Thinking of the fireworks show the next day, Fugui'er Center was overjoyed, and it was difficult to hide the joy in his heart.

This night Fuguier slept unusually steadily, and it is said that a night without dreams is the best sleep, but for Fuguier in recent days, it is already a luxury to be able to fall asleep smoothly, dream, Fuguier has had several dreams this night, of course, the scene in the dream is always more exciting than reality.

The next morning, Fuguier woke up early, lay on the bed and reminisced about last night's dream, then hurriedly got up to wash and change clothes, today is an extremely important day for Hell City and for himself, so Fuguier, who has never been in the image of the accident, deliberately carefully touted it.

Pack yourself up, simply eat a bowl of eight-treasure porridge, and go out of your apartment, but find that the sky is a little unbeautiful, the fog in the sky blocks people's vision, and things are a little hazy ten meters away.

Stepping on the morning fog and climbing the stairs, to the top of the city wall, twenty mortar barrels have been neatly erected on the ground according to the distance, the pro-soldiers are debugging, while muttering and discussing, there are only a few people in the pro-soldiers, participated in the test firing of the mortar, and the proficiency in the control of the mortar is not as good as the few soldiers selected in the baggage team.

Children are the future of this world, and their ability to accept new things must be faster than these veterans. At this time, several veterans gathered around the little soldiers, just asking about the mortar's doubts, and these little soldiers were not annoyed, and they seemed to enjoy the feeling of being a master and a teacher every time they asked.

The sun finally struggled out of the confusion, and the fog slowly dispersed under the scorching sun, and Fugui'er saw that the representatives of all parties were almost here, so he ordered the artillery to prepare for the bombardment.

The special forces have already taught them various methods of visual distance measurement, but the calculation method of the parabola is not something that these soldiers can learn for a while, so Fuguier can only use a stupid way to solve it, using the straight-line distance from the top of the barrel to the ground to determine the angle, and using a set number of fixed angles to roughly determine the launch distance.

After receiving the order of the commander to prepare for the shelling, the soldiers began to prepare for the shelling step by step, opened the wooden box containing the shells, carefully removed the safety cap on the trigger device, and then removed the gasket on the primer cap, held the heavy shells in their hands, and waited for the commander's order.

Standing at the head of the city and looking at the Xizhou Iron Cavalry besieging the city in the distance, the soldiers were basking in the morning sun, enjoying their breakfast peacefully, completely unaware that death was quietly approaching.

"Ready...... Let go of ......", with Fugui'er's order, the soldier with the cannonball quickly got up, put the cannonball into the barrel, and quickly squatted down again.

"Knock knock...... Knock knock knock...... Knock knock knock ......" Twenty mortars were fired at the same time, and a knock sound was accompanied by white smoke rising, and the black shells were sent to the sky in an instant.

The Xizhou Iron Horseman, who was eating in the distance, faintly heard the cannon sound on the city wall in the distance, and hurriedly looked up, but saw a dense flow of stones above his head, with a whistling sound, swooping down.

The Xizhou Iron Cavalry besieging the city are also veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time, and they are usually used to seeing all kinds of different tactics on the battlefield, but today this whistling stone is the first time to see it, and the big sand bowl in his hand has not been put down, and the flowing stone has fallen to the ground.

"Boom, boom...... Boom Boom Boom ...... Boom Boom Boom ......"

With the neat and shocking cannon sound, the war horses and soldiers were swept away in an instant. Snow, dust, iron armor, cloth scraps, blood, and stumps flew in the air, and the air was filled with a heavy smell of blood and gunpowder, and the soldiers truly felt what a real purgatory on earth was.

"Release ......" another round of shells were fired, and those Xizhou iron horsemen who were dying and struggling in the face of death and escaped with their lives finally fell completely into the scattered craters.

"Cleaning up the battlefield...... Those who descend do not kill...... As long as the armor and weapons are warhorses...... Let the captives go......" Fugui'er originally thought that the five hundred iron cavalry besieging the city would need ten rounds of artillery bombardment to completely wipe out their armed forces, but just two rounds of going down, only forty shells, and the enemy army would be crushed, so today's fireworks show could only end early, and the soldiers were ordered to clean up the battlefield.

In fact, many of these people participated in the production process of mortars, but none of them thought that such a small iron pipe, such a small cannonball would have so much power, and the iron cavalry that Xizhou was proud of was only in the blink of an eye.

With this sharp weapon, it is not easy to capture a city and slaughter a domain, thinking of this, some of these representatives are excited, some are afraid, and more are secretly admired, this young general in front of him is still a little childish.

"Since the representatives of all parties are here today, I will take this opportunity to tell you about the future development and future of Hell City, and everyone will go back and convey it after listening, so that everyone can leave a ...... to prepare."

Fugui'er saw that the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield rushed into the enemy camp and did not receive any resistance, so his heart relaxed, stabilized his emotions, and took out the planning book from his arms.

According to the meaning of the rich and noble planning book, in the future, this hell city will be renamed Guangming City, independent of the Kyushu mainland, everyone takes the city as their home and distributes it according to their work, whether it is a laborer or a technician, they can marry a wife and have children here and settle down. And use the high-quality weapons and iron ingots produced in this city to exchange money and food with the outside world, as well as various living materials.

There is a flat land five miles away from the city, and when the ice breaks through in the spring, a large trading base will be built there, the entire Kyushu mainland. With the help of the superior geographical location of Hell City, the goods produced in Qi Liaoxi and Sanzhou are traded here, so it requires a large number of people to build a business or a caravan.

Hell City adopts the leadership of the city lord, and the representatives of all parties form a leading group, and all kinds of matters in the city are decided by the leading group to discuss and vote, and the first city lord is appointed by Fuguier, and the new city lord is voted by the leading group every two years thereafter.

Hell City is a city for all the people in the city, every resident of the city has the right to vote, and at the same time enjoys all the benefits of the city, and Hell City does not restrict personal freedom to stay and choose.

But there is one thing that Fuguier has repeatedly emphasized that it is easy to get out of Hell City, as long as you go to the household registration office to cancel your household registration, you can go out of the city and no longer be a resident of this city. But it is extremely difficult to enter the city, and it is impossible to enter the city without the protection of the inhabitants of the city. Even if you have acquaintances, you will have to have a long enough trial and assessment after entering the city to finally decide whether you are suitable to be a resident of Hell City. Another point is that once you cancel your household registration in Hell City, you will never be allowed to enter Hell City again in the future, no matter how much you have contributed to this city.

Fuguier took nearly two hours to fully expound his grand idea, and saw that the representatives of all parties went back to convey the spirit of memory, Fuguier continued to stand at the head of the city, until the soldiers who went out of the city to clean the battlefield, stripped off the armor on the Xizhou Iron Cavalry, and rushed back to the city with full harvest and joy, Fuguier walked down the city with a harmless smile on his face.

After a brief lunch, Fuguier took two guards and went to the most important regional mining area in the city, in Fuguier's subconscious, these laborers are death row prisoners, when Yan Sibiao was in power, he didn't treat these people as people at all, he was whipped at best, and he was beheaded at worst.

The sentry opened the big lock on the iron fence, let Fugui'er into the mining area, and quickly locked the big lock again, for fear that the prisoners would escape.

At this moment, it is the meal of the absentees, the absentees who eat fast have finished eating, find a place to squat in the leeward and sunny, and enjoy the rare leisure of the day, while the absentees who eat slowly continue to eat the hybrid pastry cakes in their hands with vegetable soup.

"Just eat this, the food will be raised by one level from tomorrow, there must be oil flowers and meat in this dish, the herald, you go and bring the dead horse from Xizhou that you brought back in the morning to come over......" Fugui'er bent down and picked up the iron spoon, turned it twice in the pot, and gave orders to the chief of the mining area and the herald.

"Go, take those people in handcuffs and shackles, they will no longer be death row inmates in the future, there are no death row inmates in our hell city, only laborers," Fugui'er saw that among the laborers squatting in the distance, there were several people with handcuffs and shackles, so he asked the master to go and remove the shackles.

"Adults must not, these people are all Jianghu people with martial arts, once the shackles are removed, I am afraid it will be difficult to control." Did the director of the mining area listen to Fugui'er's words, he bowed deeply, and his face was extremely uncomfortable.

"Come, give me the key, management is not control, it is not possible to rely on beating and scolding and intimidation, you have to learn to change your thinking, if you are a general who leads troops to fight at this time, then these people are your brothers who charge into battle together, you wantonly beat and scold and punish your soldiers, be careful that you will be calculated by your own people......"

As Fugui'er spoke, he took the key and personally unshackled these laborers, and the laborers who removed the shackles were neither ecstatic nor rising, looking at Fugui'er with indifferent eyes, not understanding what the young official wanted.

"Don't take off my shackles, the old man is voluntarily punished, and it has nothing to do with others...... Fugui'er walked up to an old man in rags, and was about to open his shackles, but the old man shouted in a low voice to stop Fugui'er.

Suddenly raised his head, his eyes were facing each other, Fugui'er saw a cold gaze, the coldness was fleeting, and then looked carefully at the old man was still old, looking half-dead.

Fugui'er knew that this must be a well-hidden martial arts master, and since he didn't want to go to the shackles and no longer forced him, he simply turned back to the cooking hut and carefully packed up the dead horses sent by the soldiers.

Fuguier packed up the dead horses, and saw that the laborers had finished eating, and the miners' directors hurriedly shouted for everyone to start work.

"Wait, take an extra half an hour of rest today and then start work, I will have something to say," Fugui'er raised his head and shouted, but he didn't put down the work in his hand, and when the tall war horse was divided and thrown into a few cauldrons to boil, Fugui'er cleaned up the blood stains on his hands and opened his mouth to everyone.