Start Being a Vassal King Today - Chapter 152

[Chapter 152 Casting Iron Molds]

“What’s the matter?”

Zhao Xu showed interest.

Wang Ying glared at Wang Chong, and said slowly: “Your Highness came back just in time, and the iron mold will be poured today. Do you want to observe it in person?”

“What a coincidence.” Zhao Xu showed a look of surprise.

Building bastions and battleships is in progress. In the future, both bastions and battleships will need a huge amount of artillery.

Now that the iron mold is cast, the next step is to make the artillery.

For him, this matter is very important.

He was not dazzled by this autumn hunting victory.

Beidi is powerful.

This failure was just a trap in Kutu.

Even Chang Wei admitted that Beidi soldiers were brave and good at fighting.

If the two families go to war in the wild, maybe he can win, but the loss is definitely not small.

The high mobility of cavalry allows them to retreat at any time, making it difficult for the enemy to pursue.

It can also quickly maneuver to the strategic point and seize the opportunity.

Especially if there is an overly long supply line, facing an opponent with a large number of cavalry is simply a nightmare.

That’s what I thought of.

He believes that facing Beidi and Xiliang for a long time, he can only take a defensive position.

And artillery is a sharp weapon for defense.

Faced with the current complicated situation in Yanzhou, this is also the straw for him to protect Fengtu.

“Let’s go and have a look.” Zhao Xu walked out.

When the three of them arrived at the Bingzhang Division, they saw eighteen columns in the yard.

This is the final step of pouring.

When he came to the cylinder, Zhao Xu saw that half of the clay cannon was placed inside with the muzzle facing up.

The cylinder where the mud cannon is placed is also made of mud, and there is a gap between it and the mud cannon.

The molten iron is poured into these gaps.

The reason why the clay cannon is cut, half, and half poured is because when the cannon is made, the two molds can be poured together.

After pouring is complete, the mold is separated and the cannon can be taken out.

If it is poured as a whole, the cannon will only be built once in the future, and the iron mold will be smashed once to take out the cannon.

“Your Highness, the molten iron is ready, do you want to pour it now?” Wang Ying asked.

“Let’s start.” Zhao Xu nodded.

Although he had these materials in his mind, it was his first time seeing them live.

Wang Ying gave the order, and the craftsmen immediately brought the molten iron.

A high platform was temporarily built with soil in front of the mud column, and craftsmen went up to the high platform to pour molten iron into the gap between the mud cannon and the mud wall.

After the molten iron filled the gap between the two, the craftsman poured the molten iron into the muzzle of the mud cannon.

After the pouring was completed and the molten iron was allowed to cool for a period of time, Wang Ying ordered the clay cannon to be chopped into pieces.

Finally, I cleaned it with a pole tied with a cloth strip in front.

The iron mold was finally completed, and it took three hours.

After all, the iron mold needs a long time to cool down.

“Bring that half.” Standing in front of the iron mold, Wang Ying lightly stroked the outer wall of the iron mold, which still had residual heat.

The iron model in front of him is only half of it.

At this time, the craftsman brought the other half of the iron mold.

When the two iron molds are closed, it happens to be a complete iron mold.

“Well, that’s right, that’s what it looks like.” There was a smile on the corner of Zhao Xu’s mouth.

The next step is to use this iron mold to make cannons.

“Your Highness, this iron mold is ready, the art of making cannons?” Wang Ying rubbed his hands.

For him, this is the itching thing.

King Yan said that with one shot, it would be corrupted for three or four miles, which was beyond his imagination.

Obsessed with various skills, he couldn’t resist the desire to make artillery.

“Tomorrow you come to the palace to pick it up.” Zhao Xu said.

The manufacture of artillery does not mean pouring molten iron or molten steel directly into it.

There are still a series of technical points in the casting process, which he needs to sort out.

“Yes, Your Highness.” Wang Ying was delighted.

Zhao Xu looked at Wang Chong, “You father and son, one makes guns and the other develops ammunition. Now they can be combined into one. I hope to finally see a real artillery that can fire cannonballs.” The

father and son looked at each other and nodded .

After leaving the Military Division, Zhao Xu returned to the palace.

Before he reached the gate of the palace, he saw Chang Wei and the generals above the rank of lieutenant in the army talking about something, with an angry expression on their faces.

Seeing Zhao Xu’s arrival, Chang Wei said: “Your Highness, do you know that Kutu will arrive at Yanguan soon?”

“Yes.” Zhao Xu said.

He knew the news the day he set off from Yunhai County.

Dong An is not only responsible for doing business in Jinling, but also responsible for delivering important news about the capital.

“Then Kutu returned to the grassland just like that?” Chang Wei’s voice raised an octave.

“That’s right, Kutu was captured by the soldiers with their lives. How could they be released after being frightened by Beidi people? Your Highness, let the last general lead his cavalry to kill Kutu before he enters Yanguan.” Chen Huju Clenching his fists, he was even more excited than Chang Wei.

Lu Chang’s eyes were red: “Your Highness, during the siege of Charha, hundreds of soldiers died like this, and Kutu went back like this. How can the general be worthy of these dead soldiers?”

“…”

In their view, the battle is They beat people, they caught people.

The court released Kutu in this way, which was humiliating King Yan and them.

Zhao Xu waited until the generals had finished venting their grievances, and Fang slowly said: “Do you think this king is not complaining? Is this king not angry? It is refreshing to kill Kutu, and this king can also bear this responsibility. At worst, I will be imprisoned I will be in prison for a lifetime, but what will the people of Yan County and Shanggu County do? Wait for the Yuan family to make a comeback? Wait for Beidi’s iron cavalry to slaughter their wives and daughters again?”

He currently has no capital to fight against the court, and has to rely on the court to restrain Yuan Family.

One day, if he can dominate Yanzhou like the Yuan family did in the past, he will naturally not have to suffer from such arrogance.

He considered this point more deeply than Chang Wei and others.

When the generals heard the words, they all fell silent.

Mo Yu sighed, he told Chang Wei about this.

His old friend in Yanguan sent him a message.

It’s just that he didn’t expect Chang Wei and the generals to be so impulsive.

“In the court hall, the eight powerful families, the heads of the six families, the two families are silent, and even the courtiers bluntly said that they exchanged the old coins for peace. I have my own thoughts, and I don’t want to fight Beidi. In the battle of Ningjin, if the powerful army did not retreat when encountering the enemy in order to preserve their own strength, it would not be what it is today.” Mo Yu said.

Zhao Xu took the words and said: “So put away your grievances and save them to go back to training. Weakness is the original sin. When you are strong enough, the grassland is just a cage for Beidi people. Don’t talk about Kutu, their Khan can do it too.” Capture him!”

After Kutu was escorted to the capital, he was mentally prepared for this.

The royal family is weak, and Zhao Heng is still reluctant to let the elite of Yanguan be buried in Beidi’s hands.

At that time, he, the emperor, really became a loner.

Like Zhao Heng, the Shizu didn’t want to consume their army.

“The autumn wind gallops out of Yanshan Mountain, the bowed back glows and the bright sword shines on the frost, the emperor Hehuang land has not yet been received, and I don’t plan to look back at my hometown. This poem is for you. I hope you will sing it all the time. Don’t forget today’s anger.” Xu Xu Again.

“The autumn wind rode out of Yanshan Mountain, bowed his back, and the sword shone in the frost. Hehuang land, the son of heaven, has not been harvested. I don’t plan to look back at my hometown.” Mo Yu read this sentence softly.

He looked at Zhao Xu and felt that he came to the right place in Yan County.

“Yes, Your Highness.” Chang Wei and other generals chewed on the poem, their blood surging.

(end of this chapter)