"It's true that this guy isn't easy to master."

Zhu Zhangui nodded approvingly, then looked at the old man and said seriously: "But I don't want to master him, as long as he can do what I command." ”

"As for the so-called loyalty."

Zhu Zhangui shook his head with a smile, looked at the old man and said frankly: "My grandson has never believed that there is absolute loyalty in this world. If there is no betrayal, it only shows that the benefits of betrayal are not enough. ”

"Don't say anything else, just talk about the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, grandpa, can you be sure that everyone is loyal to you?"

The old man shook his head slightly, "How is it possible?" ”

Zhu Zhangui spread his hands.

"That's not the end of it."

"In my opinion, the so-called loyalty is just taking advantage of each other."

"They do things for me, I give them what they want. If one day they betray me, it means that I can't give them what they want. In that case, the result is, either I kill them, or they kill me. ”

"Of course, I don't deny absolute loyalty, but I don't think I can meet it."

"Okay."

Zhu Zhangui's answer made the old man can't help but applaud.

He didn't expect Zhu Zhangui to see people's hearts so thoroughly at a young age.

It wasn't until the end of the Battle of Jingyan, when he had been an emperor for a long time, that he saw through this.

Sure enough, children who have seen big scenes are different.

While Zhu Zhangui's answer satisfied the old man, the old man remembered Zhu Zhanji who was kneeling outside the door.

In the past, when Zhu Zhangui was not there, the old man still felt that Zhu Zhanji had cultivated him well.

can be beaten since Zhu Zhangui came back.

The old man looked at Zhu Zhanji, how awkward.

I think this kid is too innocent and simple, and he always thinks about the world so well.

"Since you want Ji Gang, then you can keep it, if you can't control it one day, just look for grandpa, and grandpa will deal with him."

"Grandson, thank the emperor!"

Zhu Zhangui breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and hurriedly knelt down to thank him.

"Haha, you little."

The old man was also in a good mood, and after laughing, he walked down and helped Zhu Zhangui up, and reached out to Zhu Zhangui.

"Grandpa, what are you doing? I'm your grandson! ”

Zhu Zhangui was taken aback and hurriedly dodged.

"Smack!"

The old man's face turned dark, and he slapped Zhu Zhangui in the face, "Bastard boy, you think about these messy things at a young age, did you bring that fire gun?" Show me, it can spontaneously combust without fire. ”

Zhu Zhangui was speechless.

If you want a firecracker, just say it, what does it mean to get started, two big men, let others see it, maybe it will be misunderstood.

Stretched out his hand and pulled out a fire hammer and handed it to the old man.

Originally, this kind of weapon was not allowed to be brought into the palace, but the palace guards guarding it didn't recognize this thing and thought it was Zhu Zhangui's toy.

In order to shoot Zhu Zhangui, the second emperor's grandson, he didn't take it away.

Handing the flintlock pistol to the old man, Zhu Zhangui turned his head to the little snot who was standing next to him and was always serving: "Go and beat the guard officer at Zhengyangmen for 20 boards, I came in from there." ”

The little snot instantly understood, glanced at Zhu Di, and after seeing him nodding, he walked out.

Poor escort officer, I wanted to make a sycophant, but I didn't expect to mix 20 boards.

Raising the flintlock pistol in his hand, the old man studied it for a while, recalled Zhu Zhangui's actions with the gun, and opened the hammer in a similar way, aiming at a pillar in the distance.

"Smack!"

As the hammer fell, the flint friction created a spark.

The old man suddenly took off the flint on the crane's beak, played with it in his hand for a while, and looked at Zhu Zhangui beside him.

"Who came up with this kind of spontaneous firecracker?"

Zhu Zhangui grinned and took the credit on himself without shame.

"Grandpa, this is not called a fire pistol, this is called a flintlock pistol, which I developed according to the principle of fire sickle."

Saying that, Zhu Zhangui pulled out another one and began to explain to the old man.

By the way, he envisioned a long-pole flintlock pistol for infantry.

The old man also listened carefully, and occasionally asked some questions in his heart.

"Good things, good things, the Shenji Battalion must be equipped with this kind of spontaneous combustion firearm, and the combat power will be at least several times greater."

Zhu Zhangui nodded in agreement, and then said distressedly: "That's true, it's just that the barrel is too difficult to make, and these barrels in my hand were made by craftsmen who drilled for several months and scrapped a large number of materials." If you want large-scale equipment, the Ministry of Industry must at least gather a large number of skilled craftsmen and be busy for a few years. ”

The old man naturally understands this truth.

The firearm equipped by the Shenji Battalion is very laborious to build as big a pipe.

If you change to create such a slender tube, the man-hours will be at least several times greater, and the quality cannot be guaranteed.

Such a good weapon could not be used before the Northern Expedition, and the old man was a little annoyed.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the fire guns equipped by the Shenji Battalion were not in the shape of guns.

Rather, it is an arm-thick cylinder, filled with gunpowder crushed stone or iron pieces to kill and injure enemies.

Somewhat similar to a shotgun, and the range is very short, only twenty or thirty paces away.

This manually ignited fire gun is not only troublesome to load, but it may directly mute the fire in wet weather, and if it encounters rainy weather, it will be directly blind.

Although this primitive firearm has such and such shortcomings, it is still the most advanced firearm in this era.

Not rotten, only worse.

Compared to the enemies who still use swords, the firearm used by the Shenji Battalion is already a cross-era weapon.

The Shenji Battalion is the pride of the old man, and he has always believed that the weapons used by the Shenji Battalion are the most powerful in the world, and there is no one of them.

But since he saw the spontaneous fire gun used by Zhu Zhangui, the old man's pride was gone.

Since he came back yesterday, he has been thinking about this kind of spontaneous fire, thinking about who else will be his opponent if the equipment is given to the Shenji Battalion.

Even for this reason, even Zhu Zhangui directly ignored the killing of a brocade-clothed guard on the street.

But it's still that sentence, if you can't make it, everything is in vain.

Holding the flintlock pistol and watching it for a long time, the annoyed old man inadvertently caught a glimpse of Zhu Zhangui who was squatting next to him, yawning boredly.

Why should I let the Ministry of Engineering build it?

Isn't this kid connected to another world?

The other world is so powerful, it should be okay to get some gun barrels, right?

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the old man's face.

raised his hand and slapped it on Zhu Zhangui's shoulder.

Zhu Zhangui, who was yawning in boredom, suddenly felt nervous when he saw the old man's kind smile.

The old guy laughed so obscenely, he must not have thought of anything good.

"Jungyu!"

Zhu Di had a smile on his face and shouted cordially.

Hearing this title, Zhu Zhangui didn't say a word, got up and ran.

"Bastard, where are you going, come back to me."

How could the old man let Zhu Zhangui run away, reached out and grabbed Zhu Zhangui's leg, and pulled it back.

"Grandpa, you can't catch a sheep and pull wool hard! If I continue like this, I'll be bald. ”

The Shenji Camp is a big hole, and Zhu Zhangui doesn't want to be pitted in.

Helping the Shenji Battalion build firearms, the powerful thing is that the imperial court has nothing to do with him Zhu Zhangui.

Thankless things, Zhu Zhangui will not do.

The old man can ask for sample drawings.

But if you want him Zhu Zhangui to pay for the Shenji Battalion and help build firearms, don't even think about it.

In this regard, the old man just smiled, grabbed Zhu Zhangui's leg and did not let go, and said the temptation of the devil.

"Little cub, do you want the Divine Machine Battalion?"

Zhu Zhangui, who was struggling to run, stopped his body suddenly, turned his head and stared at the old man.

ps: The weapon map of the equipment of the Shenji Battalion during the Yongle period, I have already placed it in the circle of book friends, and interested brothers can go and take a look.