Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Chapter 341: Three-barreled fire gun costs ten taels of silver. If you think it's too expensive, don't buy it.
On the vast battlefield on the outskirts of Yingtian Prefecture, the terrain is wide and undulating, just like a magnificent painting slowly unfolding.

The soldiers of the Shenji Camp were like a fortress made of steel, arranged in square formations in strict and orderly manner.

The musketeers stood proudly in front, holding the sophisticated three-barreled muskets tightly in their hands.

An ample supply of ammunition was placed not far away.

The bullet was as bright as a star in the dark night, and its craftsmanship was exquisite.

The soldiers were wearing extremely sturdy armor, their helmets were tight and each piece of armor was flashing with a cold light.

They have undergone long-term, rigorous and scientific training, and their movements are smooth and flowing.

The coordination is seamless, as if they are a symbiotic whole.

In the woods on one side of the battlefield, a group of assassins who had lost their weapons were hiding.

Zhu Jiantong's face was solemn, like the gloomy sky before a storm.

I saw that his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes revealed determination and unwillingness.

In fact, Zhu Jiantong knew very well that facing the powerful Shenjiying, this was almost a hopeless battle.

However, the heavy mission behind him bound him like an iron chain, forcing him to make this desperate decision.

Zhu Jiantong first sent out a small group of assassins who were as agile as ghosts. These assassins had all undergone special and cruel training.

They are good at sneaking in the shadows and attacking without making any noise.

Making clever use of the undulating terrain and the cover of trees, they quietly approached the flank of the Shenji Camp like a ghost.

Trying to create chaos and tear open the seemingly indestructible defense line.

The large force in the rear held their breath and waited, like a flood about to burst its dam.

Accumulating the last bit of strength, waiting for the charge to sound.

The assistant general Qi Xiang had a sharp gaze, as if he could see through every movement on the battlefield.

He is experienced and wise.

The assassins' subtle movements did not escape Qi Xiang's eyes.

He decisively dispatched some well-trained and battle-hardened elite troops to strengthen the defense of the flanks.

These soldiers are not only proficient in close combat, but the sharp spears and solid shields in their hands are also powerful weapons for them to defend their line of defense.

When the assassins thought they were close to success without being noticed, they were about to launch a fatal attack.

The musketeers on the flank of the Shenji Battalion suddenly opened fire like thunder.

In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, smoke filled the air, and bullets whizzed out like a storm.

The assassins rushing in the front fell down in an instant, and their blood dyed the ground red.

Seeing that their whereabouts were exposed, the other assassins had no choice but to launch a hasty charge.

Following Zhu Jiantong's order, the large group of assassins rushed towards the Shenji Camp like a surging tide.

His heart was filled with determination at this moment, and he roared at the top of his lungs.

He cheered everyone on, as if he wanted to pour every last bit of his life's strength into this charge.

However, General Qi Xiang, the assistant commander, remained as steady as a rock and was not moved at all.

He calmly ordered, "Let the musketeers open fire once the enemy is within effective range."

In the first round of shooting, dense bullets streaked across the sky like meteors, bringing with them the roar of death.

The assassin rushing in front was instantly swallowed up by the storm of bullets.

They fell down in large numbers, and the tragic scene was horrifying.

However, the assassins were like ghosts driven by obsession, with no intention of retreating and continued to charge forward at the risk of their lives.

The Shenji Battalion quickly launched the second and third rounds of shooting, and the rain of bullets intertwined into a death net that covered the sky and the sun. The assassin troops suffered heavy casualties in this ruthless firepower, and the road ahead was paved with blood and death.

But they still gritted their teeth and fought hard to move forward.

At this moment, the assassin on the flank finally broke through numerous obstacles and approached the defense line of the Shenji Camp.

However, what awaited them were soldiers ready for battle.

The sharp spears stood like a forest, and the sturdy shields were like a solid wall, blocking the assassins out.

Although the soldiers of the Shenji Camp were as nervous as a taut bowstring, they kept in mind the requirements of their daily rigorous training.

His eyes were firm and his actions were decisive.

Every shot, every defense.

They all poured in their courage and determination, their palms were already full of sweat, but they still did not back down.

Zhu Jiantong watched helplessly under this suffocatingly powerful fire suppression.

The brothers around me fell one by one, withering like candles in the wind.

His heart was filled with helplessness and despair, a deep feeling of powerlessness, as if the whole world was collapsing.

However, Zhu Jiantong was still shouting at the top of his lungs, trying to get everyone to continue charging, even though there was little hope.

Eventually, the Assassin's charge momentum was completely curbed, their morale collapsed, and they fell into chaos.

The remaining assassins looked at the Shura field before them and knew that the situation was hopeless.

They turned around and fled in panic like dogs that had lost their homes.

But how could the Shenji Camp let them go easily? The sounds of muskets continued to rise.

The projectiles relentlessly pursued the fleeing assassins, picking them off one by one.

In the end, this brutal battle ended with the overwhelming victory of the Shenjiying.

The assassin's troops were almost wiped out, with corpses strewn all over the ground, but the Shenji Battalion itself suffered almost no losses, like an unshakable mountain.

The glorious victory of the Shenji Camp was like a thunderclap that shook the earth, exploding on the surrounding land.

The envoys from vassal states who were watching the battle through telescopes from afar were terrified and became increasingly wary of the Shenjiying's unparalleled firepower and impeccable tactics.

The first to react was Prince Nakong Ying of Suphanburi, who asked cautiously, "Your Highness, will this type of firearm be sold at the upcoming merchant auction?"

Zhu Biao turned to look at Zhu Gang, "Third brother will be in charge of these matters. If Prince Suphanburi has any questions, he can help you answer them."

Zhu Gang nodded and said: "This three-barreled fire gun originated from the 'Pear Blossom Spear' of the former Song Dynasty. After being improved by our Daming Firearms Institute, it has become a multi-purpose firearm.

It combines the features of a rifle and a firearm, and can be used both for long-range shooting and in close combat.

The three-barreled musket is usually forged from wrought iron, and its appearance is three bamboo-shaped single guns mounted together.

There is a small hole on the outside of each gun barrel for adding gunpowder and projectiles.

It is designed to fire projectiles in combat and can also be used as a close-quarters weapon if necessary."

Upon hearing this, the Ayutthaya envoy asked impatiently, "How much silver would it cost to purchase one of these three-barreled muskets?"

Zhu Gang raised a finger. Before he could speak, the Lan Cang envoy said in disbelief, "You want ten taels of silver for a gun? The cost of a bird gun is only three taels of silver!"

Prince Nakong Xiong of Suphanburi said with disdain: "It is a great favor from His Majesty that His Majesty can sell such powerful firearms to our vassal states.

I just observed that when the horn was blown, the soldiers in the first row fired three shots at once.

After another blast, the second volley was fired. Only after three volleys were fired did the soldiers in the first row retreat and reload their guns.

A bird gun simply can't do that, and you think ten taels of silver for one is too expensive.

When the investment auction begins, you Lan Cang can just not bid, so that we can buy more from Suphan Buri!"

(End of this chapter)