Zhu Yuanzhang frowned.
Empress Ma also said: "Chu Ze, if it's going to be on the battlefield and it leaks like this, isn't it bad?"
Look, people speak politely.
If it were Zhu Yuanzhang, he would definitely glare at him directly: "Is this what you said?"
etc?
Why is this voice so real?
Chu Ze turned his head and glanced at Zhu Yuanzhang with bulging eyes.
"..." No wonder it's so true, people said it directly.
Chu Ze smiled sheepishly, touched his nose and took out the wet hem of his clothes, and said awkwardly to everyone: "This thing is not perfect to begin with. Didn't I bring it for you to take a look first, so you have an idea in mind."
Since it’s not the final product, it’s normal to have some problems, right?
Zhu Yuanzhang did not glare at Chu Ze this time.
He changed his gaze this time.
"How lethal is this thing? How far is the attack range?" These are also the questions Xu Da is most concerned about.
Chu Ze had already said it before, but Xu Da wanted to hear it again.
Chu Ze wiped away the embarrassment just now, put down the flamethrower, and stood in the hall talking.
"This thing is good at close combat. Once it touches the body, it will be difficult to extinguish. As for the range..." Chu Ze secretly estimated it in his mind, "For now, it is about five or six meters."
"So close?"
Zhu Yuanzhang and Xu Da frowned immediately.
"The spears of those cavalrymen are three to four meters long. Don't our soldiers have to hit the enemy's face before they can use this? Then what is the use of this thing? Aren't they sent to death?" Xu Da shook his head. It has to be like a wave drum.
That's not what Chu Ze said last time.
Zhu Biao's expressions were also a little solemn.
This lethality is indeed too close.
Chu Ze also knew.
"What we are saying is that this is just the range of the current sample. We still need to improve this thing. After improvement, not to mention 5 or 60 meters, there still needs to be about ten meters."
"That's too close. Can't it be a hundred meters away?"
According to Zhu Yuanzhang's opinion, it is best to be like a bow and arrow, with a distance of two to three hundred meters.
Chu Ze rolled his eyes almost to the sky.
"Your Majesty, this is a melee weapon. Can you be more realistic in your request?" It's only two to three hundred meters away, and you can just let him go in the king's tent, and you can take them all in one go.
"Besides, although ten meters is not very far, it is more than enough to kill the cavalry. Even if we can't burn the people, we can still burn the horses. The cavalry relies most on horses. If the horses are in chaos, the cavalry will have the lowest lethality. If we fold it in half, if we are lucky, it is not impossible to completely lose the opponent's combat effectiveness. Then let our soldiers go up and pick up the leaks, and bring back dozens of heads easily and safely, wouldn't it be nice?"
Why do you have to go hundreds of meters?
Just to embarrass him.
When Chu Ze said this, Zhu Yuanzhang and others responded in unison: "Fragrant."
It's so fragrant. According to Chu Ze's method, it's almost like picking up fallen leaves.
Just bend over.
Not only does it smell good, it smells so good.
"Just do what you are saying now, get us tens of thousands of sets and equip them for all our soldiers. When the war starts, our soldiers will stand forward with this thing on their backs, and victory will be achieved." Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes All are glowing.
Chu Ze's face was blank and expressionless: "Your Majesty, it would be great if we could make a few hundred sets of this thing. How many tens of thousands more?"
What are you thinking about?
"Now this thing needs to be improved, and the oil has not yet entered Beijing. Even if we have this barrel, it will not be used."
Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand proudly: "It's simple, Biao'er. Immediately tell me to send the oil to Yingtian!"
"You should also hurry up and take action as soon as the oil arrives."
Chu Ze: "Yes."
After the business was finished, the serious atmosphere in the palace disappeared instantly.
Everyone had fresh smiles on their faces. They looked here and touched there. If they didn't understand anything, they called Chu Ze over to introduce them.
Time flies, and it’s noon in a blink of an eye.
Queen Ma cooked the meal herself, leaving Chu Ze and others to eat.
Looking at the simple but homely food on the table, Chu Ze's mouth was full of food: "My stepmother's cooking is really getting better and better. After eating this meal, I will definitely not be able to eat anything else when I go back. It doesn’t even taste like what my foster mother made.”
"I can't eat anything else when I go back. Isn't it because you've eaten too much now and are holding on?" Zhu Xi gave him a look of disgust.
Zhu Di answered: "Obviously I am greedy, but I still find excuses."
Zhu Biao also smiled and teased: "Okay, give Chu Ze some face."
Chu Ze wanted to please his adoptive mother, but when they got along, they made trouble everywhere.
"We think these two guys are right. Chu Ze is greedy. Hey, leave some for us. That chicken leg is ours!" Zhu Yuanzhang watched helplessly as the chicken drumstick he had chosen entered Chu Ze's bowl. Staring at him angrily, "You are really promising, you are trying to grab food from me!"
Chu Ze held the chicken legs and chewed them. It was delicious.
Hearing Zhu Yuanzhang's complaint, he raised his head and taunted: "My adoptive father eats the chicken drumsticks made by my adoptive mother every day, and now he is trying to snatch them from juniors like us. Are you embarrassed?"
"Hey, you kid is rebelling!"
Queen Ma looked at the noisy people, smiled helplessly, and gave Zhu Yuanzhang a chicken leg to calm down the "war".
After dinner, Chu Ze went straight to the manufacturing bureau.
When Xiao Linzi saw Chu Ze, he immediately came up to him and asked, "Mr. Chu, can that hand pump be used?"
"It's useless." Chu Ze threw the hand pump on the table in front of him and said, "All our previous efforts were in vain. It not only jammed but also leaked. We are about to go to the battlefield. Not to mention the delay, maybe We will also let our soldiers set themselves on fire. Change it again."
The expectation in Xiao Linzi's eyes suddenly disappeared.
He came up with this hand pump together with Mr. Chu. Although it was not entirely designed by him, it can be regarded as his first work.
And it still has to be taken to the battlefield.
But now it is completely unusable.
It would be a lie to say that I am not disappointed.
Xiao Linzi took a deep breath, suppressed the emotion, and silently took out the drawings to delete and modify them.
Chu Ze sat opposite him, holding a hand pump and started tinkering.
…
Hu Mansion.
A young boy ran into the inner courtyard in a hurry and went straight to the study where Hu Weiyong was.
The man ran up to Hu Weiyong, and without even taking a breath, he urgently shouted, "The caravan heading to Japan is back!"
Hu Weiyong raised his head suddenly.
"Where are the people?"
The boy said, "It's just outside."
"Call!"
Not long after, a tall, lean man walked quickly into the study.
He bowed to Hu Weiyong and said, "Young man, I have seen you before."
"Come on, don't be so pretentious. Let's just ask why you came back so late." Hu Weiyong stared at him closely, waiting for his answer.
(End of chapter)
