quality is much better than this, even if it is rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and it may even rain continuously for more than ten days, but there has never been a muddy road like this, and there is basically no way to pass the big vehicles.

Several guards held torches, pulled up the canopy, blocked half of the sky, and they wanted to shelter from the wind and rain is not the few cross-legged and standing in front of them, but the generals hold the map, this is the brother of the brocade guard in exchange for their lives to get the map, because the war situation is urgent, a total of three or four copies were transcribed, and here is one of them, if you lose one, you can lose one less, of course, you must be most careful to protect, these generals would rather be in the rain themselves, but also to cover the rain shed - in fact, it is two curtains - Give this a map.

After all, the journey was difficult and rainy, and everyone was almost soaked, and they didn't care about it for a while.

The closest to the map is the Xuanwu Army General Li Fu, the Ming Dynasty captured the Nanyang general, but also the Ming Army in the Confucian generals, at this time has washed away the bookish atmosphere when he just joined the army, standing here has a long-standing calm and because of the young and revealed sharpness.

Behind him, the one who kept passing and marching in the rain curtain was the "Nantian Sword" Xuanwu Army of the Ming Dynasty. Even the Xuanwu army came all the way to support, which was also a reflection of the importance that the Ming Dynasty attached to the Northern Expedition.

Li Fu's eyes have been swimming around Lou Fu, and his partner, Xuanwu Army Supervisor Yang Ting's face could not hide the anxious expression, the scolding just now was made by him, at this time he pointed to the map and said in a low voice: "The sentry horses scattered out in front of us, no one has come back until now, I don't know where the second division on the left wing and the third division on the right wing are, just by virtue of the first division around us and the Chinese army directly under the direct jurisdiction of only a thousand people, we have encountered the main force of the Mongolian Tartars, how to stop it?" ”

"Heaven is not beautiful, the road is difficult, and there is no way." Fighting side by side with Yang Ting for several years, how Li Fu didn't know the character of his partner, he complained so much, definitely not because he was greedy for life and afraid of death, after all, this fierce general has always liked to lead the charge of the master, but because he was worried about the battle situation, the original good rapid march has been completely disrupted by the heavy rain.

Li Fu and Yang Ting, who are now acting with the First Division of the Xuanwu Army, have no idea where the left and right flanks are, and the Fourth Division, which escorts the baggage after the break, does not need to be counted on -- this muddy road, they are estimated to be still coiled around Shizhou or Taiyuan Mansion in the south.

The Xuanwu Army couldn't find anyone within itself, let alone find the Jinghu Army that was still directly crossing Loufu on the easterly side and advancing towards the mountainous area north of Loufu, as well as the Tianwu Army and the Shenwei Army that pressed over from Yanmen Pass. As for the most important and only target of the Ming army's encirclement and annihilation battle, the main army of the Mongol Tatars, now they can't even see a single hair.

And the sentry rider who has not been sent back has made Li Fu and Yang Ting even more worried, is it lost on the road, or is there really no way to move forward due to the weather?

What is there in the thick darkness of the surrounding hills and rain?

When the wind blew, Li Fu couldn't help but hit a spirit, and said in a deep voice: "How far is it from Lou Fu?" ”

"I don't know, but according to the pace of the march we calculated, there should be three miles left, and Mashan is about to arrive." Yang Ting took a deep breath and replied, although he was a little angry and helpless, but these were still in his heart, and he had even thought about it many times, otherwise Li Fu would not have blurted out when he asked.

"You can't mess up by yourself," Li Fu frowned and said, stretched out his hand and pointed on the map, "Now our various departments can't communicate with each other, and the Mongolian Tatars have suffered defeats, and they must be even more chaotic, so it is estimated that they are not as good as the various departments that my Ming Dynasty is advancing forward." Regardless of whether the Jinghu Army can reach the north of Loufu in time, break through the Mongolian Tatar camp, and seal the last road, our Xuanwu Army must first complete its goal and take down Loufu! ”

Yang Ting nodded solemnly, and was about to speak, when suddenly there was a shout in front of him, followed by the sound of horses' hooves churning in the mud and splashing water. The soldiers of the Ming army who were silently advancing on the road directly got out of the way, and the cavalry rushed to the location of Li Fu and Yang Ting, and rolled down directly from the horse.

However, he obviously didn't care about his embarrassment, and rushed to Li Fu in three steps and two steps: "General Qiyu, I found the Mongolian Tartar Brigade in the east of Loufu City, the number of people is not clear, it is estimated that there are more than twenty or thirty thousand!" ”

"Where?!" Li Fu and Yang Ting stood up straight all of a sudden. After the first defeat of Qinshui, the second defeat of Mayi, the third defeat of Yanmen Pass, and the continuous fighting in the previous months, twenty or thirty thousand is definitely the main force of the Mongolian Tatars.

"When my subordinates came to report, it was about four miles away from Loufu City, and now it is estimated to be closer!" The sentry was covered in mud, and the expression on his face was even more hideous in the firelight and in the wind and rain.

"Uncle Zhang!" Yang Ting cried out, his hand pressed on the hilt of the knife, his face full of murderous intent.

Several division commanders and brigade commanders around him also looked at Li Fu without blinking.

The Mongolian Tartars are four miles away from Loufu, and the period of time when the sentry cavalry came to report should be about the same as the distance between the first division and Loufu City, or even closer, that is to say, the first division plus the nearly 10,000 soldiers of the Chinese army are very likely to arrive in Loufu at the same time as the main force of the Mongolian Tartars.

"We are almost a step late," Li Fu's voice could not hide his excitement, everyone had to trek hard for so long in this storm, and finally found the main owner, he looked around and said with a smile, "Do you know what is the most fortunate now?" It's that we didn't carry much baggage! ”

Yang Ting and the others couldn't help but smile at once.

"Let's go, march in a hurry, annoyance to the building!" Li Fu Langsheng ordered, "Occupy Loufu before the Mongolian Tatars!" ”

"General, what if we don't have Mongol Tartars?" A brigade commander subconsciously asked.

Li Fu glanced back at him and laughed: "Then drive them out!" ”

The rain poured down, and the long dragon with torches suddenly sped up, tearing through the darkness.