Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 68 Zhu Di: Why don’t you go and rob it! (Subscribe)

After handing the army over to Jiang An, Zhu Zhanjun returned to the imperial farm, washed up, and then went to Jiming Temple.

He didn't go to see whether his second uncle had succeeded, but planned to ask the old man for the person.

In Zhu Zhanjun's opinion, the muskets used by the Shenji Camp were too outdated.

Not to mention the power and range, the way it fires is enough to make people feel sick.

The musket used by the Shenjiying was a piece of wood with an iron tube on the front. A gunpowder bullet was poked inside, and a hole was made to insert the fuse and ignite it.

It seems convenient, but the fuse takes time to burn.

The battlefield changes rapidly, and this thing has a short range. If you fire it too early, you won't be able to hit the enemy, and if you fire it too late, the enemy will already be on your way. Soldiers need to control the time.

Once we encounter humid weather, it will be even more troublesome if we don't keep it properly.

Compared with the matchlock and flintlock rifles that can be fired at any time, Zhu Zhanjun really looked down on the so-called magic weapons of the Shenjiying.

He had never thought about the Shenji Camp before, and thought that since their strength had not reached a certain level, they would not manufacture these muskets.

But things are different now. The Shenjiying has indirectly come into his hands, and he doesn't want to let his troops go to the battlefield with these antiques.

Zhu Zhanjun simply ignored the matchlock gun.

The first generation of weapons he developed for the Shenjiying was the flintlock rifle, which dominated the firearms era for a long time.

In other words, he couldn't make fire for the time being, otherwise he wouldn't even know how to use a flintlock rifle and would just load it with paper shell bullets.

If you want to make a rifle that can equip the entire Shenji Battalion, one or two people are definitely not enough. You can only ask the old man for people to create a manufacturing department that belongs to the Shenji Battalion or to him.

We staggered along the way and arrived at Jiming Temple.

Not seeing Zhu Gaoxu's carriage, Zhu Zhanjun asked the guard at the gate and learned that the old man had not allowed Zhu Gaoxu in at all.

When I arrived at the room where the old man was resting, I didn't see Empress Xu. The old man had a blank expression on his face and was flipping through memorials one by one.

He poured a cup of tea and placed it next to the old man, then Zhu Zhanjun greeted him with a smile.

"Grandpa, I'm busy."

The old man raised his eyelids, then continued to look down at his memorial.

Zhu Zhanjun didn't bother him anymore. He just stood by and waited, fanning the old man.

"Some people always think that after being the head of the household for a few days, they can make decisions for me."

After reading the last book, the old man snorted coldly, took out a book and handed it to Zhu Zhanjun.

"have a look."

Zhu Zhanjun took it, opened it and took a quick look.

Coincidentally, it was the book that Zhu Gaoxu showed him in the morning.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, the old man asked casually.

Putting the memorial on the table, Zhu Zhanjun asked, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

The old man became interested and asked with a smile: "How do you tell the truth? How do you tell a lie?"

Zhu Zhanjun organized his words and said seriously, "Emperor's grandson is the foundation of the country. It can reassure the emperor and his subjects. It is a major national event."

The old man nodded: "What about the truth?"

Zhu Zhanjun spread his hands and said, "It's none of my business."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed and pointed at Zhu Zhanjun.

"You little devil, how can it be none of your business? This is related to your father's position as the crown prince."

Zhu Zhanjun didn't care at all: "So, do you plan to replace my father?"

Upon hearing this, the old man laughed and did not answer.

"I heard that you were quite impressive today. The Shenji Battalion was made to complain bitterly by you. It was a 20-mile round trip. Only you dared to do that. Aren't you afraid of exhausting yourself to death?"

Speaking of the Shenji Camp, Zhu Zhanjun stopped smiling and said seriously, "I would rather let them run to death than let them be hunted down by the enemy on the battlefield and die without a trace."

Hearing this, the smile on the old man's face disappeared, and he sighed and said slowly: "It is inevitable that the general will die on the battlefield, and he will return home wrapped in his horse's hide."

"Everyone sighs at the general's tragic fate, but who remembers that since ancient times, most of the bodies of soldiers who died on the battlefield have been missing."

"It's better to run away. If there is an accident in the future, at least they can run away."

After some emotion, the old man asked again: "You didn't come back just for this matter, did you?"

Zhu Zhanjun nodded, pulled out the written memorial from his sleeve, and handed it to the old man. The old man took it, unfolded it, took a look, frowned and said, "You want to change the equipment for the Shenji Camp."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded and replied: "Yes, not only firearms, but also artillery and even new weapons should be put on the agenda."

"Any ideas?"

Zhu Zhanjun took out another memorial, but instead of handing it to the old man, he unfolded it for him to see.

The old man looked over and saw only a few simple lines of words and three graphics.

"What is this?"

The old man looked at them for a long time but couldn't figure out what they were, except that the last one looked like a cannon. He could tell that the other two were muskets, but he couldn't figure out why they were made that way.
He spread the memorial on the table, pointed at the diagram on it and explained to the old man: "I call these two weapons self-igniting muskets. They have replaced the previous method of using fuses or directly igniting gunpowder with flint firing."

"This design makes it easier for soldiers to aim when attacking. They can also fire as needed."

"The long ones are for combat infantry, and the short ones can be issued to artillery and cavalry."

"Such a design modification will not only be more convenient, but will also increase the range and power."

The old man nodded and looked at the graphic of the artillery.

It’s not that he didn’t attach importance to the musket, but before seeing the real thing, everything Zhu Zhanjun said was just theory.

Zhu Zhanjun didn't say much, and followed the old man's gaze to start explaining the artillery.

The one he designed is not a red cannon, but a Napoleon cannon from the Napoleonic era.

The Napoleon cannon has fierce firepower and is easy to manufacture and operate. Before the breech-loading cannon was developed, it was the most suitable weapon for the Ming Dynasty.

After a brief introduction to the manufacturing and craftsmanship of the Napoleon cannon, Zhu Zhanjun pointed out a piece of data that the old man was most concerned about.

"According to my guess, if there are no problems with the manufacturing process, the range of this new type of artillery can reach two or even three miles, which is much greater than the range of our current Zhankou General Cannon, which is less than one mile."

The old man grabbed the memorial and stared at the artillery map.

"Are you sure you can achieve it?"

Zhu Zhanjun nodded: "If everything goes according to design, it will definitely be far greater than the current range of artillery."

The old man held the memorial in his hand for a long time and sighed: "It's good, but I really have no money. I can't really force your father to death for these new weapons."

Zhu Zhanjun also fell silent.

He had thought about this problem before coming here, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult.

Considering the old man's enthusiasm for military affairs and his pursuit of war, the fact that he could say this proves that the imperial court is really out of money.

"Wait a minute!" The old man closed the memorial, stacked the two together and hid them close to his body, and said, "Give it to the court, give it to me, and give your father three years of respite. After three years, I will give you whatever you want."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded, but still suggested: "My grandson wants to make the sample first, so that when we ask for money in the future, we will have a demonstration to convince them."

"How many people are needed?"

Naturally, the old man would not refuse such a small request. In fact, he also wanted to see the power of the new weapons.

Zhu Zhanjun thought for a moment and said, "I need at least 5000 firearms craftsmen and craftsmen from all walks of life."

The old man was frightened by the number and looked up suddenly: "5000 people! You little brat, you dare to ask for it, why don't you go and rob it."

"Even if I give you 5000 people, can your little shabby farm afford them?"

"No, 500 at most."

After wiping the saliva sprayed by the old man on his face, Zhu Zhanjun patiently persuaded: "Grandpa, I want these people not only for the present, but also for the future of Ming Dynasty."

"Those great scholars say that this is a strange and clever trick, but we cannot deny that the strength of a court is closely related to these things."

"My grandson wants so many people because he wants them to gather together, so that a hundred flowers can bloom and flourish like a hundred schools of thought, and let our Ming Dynasty move towards greater glory."

The old man still shook his head repeatedly, “No, no, if I agree, believe it or not, Song Li will dare to hang himself in Fengtian Hall tomorrow.”

"I'll give you 500 people at most, no more than that."

Zhu Zhanjun advised earnestly: "Grandpa, 500 is really not enough. These people can't do anything. You can't let me recruit apprentices from the public. You should train them yourself."

As soon as these words came out, the old man's eyes lit up and he said, "I'll give you 500, and I'll allow you to recruit the rest among the people. As long as you like someone and he's willing to go, you can take him away directly without worrying about his local household registration."

"Boy, don't blame grandpa for not giving you a chance. Whether you can recruit people depends on your own ability."

Zhu Zhanjun showed a depressed expression and hesitated for a long time before he bowed to the old man.

After the old man finished writing the note, Zhu Zhanjun took it with a distressed look on his face, then said he was going to cook, turned around and walked out the door.

Zhu Zhanjun, who had a distressed look on his face, suddenly smiled as he stepped out of the room, holding the note in his hand.

(End of this chapter)