The prince is more stable

Chapter 443 Leaving the Camp and Returning to the City
Zhong Jianzhong and a group of blacksmiths were enlightened today.

How long does it take to create a set of divine clothing?
A thousand years later, people could pick up magical equipment in the desert, but now, Zhong Jianzhong saw with his own eyes that Duke Zhao had upgraded the Song Dynasty's firearms in less than two hours.

The effect of the upgrade is visible to the naked eye. The flintlock rifle, which used to have a cumbersome process of loading and reloading, was modified by Duke Zhao. Not only did its range and lethality increase greatly, but it also saved a lot of time on loading and reloading.

It's unbelievable. What's the structure of Duke Zhao's brain? Could it be that this is the brain of a genius, and its structure is different from that of a normal person?
After trying several types of paper shell bullets, Zhao Xiaoqian finally decided on one.

It's not the most powerful, but it's the most suitable.

The range is sufficient, reaching about four hundred steps, and the lethality is strong enough to penetrate armor. The loading process has been simplified to a breech-loading type that only requires inserting a paper shell bullet.

This gun is similar to the breech-loading single-barrel shotgun a thousand years later. Of course, in the absence of precision machine tools, the manufacturing process must have been much cruder than that of later firearms.

Even so, it is much more powerful than the previous flintlock rifles.

Zhong Jianzhong tried a few shots himself, his face full of surprise and admiration.

"The Lord is so powerful! If all the members of the Dragon Guard Battalion were to change their uniforms, they would be able to defeat ten of them. We would no longer be afraid of the Liao army. Even if there were 100,000 of them, we could still annihilate them."

Zhao Xiaoqian also tried a few shots himself and was quite satisfied with the results.

"That's right. From now on, we will mass-produce according to this. Tell the Firearms Supervisor that the production of bullets must strictly follow the procedures. The charge cannot be increased or decreased in the slightest. Violators will be punished by military law."

From now on, the Firearms Bureau will probably be very busy.

Originally, the firearms inspector only needed to carry out routine maintenance and repair of damaged firearms. Now his career has entered a period of growth. The mass production of bullets is not a complicated process, but an army uses a large amount of bullets. Even if each person is issued ten rounds of bullets, there are nearly 30,000 people in the Dragon Guard Battalion, which means 300,000 rounds.

The existing number of craftsmen and blacksmiths is far from enough, and recruiting locally is risky. After all, this is the top secret firearms manufacturing of the Song Dynasty. If spies from the Liao Kingdom sneak in, things will be troublesome.

Zhao Xiaoqian was too lazy to think about such trivial matters, so he wrote them all down in a memorial and also sent the newly made paper shell bullets to Bian Jing to let the wild boars see what fine bran was.

Zhao Xu was responsible for the rest of the matters, including allocating gunpowder and pig iron, and transferring craftsmen and blacksmiths from the Bian Jing Firearms Bureau.

After leaving the test site, Zhao Xiaoqian returned to the general's tent and began to write a memorial.

The tone of the memorial was very humble. "I had a dream last night, in which I dreamt that a god taught me the art of immortality. Could I refuse?" Of course not.

So I learned from the immortal a new method of making firearms, which has a longer range and greater lethality. May God bless our Great Song Dynasty, and may this immortal be enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple...

It was all nonsense, but he was telling the truth about the effectiveness of paper shell bullets, and attached samples with the memorial, asking the emperor to try it.

After writing the memorial, he called a guard under Chen Shou's command and ordered him to deliver the memorial to Bian Jing immediately. This was a secret memorial and the matter was of great importance, so it had to be presented to the emperor in person and opened by the emperor in person.

The imperial guards looked terrified. They held the memorial in their hands as carefully as if it were a bomb, sealed it with sealing wax, put it in a black box, then mounted their horses and galloped out of the camp.

Zhao Xiaoqian stretched and stared at the map for a while.

Now that the Liao army has just been defeated, although the Feihu Bingmasi has tens of thousands of reinforcements, it is certain that the Liao army will not invade southward in the short term.

Yelu Chun had a lot of messes to clean up, and the Liao crown prince was still in the hands of the Song army. If the Liao army dared to invade under such circumstances, Yelu Chun would have taken the wrong medicine.

Since there was no fighting on the border, Zhao Xiaoqian couldn't help but think of retreating.

The camp is about a hundred miles away from Zhending City, and can be reached in one day if the road conditions are good. So, with my noble status and prime years, why don’t I drink and sing with the ladies, but have to stay in the camp and have fun with these rough guys every day?
Singles are so happy because they don’t know they are single.

Zhao Xiaoqian is not like that. Apart from anything else, there are three beautiful ladies in Zhending City who are looking forward to his return.

Counting the time, I haven't tasted meat for nearly a month. Every time I have to trouble my right-hand men. Is it right for a dignified county duke to be in such a miserable state?
Just leave.

Zhao Xiaoqian instructed Chen Shou to pack his luggage simply, summon the imperial guards, and ride out of the camp on horseback.

As soon as he walked out of the general's tent, Zhong Jianzhong and a group of generals in the army hurried to meet him.

"What is this, Lord..." Zhong Jianzhong looked confused.

"Go back to Zhending City and rest for a few days. Call me if you need anything." Zhao Xiaoqian was busy dealing with the fish scale armor on his body. When going out, safety is the first priority. No matter how complicated the fish scale armor is to put on, it must be worn. Not only that, a piece of plate armor was added on the chest.

When it comes to saving lives, Zhao Xiaoqian has never been careless, but has always taken good care of it and treated it rigorously.

Zhong Jianzhong and a group of generals were stunned.

The generals had just heard that the firearms of the Dragon Guard Battalion had been upgraded. Now the craftsmen and blacksmiths in the Firearms Supervisory were swinging their hammers so hard that smoke was coming out. Zhong Jianzhong issued a death order that 50,000 paper shell bullets must be produced within three days. Failure to do so would result in severe punishment under military law.

When the entire camp was busy with production, the commander-in-chief of the army actually wanted to return to Zhending City?

"It would be unwise for you to return to the city now, Your Excellency..." Zhong Jianzhong said with an embarrassed look on his face. "Many important matters in the camp require your decision. If you return to the city, how will I know how to make firearms? Besides, if the Liao army suddenly attacks, we will be leaderless..."

Zhao Xiaoqian said impatiently, "The Liao army can't come for the time being, and I've already taught the firearms supervisory blacksmiths how to make paper shell bullets. Even if they're stupid, can't they just copy me?"

Zhong Jianzhong smiled bitterly and asked carefully, "Is there something wrong with the Duke's return to Zhending City?"

"It's okay. Spring is coming. I'm a normal young man with strong kidney fire. What else can I do when I return to the city except sleeping with women?"

Zhong Jianzhong tried to persuade him to stay: "My Lord, the Dragon Guard Battalion cannot be without a commander. Aren't you happy with your comrades?" Zhao Xiaoqian glanced at him strangely: "What's so fun about being with a bunch of rough guys?"

Patting Zhong Jianzhong on the shoulder, Zhao Xiaoqian said earnestly, "No one wants you, but someone wants me."

"gone!"

Just get on the horse and go.

Zhong Jianzhong and a group of generals were left standing in the cold wind for a long time.

The last sentence... really hurt them. Zhao Xiaoqian and the imperial guards disappeared for a long time, and the generals were still in shock.

One cannot, at least one should not...

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Galloping on horseback, eager to go home.

Thinking of the three beautiful women at home, Zhao Xiaoqian's heart became more and more hot.

There will be a fierce battle tonight. At this moment, Zhao Xiaoqian is full of fighting spirit, and his brothers Xiao Zhao are ready to make a move. The morale of the army is high!

Towards evening, Zhao Xiaoqian and the imperial guards had arrived at Zhending City.

The imperial guards guarding the city gates were once under the command of Zhang Lan. Later, the officials of Zhending Prefecture were purged, and Zhao Xiaoqian ordered Zong Ze to reorganize the imperial guards. Now the appearance of the imperial guards has improved greatly.

Two rows of imperial guards were seen standing outside the city gate, standing upright and meticulously, strictly checking the people and merchants entering the city, and no cases of private collection of money or extortion were found.

Zhao Xiaoqian observed quietly for a while and nodded with satisfaction.

Zong Ze is worthy of being the Grandpa Zong who will be recorded in history. As long as he is given a chance, he will not disappoint people. This imperial guard has already become well-organized.

In the last battle between Song and Liao, the Dragon Guard Battalion and the Wing Army suffered a total loss of 10,000 soldiers, of which the Dragon Guard Battalion lost more than 5,000. Zhao Xiaoqian was considering adding troops, and after seeing the appearance of this imperial guard today, he thought that perhaps he could directly add this imperial guard to the Dragon Guard Battalion.

Go back and inspect the Imperial Guards camp, then talk to Zong Ze and make the final decision.

This is not the important thing now. Brother Zhao has been asking for a fight for a long time, and the morale of the army must not be lowered.

So Zhao Xiaoqian led his personal guards and rode into the city.

The imperial guards guarding the city naturally knew Zhao Xiaoqian. When they saw the legendary new prefect riding into the city, they put down their swords and luggage and made way for him.

Zhao Xiaoqian smiled and nodded to the leading captain, praising him: "Not bad, they look a bit like elite imperial guards."

After saying this, Zhao Xiaoqian walked into the city without looking back.

The cheeks of those who were praised were lit up, and they seemed to have lost a few pounds, with a rosy glow on their faces that showed good luck.

The captain tried to straighten his chest and shouted, "Did you hear what Lord Zhao said? Cheer up, stand up straight, and speak politely to the common people and merchants you pass by! Don't tarnish the reputation of our imperial guards."

After entering the city, Zhao Xiaoqian did not dare to ride his horse. He patiently and leisurely walked to the government office.

The simple house next to the government office is Zhao Xiaoqian's home. He is a county duke and a meritorious official of the court, but he actually rents such a simple house. Can you believe it?

The gate was dilapidated, but it was wiped clean and shiny. It was obvious that the three girls were very hardworking in doing housework and had no pampered habits at all.

There were several masters standing at the door. They were arranged by Zhao Xiaoqian before he left home. When they saw Zhao Xiaoqian returning home, the masters bowed silently, retreated and disappeared.

After pushing open the door, Zhao Xiaoqian just walked to the front yard and saw a graceful figure running towards him. Without saying a word, she pounced in front of him, jumped off the ground, and hugged him tightly like a koala, with her long legs coiled around his waist like two snakes.

"You bastard, you finally decided to come back!" Niao Niao hugged him tightly, her face buried in his arms, tears streaming down her face.

There was a cry of surprise from the side room, and two Japanese women took small steps and ran to him, hugging him on the left and right.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoqian was like an unlucky human being parasitized by an alien, with three women hanging on his body and he couldn't get rid of them.

"Okay, okay, calm down. If you keep torturing me like this, you will all become widows." Zhao Xiaoqian patted their backs to comfort them.

The three girls acted as if they hadn't heard anything and continued to hold him tightly.

"I'm going to poop! It's almost in my crotch!" Zhao Xiaoqian had no choice but to use the shit-control technique.

The three women hurriedly let go of him and took a step back.

Zhao Xiaoqian looked at them hurt. "Are you serious about taking a step back?"

"Will people who love each other also dislike each other's poop?"

"How can I believe in love if you do this?"

(End of this chapter)