The Great Industrial Ming Dynasty Started from Beiping

Chapter 292 The Death-Promoted Spirit of Little People

"It has been five years since I developed industry in Beiping and changed the model of Beiping."

In the barren desert.

Several riders seemed to be running around the land aimlessly.

It is difficult for people in the Central Plains to understand thousands of miles of uninhabited people in peacetime, so they cannot understand the laws and dangers of no-man's land.

He Kuan and several colleagues, including military households and staff members of the Research Department, once again risked their way deep into the desert.

Amidst the boring and tense fatigue, He Kuan heard the words of the little prince before he left.

"In just five years, there were always people who wanted to rob us. They lacked living supplies, and they didn't want to produce by themselves, because they couldn't do it."

"So they thought of using swords and horses, robbing us of our supplies, burning our houses, taking our women captive, and they were proud of it."

He Kuan is not good at riding.

Try to keep up with your companions.

The hard work along the way cannot defeat this tough worker.

He gripped the reins tightly in his hand.

"In just five short years, in order to eliminate those who looted us, counting this time, we fought back three times."

"In such a short period of time, why did they defeat them twice? They just didn't give up and insisted on looting and humiliating us."

"Because in the traditional social model, every time we go out, we will lose money no matter whether we win or lose."

"And even if they lose, at worst, they can start all over again in another place. There is no loss, because they have nothing in the first place."

"He Kuan."

"It's a new era."

"With what we need in that barren land, it's time for us to fight back."

"In this war, I want to change the previous model, so I need you to take another risk, for the sake of the people and Ming Dynasty, I wish you success."

A smile appeared from the corner of He Kuan's mouth, which was full of wind and frost.

He really wanted to see that day.

The group of them met many tribes, many of which He Kuan had contacted, and they traded with Daming normally.

Because of He Kuan's performance in the desert, he can play more roles, which also makes him start to participate in more dangerous things.

He Kuan knew quite a few tribes, and these people were the ones to be wooed.

Let them understand.

Da Ming and them are not enemies, only those who want to rob Da Ming and vent their animal desires from him are Da Ming's enemies.

But man.

There are always many selfish ones.

The whereabouts of He Kuan and his party were spread.

Behind them, a group of cavalrymen were closely chasing.

He Kuan couldn't help but look back, seeing those pursuers who were getting closer and closer, he couldn't help being timid.

Those scimitars seemed to be inserted into his body the next moment.

"Don't look back, just stare at the front, what they want to catch alive must not fall into their hands."

The words beside him made He Kuan even more nervous.

"Move forward."

Sudden.

A famous rider confessed, then pulled back the horse, turned around, took out the three-eyed firecracker, and charged towards the pursuers.

"Bang bang bang."

After approaching, the enemy in front of the rider was beaten into a sieve.

Suddenly.

The pursuers were killed and wounded.

This result was unacceptable to the enemies, and they swarmed up and hacked the rider to death. Looking further, the target that was approaching just now ran away again.

The pursuers have three horses per person. They are skilled in riding and jumping flexibly on horseback.

They resumed the chase.

He Kuan fell off his horse.

His leg is broken.

Dozens of riders surrounded him, laughing smugly, using words He Kuan couldn't understand, but He Kuan knew he was laughing at himself.

He Kuan took out his knife.

He struggled to stand up, enduring the pain in his short legs. The horse next to him was taken away by an enemy, and he had no way to escape.

His mind was blank, and negative emotions such as pain, fear, and despair made his whole body tremble.

A rider leader showed contemptuous eyes.

Looking at the cowardly look of the Han man, he could barely lift his weapon. This is a coward, a coward.

"You, surrender."

The rider can speak Central Plains dialect.

He Kuan understood the strange language.

He Kuan also saw the contempt in the man's eyes.

In an instant.

Many past events emerged in He Kuan's mind.

The growth experience in China Heavy Industry, the culture and knowledge learned during training, and the history of insults over the past century.

Finally, I thought of Seventh Sister.

If you don't come to the grassland to take risks, you will live a good life.

I am in the research department and have a job that everyone envies.

He Kuan is He Kuan.

He is the most representative of workers' spirit in China Heavy Industry, in an environment where material civilization and spiritual civilization are synchronized.

He pointed the knife in his hand at the leader of the riders.

This provocative behavior made the rider leader feel angry and felt that he was insulted, so he stopped his subordinates.

"You don't have a horse, I don't have a horse."

The man got off his horse and spoke an unfamiliar Central Plains dialect.

The scimitar in his hand danced casually, moved his arms, and walked up casually, without paying attention to his opponent at all.

He could see that the person in front of him was not a soldier.

But it doesn't matter.

He Kuan began to tremble again, the smell of death made him uncontrollably terrified.

The man suddenly took a step forward, quickly knocked out the knife in He Kuan's hand, and then cut He Kuan's arm, leaving a bone-deep wound.

"Hahaha."

"Haha."

Laughter came from around, full of pride.

"You, surrender."

The chief did not forget his errand.

He Kuan stared blankly at his bloody arm, feeling strange.

It didn't hurt as much as I imagined, and it wasn't as scary as I imagined. It seemed that all negative emotions disappeared.

From the ridicule of the enemies, He Kuan felt that he shouldn't be like this.

He glanced at the leader and saw that he didn't stop his movement, so he bumped to pick up his knife.

He gripped his weapon with both hands, took a deep breath, and suddenly let out a loud roar.

"come!"

Second knife.

The leader was like a cat playing with a mouse, it was easy to kill the person in front of him, but he wanted to break the back of the guy in front of him.

He Kuan is no longer afraid, really no longer afraid.

"Come again!"

Fourth cut.

He Kuan ignored the scars on his body, his clothes were stained red with blood, he felt full of strength.

The sixth knife.

"Come on, kill me."

He Kuan decided to risk his life to leave a memorial on the other party.

No. 12 knife.

People quieted down.

"You are a warrior, let's go." The leader put down the knife in his hand, and sent He Kuan's horse back.

He Kuan didn't leave.

"Pick up your knife and come kill me, our duel is not over yet."

He Kuan knew that he had lost a lot of blood, and he insisted on not falling down now, with a belief in his heart supporting him.

Only 30 years have passed since the era of slavery.

Remembering history will always fill people with the spirit of struggle.

……

A cavalry appeared on the skyline.

Hold high the Yanwang banner.

Some people sent news to Bolin Timur, so when the interest with Daming was getting deeper and deeper, someone naturally sent news to Zhu Gaochi.

After learning of the danger, although it was only to save a few people, Zhu Gaochi still chose to send a cavalry.

Zhu Gaochi didn't know if he would come or not, there were several Mongolian Taiji in front of his eyes.

"Daldai, I am very happy that you can convince everyone to choose to submit to Daming. Your choice is right."

Zhu Gaochi comforted him.

In Daldai outside Kaiping, I finally smelled the smell of war.

In order not to become a hostile target, he decided to completely submit to Daming.

The materials needed by the tribe can be obtained through trade with Daming. He also understands the changes in Beiping's strength and knows that looting by force is no longer feasible.

There are many people like Darday.

"His Royal Highness, we hope to maintain peace, and the mutual market between Kaiping and Daning will continue like this forever."

Hearing their demands, Zhu Gaochi approved them.

"As long as you abide by the rules, I can promise you that you will live up to Daming, and Da Ming will live up to you."

"I don't know when King Yan will arrive in Daning, can I meet King Yan?"

Although he knew that Zhu Gaochi's prestige was not low, and now he was inspecting Daning instead of King Yan, Dar Dai hoped to get the promise from King Yan himself.

"Father will not arrive in Daning in the short term, my promise to you is valid."

Dardai was a little dissatisfied upon hearing this.

He knew that King Yan had become the most powerful person in the northern border, and would lead the army to patrol the border, so Zhu Gaochi's words aroused his suspicion, whether he was perfunctory.

Zhu Gaochi saw Dardai's thoughts, so he patiently explained.

"My father's border patrol, I have already asked my father to postpone it. This border patrol will be different from the past."

"Dartet, your choice is very lucky."

For more explanations, Zhu Gaochi didn't say, enough has been said now.

"His Royal Highness, I hope you will not lie to us."

Zhu Gaochi looked away.

From the perspective of strength, Dardai in front of him is not worth mentioning to the present Beiping, whether it is history or present.

But Zhu Gaochi is willing to reason.

Shortly after.

The bodies of He Kuan and the others were sent back.

Zhu Gaochi went to see it himself.

At the scene, Zhu Gaochi was speechless for a long time.

He Kuan is a real talent.

Although it is just an ordinary manager of China Heavy Industry, if there are more talents like this, then China Heavy Industry will be more invincible.

"Call on all workers to learn from He Kuan's spirit!"

in the impending war.

Zhu Gaochi not only wants to change the previous war mode, but also promote many new things to completely rejuvenate the new atmosphere of Beiping.

He Kuan's death cannot be in vain.

His spirit will live on forever.

In Peking Grand Theatre.

The theory of twelve equal temperaments provides a perfect standard for music and changes the problem that various musical instruments cannot communicate and compare.

Musicians can use the same music system for performance and arrangement, which greatly improves the comparability and communication of music.

There are large differences in the tonality and expression of various musical instruments, and now there are clear divisions.

For music, it is a music theory that spans the ages.

Now the Peking Grand Theater has a separate band, which is busy rehearsing new army songs.

Not only the band, but also the theater team is about to embark on a military tour.

(End of this chapter)