Nightfall
In the black technology factory, there are three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry. Occasionally, a patrol of soldiers leads a few hounds. The defense level is no worse than Li Mingda's Tai Chi Palace.
Inside some huge rooms, with the help of generators and light bulbs, dim lights and various mirror reflections, mechanical sounds continued to come.
As the chief scientist of Li Mingda's black technology, Wang Meng is a part-time soldier and an important member of Datang's technological direction. He was also busy at night. Not only did he have to help Li Mingda continue to research and try to come up with incendiary bombs that were suitable for this era and could be produced on a large scale, he also had to inspect the quality of the weapons produced within the factory.
Fortunately
The people Li Mingda sent over were all smart and could get started quickly. Unfortunately, due to the lack of basic knowledge, there is no giant's shoulders to stand on and take a look, and everything must be learned independently.
What made him even more uncomfortable was that Li Mingda's plans and requirements kept changing. Although the general direction did not change, the turning point in the middle was the most unsatisfactory.
"Hello, have you eaten?"
Wang Meng, who was writing and drawing on the drawings by burning the lamp, surrounded by glassware, heating furnaces, and gun accessories, turned his head following the sound.
He looked at the emperor who looked like a salted fish in his family and waved to himself with a smile.
"Your Majesty, you must be up to no good this time."
As for why Wang Meng said this, it was naturally a habit inside. Wang Meng only knew that Li Mingda would only use his clone to come to him when something important happened.
If it comes, it is probably to modify some weapons plans, or to adjust the time node of the Tang Dynasty expedition.
"You can't say that. Although I always revise the weapons and expedition plans every time I come here, this time," Li Mingda continued with a smirk on his face, baring his teeth, "there is still a little bit of good news."
Putting down the pen and drawings in his hand, Wang Meng motioned to Li Mingda to continue.
Li Mingda casually transformed into a small horse, sat down and said to Wang Meng: "We can live until we die in the future."
hiss
Wang Meng clutched his heart with heartache. These words seemed to make sense, but in fact they did make some sense. After thinking about it carefully, you couldn't refute it.
"Your Majesty, let's get down to business"╮╭
"Okay, we are about to see the revival of spiritual energy, and we can practice immortality in the future."
"Um... Your Majesty, it seems that you have already said this. We have a plan to deal with it."
"The bad news is that it will start earlier than we expected, probably after we get a certain continent in Southeast Asia."
Based on the knowledge he had acquired over the years and military journals, Wang Meng knew clearly the combat power of his own South Asian country. If it weren't for its geographical location and rich products, Wang Meng would actually have suggested that Li Mingda skip this place.
If not for anything else, he was afraid that the Tang Dynasty, which would be invincible in the world, would be contaminated by unpredictable mysterious thoughts.
"Can we delay the progress?"
Li Mingda shook his head: "According to Zinas' understanding, this matter will not be postponed based on the speed of our advance, but the reward given to us will be postponed."
My own system is unreliable. Not only is the market not in this world, but I'm probably using the luck I earned here to raise a child.
That so-called friend and princess were immediately criticized in Li Mingda's heart.
However, Li Mingda is not too concerned about this. He plays a lot of development games and opens many trumpets. It is normal. Cast a wider net to catch more fish, and the more fish there are, the greater the profits will naturally be. Eggs will not be placed in one basket, but in different bowls.
After frowning and thinking for a moment, Wang Meng sighed helplessly after understanding the pros and cons: "In this case, some equipment cannot be prepared for mass production."
Indeed, Wang Meng and Li Mingda planned to rely on the strong military virtue of the Tang Dynasty to firmly establish a foothold in Central Asia. On the ocean front, a large number of ships are constantly being launched, and trained troops are also constantly being transported towards Guangdong Port.
In the first half of next year, the roads built by Zhi Saidang Rugongdun and Niang Chisangyangdun will be fully connected. At that time, Li Mingda will mobilize the cavalry of the Turkic tribes to start going south, and then form a north-south pincer attack with the Zhao Yun and Wei Yan tribe in the north, relying on 300,000 cavalry and 100,000 navy to directly push the food across the country.
Even though he had been prepared, Wang Meng was still a little helpless when the news arrived.
Sure enough, plans are inferior to changes. The only thing you can do is to adapt to the current situation and continue on when changes come.
Turning around, he took out a scroll with an expedition plan from the safe in his laboratory. He spread it out, took out a pen from his pocket, and re-wrote the time to the second year in the column of spiritual energy recovery that had been blacked out several times.
"Your Majesty, let's discuss whether those weapons will no longer be produced and those weapons should be brought forward."
Li Mingda looked at the open plan in Wang Meng's hand. Before coming, Li Mingda had some discussions with his family, Zhuge Xiaobai, and now that he came to Wang Meng, all he had to do was reveal the plan.
Of course, Li Mingda who came according to the plan was no longer Li Mingda himself. He pointed to the weapons column in the plan and asked Wang Meng: "In terms of the production process of 60 mortars and 100 mortars, according to our military strength and configuration, remove That’s the best one”
Wang Meng quickly recalled the ordnance knowledge he had learned in his mind, and said to Li Mingda.
General muzzle velocity of 60mm mortar: 140\\134 meters\/second
Maximum range: 1490\/1470 meters
Launch speed: 30~35 rounds/minute
Gun length: 610 mm
Total weight of grenade: 1.326 kg
Killing area: radius 15 meters
Our steel-making process is still a little heavier, and since it is not a modern high-energy gunpowder, the radius and range are a little worse.
For the 80 mortar, the muzzle velocity is 308m/s, the maximum range is about 6 kilometers, the shell weighs 8 kilograms, and the latest kill radius of the year was about 30 meters. Here we are more than 20 meters.
If the opponent does not have heavy steel plate armor like Datang's in the current infantry mass formation, one shot can wipe out hundreds of the opponent's troops.
Of course, this kind of thing will naturally undergo some changes as the spiritual energy comes.
"How about miniaturizing incendiary bombs and loading them into 100mm artillery shells?"
Listening to Li Mingda's question, as a military weapons expert, he instantly understood the meaning: This is the super soldier who plans to use fire to deal with the future.
"The pressure inside the 90 cubic meter bunker is 0.4~0.8mpa, and the killing range for living targets is about 50 square meters. How did you come up with this, Your Majesty?"
"The list of gods, Wen Zhong was so powerful, but he was burned to death by Yun Zhongzi's fire dragon in the end."
No matter how high the kung fu is, you still have to consider the issues of flame, pressure, and oxygen. Ordinary armies simply cannot resist this primitive and effective triple damage.
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"Your Majesty, your thinking is very clear, but the things are indeed usable."
"So what?"
To be continued
