"His Majesty?"
Everyone smiled bitterly and shook their heads.
Even Yuan Keli and Sun Chengzong, two veterans and famous officials who had experienced several wars, shook their heads when faced with the enemy's strength.
With the Ming Dynasty's current strength, as long as it fights steadily and kills the slave-building coalition, it will be a matter of time.
But what is involved here is the issue of battle damage and consumption of supplies.
A conservative estimate is that 500,000 people will die in the battle, and at least tens of millions of taels of supplies and 30 million taels of pension silver and war rewards will be consumed. It is hard to say how long it will take.
They could not accept the return of the First World War to the situation before the emperor ascended the throne.
The most difficult thing is to cut the weeds without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze will bring new growth. From now on, there will never be peace on the border of Ming Dynasty.
"Everyone, siege warfare is not that difficult! At least it is not a big deal for the Ming Dynasty, especially for the Ming Dynasty a few years later."
Without waiting for anyone to say anything, Chongzhen said softly: "In the past, we could only rely on ladders to attack the city. Repeated attacks on the city consumed the defense supplies, which were piled up with human lives.
Or instigate rebellion against the general, cooperate inside and outside, conduct a sneak attack, etc.
Or it could be a large army besieging the enemy, waiting for the enemy to run out of food, and then collapse without a fight, etc.
But now there are firearms, and there are a lot of firearms. If you can't use the Fo Lang machine gun and the Tiger Crouching Cannon, you can always use the General Cannon and the Hongyi Cannon. There are also Palm Thunder and Bangtian Thunder.
If ten gates are not enough, then use one hundred gates; if one hundred gates are not enough, then five hundred gates, one thousand gates, or three thousand gates;
There are one hundred thousand thunders in the palm, and there are twenty or thirty thousand thunders in the sky.
I have a lot of money, but I want to see if their big cities have iron walls, if their warriors are indestructible, and if they can stop my thousands of cannons. "
"This kind of tactic, I call it tactical interweaving when it is poor, and firepower coverage when it is rich."
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What is domineering.
The emperor's words were domineering both inside and outside.
Not to mention the Hongyi cannon, even a salvo of 500 general cannons can knock down a section of the city wall ten or twenty times. With a head start, it is considered good if the enemy's combat strength can be maintained at half.
Meteors fell from the sky, city walls collapsed, and the enemy's limbs and arms were broken, or their bodies and bones were shattered, leaving no bones left.
Thinking about that scene, everyone was trembling, but their eyes were full of excitement.
After being excited, everyone calmed down, with a wry smile in their eyes.
They admitted that the scene mentioned by the emperor would definitely come true, but they didn't know how many years later it would be.
"Your Majesty, all the ministers believe what you said, but the Hongyi cannons at the Firearms Research Institute only produce twelve cannons a month, and one hundred and fifty cannons are used in a year.
The general has more cannons, but not much more. It will take two or three years to get three to five hundred.
The problem is that Jiannu and others will quickly manufacture firearms after they have North Korea's firearms technology. When the time comes, there will still be large casualties under the bombardment.
Although the palm thunder and the sky-blasting thunder are powerful, their disadvantages are also obvious. They need to contact the city wall, otherwise they are useless. "
"snort!"
Chongzhen snorted coldly: "I don't believe it. The Ming Dynasty has a vast territory, rich products, and the treasury is stacked like a mountain.
As for the tiny little places of Jiannu, Fusang, and Mongolia, what can they do even if they have firearms technology? Can they still be faster than the Ming Dynasty? "
Having said this, Chongzhen paused for a moment: "I am not arrogant or arrogant, but I have something to rely on."
"I met a family in Suzhou. I have a hunch that maybe the Firearms Research Institute will make a big breakthrough in smelting. As long as there is a breakthrough, it will be easy to make two to three hundred guns a month, and the quality will be better."
Hearing this, everyone smiled bitterly and really didn't know what to say.
Even if they believe in the emperor very much, this technology is meaningless unless it has been realized.
The battlefield is changing rapidly. Once the war starts, there is no time to wait.
Seeing this, Chongzhen just shook his head slightly and did not explain anything. He is now telling everyone that there is a thing that can go up to the sky and attack from the sky. How can these people believe it?
"Your Majesty, the things Zheng Zhiqi brought back from Fusang have been delivered outside the gate of Qianqing Palace."
Just when the atmosphere was slightly awkward, the Fang family at the door came in to report, breaking the awkwardness.
Chongzhen waved, and in just a moment, a box was carried into Dongnuan Pavilion, followed by Zheng Zhiqi, who was waiting outside.
"Zheng Aiqing, let's start!"
After Zheng Zhiqi saluted, he opened the box and a lot of miscellaneous things were revealed in front of everyone.
Zheng Zhiqi didn't say a word. He took out the pieces one by one, placed them on the table, and then started assembling them again. It took only half a stick of incense to assemble the big hug-style tube.
"Your Majesty, this is just a rough assembly. It looks good but useless. The actual manufacturing is far more complicated than this."
After everyone took a closer look, the curiosity in their eyes turned into disappointment. They said that the big tube was actually a big fire gun, just a little shorter and thicker than the fire gun.
Chongzhen was speechless when he saw it. He had to say that the Fusang people were real tigers.
The caliber reaches 80 millimeters, and it's a fucking one-man operation. Aren't you afraid that it will miss the target due to recoil and hit your own army?
If the barrel exploded, the person holding the barrel would probably be dismembered directly, but from this point of view, the courage of the Fuso people was great.
That's commendable, but it's so fucking anti-human.
"Your Majesty, there are three types of bullets in this large barrel. The first type is this large round metal bullet.
The second type is a small round bullet called the Thousand Killer Bullet by the Fuso people. It is said to be a Thousand Killer, but in fact it only has a few dozen rounds.
The third type is large arrows called stick fire arrows by the Fuso people, which are used to destroy ships, city defenses, etc. "
There are quite a few tricks...
Everyone complained, picked up the three types of projectiles and looked at them slowly.
After a while, Yuan Keli said softly: "Although this thing is somewhat tigerish, if there are more than a thousand gates and can fire thousands of people to kill, it will be very powerful.
But these sticks and fire arrows used to destroy ships and city gates are useless, but they are fine in Fusang.
Not to mention city defenses such as Beijing and Shanhaiguan, Ningyuan City is undoubtedly a fool's dream if it doesn't have thousands of gates bombarded for days and nights. "
"What Mr. Yuan Ge said is absolutely true."
Zheng Zhiqi took the words and chuckled: "Not to mention the big city of Fuso, there are only a dozen or so. Although the two hundred vassals are also called vassals, to be honest, they are almost the same as our larger towns. The walls are low and there is not even a moat.
Those defenses are just like some cottage gates, mostly made of wood.
If they didn't join forces, the Forbidden Army could sweep them all with just one guard. "
Everyone is big or small, think about it.
There are more than 200,000 and 50,000 sergeants in more than 200 feudal lords, and the average number of soldiers in one feudal lord is 1,250. To say that towns and cities are promoting them is to say that villages are at war with each other.
After the two men joked like this, the atmosphere in Dongnuan Pavilion instantly became much more relaxed.
