Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

M4 walked up to Zhang Taofang and extended his hand.

"Oh, here you go."

Zhang Taofang, who realized it later, hurriedly handed over the gun in his hand. He took the M4 in his hand, took a quick look at it, and then handed it to Chuntian.

"I'm not familiar with this kind of gun, come and take a look"

The etching systems of the dolls are limited to their own series of firearms. If it is another system, they can only be limited to their own use, and it will not be as easy to use as their own system. Compared with the M4 carbine, it is obvious that Springfield is more familiar with this type of firearm.

"I don't know where you are pretending to be real. You've lost all your fashion sense. I'm not familiar with this gun either. I should be more familiar with Mosin-Nagant..."

Despite his complaints, Chuntian took the gun and quickly started to adjust it.

"The sniper scope is rather primitive, without scales. Let me see the magnification...it should be around three times. If you haven't been specially trained, you'd better take it apart first, otherwise you may not be able to adapt to the design habits."

As she spoke, she raised her gun, aimed at the target about 100 meters away and fired a shot. Bang! The straw man target's head was shot through directly.

"After adding rifling, the stability is indeed much higher. The bullet drop at this distance is still not obvious. Maybe it is because of this reason that the kid missed the target and subconsciously raised the muzzle."

After Chuntian said this, Jiang Han instantly understood that this young man had never used good things before, and he subconsciously used the design habits of the smoothbore rifle to aim. In addition, this was the first time he used a sniper scope, and since this thing was not very perfect at present, it would indeed cause some trouble to the shooter.

This was actually his mistake. He took it for granted that as long as he added a sight, his shooting would naturally be more accurate. He didn't expect that these actually required training.

"I see. Well, how about this? Give this boy a batch of bullets and let him get used to it first."

After removing the scope, Zhang Taofang was obviously much more comfortable holding the new gun. He reloaded and shot. This time, he followed Chuntian's advice and did not pre-raise the muzzle too much. The shooting effect was obviously much better than before and he was able to hit the target.

"This young man is really talented."

Seeing Zhang Taofang who was able to quickly regain his form after just a slight adjustment, Jiang Han nodded. Compared with smoothbore guns, there is a problem with rifled guns. In today's pre-loading era, loading rifled guns is a big problem. The loading speed is much slower than that of smoothbore guns, and it is cumbersome. It will only get better after the post-loading period when bullet technology advances. This is also the main reason why rifled guns, which appeared as early as the 14th century, were not fully equipped until the 19th century.

With one shot after another, Zhang Taofang became more and more adept at shooting. The evaluation of this new gun in his mind continued to rise. He shot more and more smoothly and his accuracy continued to improve.

"Okay, that's enough."

Jiang Han smiled and paused the soldier's shooting: "You are a very good shooter and have great talent. I wonder if you are willing to be a tester for our new firearms. Of course, this also means that you will not be able to shine on the battlefield for a while. Can you accept it?"

Zhang Taofang hesitated: "Then...can I continue to go to the battlefield in the future? I...I am afraid that I will not be able to contribute my own strength to China in the future."

"Hahaha, you kid..."

Jiang Han laughed and scolded: "Don't worry, the test time will not be very long. You just need to give these craftsmen some feedback based on your own use. When the test is over, the guns that have been tested will be given to you for actual combat use. At that time, you may have to shoulder a heavier burden. What do you think? Are you afraid?"

"Of course not, sir!!"

"Hahaha, very good, then keep working hard. I am looking forward to you very much. Don't let your name down."

He patted Zhang Taofang's shoulder encouragingly.

"Yes!"

Although he didn't understand what was so good about this name his father had casually given him, Zhang Taofang knew very well that his master valued him. This was enough to make him so excited that he couldn't sleep. This was an experience that brought honor to his family. Didn't he see that the squad leader next to him was envious?

"What are we going to do next?"

After settling down, Jiang Han immediately went to deal with the next matter. Of course, all these things were recorded in Chuntian’s little notebook. Jiang Han was just a ruthless tool who only showed up to show his face.

"Next, due to the large number of wounded soldiers, there is a shortage of medicines in the wounded camp. The research and development of penicillin requires your attention. Oh, speaking of this, you also need to go to the women's reform shelter. The statistics of sick women there have finally been completed. Treatment also requires a large amount of medicines. At the same time, there are also various problems such as psychological non-cooperation of some rescued people..."

"Well, let's go to the rescue center first and see what's going on there."

The Women's Rescue Center was converted from a former house in the Wen Mansion and is quite large. Someone previously suggested that such a large number of people could be moved outside the city, but Jiang Han rejected the idea. He felt that this place could be more remote to provide these women with a relatively quiet and stable environment. But at the same time, it could not be completely moved outside the city and isolated from the outside world. These women really need to feel the kindness from the outside world.

Because to be honest, they are really at the bottom of the exploitation under this feudal system, suffering from oppression from royal power, patriarchy, patriarchy, and society. Where do they come from? They come from the extremely turbulent social environment of the late Ming Dynasty caused by continuous natural disasters, uprisings everywhere, and the Qing army in the north eyeing them covetously. In this environment, a large number of people lost their land and the ability to make a living, and became refugees. In order to make a living, they have to engage in these improper occupations. This system and environment are the root causes of these fallen women. Like farmers and workers, they are all objects of rescue.

"Sir, you are here, sisters, the sir is here! Quick, go and tell the prostitutes to go to the playground"

Jiang Han's whereabouts had been reported in advance, and the staff had made preparations to welcome him. Jiang Han's arrival this time was not only an inspection, but also a work guidance meeting to provide some ideological guidance for their current and future work.

"Don't worry about the speech. Let me talk to the person in charge here first. Didn't I say before that the statistics of women's illnesses here are out? What are the specific conditions?"

Hearing Jiang Han's question, a woman in the crowd came out and slowly said, "Mr. Haojiao, I know that I am the director of the Health Management Department of the Reform Institute. I am in charge of the statistical survey this time."

"We have examined nearly 2,000 prostitutes this time. According to the results we have obtained, 96% of them are sick. Only a very small number of people are not sick, and the number is barely over 100. Among these sick sisters, 30% of them suffer from syphilis, 10% suffer from gonorrhea, and 30% suffer from both... There are also many suffering from various other diseases..."

Yangmei sore is syphilis, and lingzhu is gonorrhea. This is also the most bloody and true portrayal of the life of ancient prostitutes.

"Many of them are blind. Many of the prostitutes who were rescued are paralyzed due to syphilis and there is no medicine to cure them... They are in urgent need of medicine, but how can these poor people afford it?"

Jiang Han frowned as he listened. The living conditions of these fallen women in ancient times were simply horrifying and unbelievable. The previous works always described them as talented men and beautiful women, with magnificent scenery, and they wanted to praise them as extremely beautiful. But in fact, when you open the works, you will see that they are all blood and tears!

"So what this means is that the current disease situation is extremely serious, and syphilis and gonorrhea are the focus of treatment..."

Nearly two thousand patients will really put enormous pressure on the entire Yangzhou medical system. At the same time, the pressure on the front line is also not small. Even if penicillin is successfully extracted now, it is difficult to ensure simultaneous supply. No matter who the general or the emperor is, they will first choose to give priority to the army at this time. They are just a group of prostitutes, so just let them wait behind.

"Because they are our sisters, we must treat them! If you need anything, just ask, I will do my best to meet your needs."

Jiang Han looked at the female staff members who had gathered here and were working hard. Some of them had been educated and recruited from Jiang Han's team, and some had even been rescue targets themselves. They surrounded Jiang Han as if they were looking at the sun.

"Their illness and suffering are caused by this damned world. It's not their fault. They are victims, our sisters. So, if our sisters are sick, we must give them treatment. Not only must we treat them, but we must also treat them for free. We must let them feel the warmth of a new life and a new society. I will pay for it, no matter how much it costs."

After Jiang Han firmly set the main tone, the sisters around her wanted to stand up and applaud on the spot. Their glowing eyes made Chuntian a little wary.

"At the same time, we also have to take into account the current shortage of medical resources and insufficient conditions. Therefore, treatment, on the basis of giving priority to curing the disease, must be implemented in a way that saves money and time, reduces the pain of the patient, and tries to cure the disease. If it is impossible to cure the disease, the policy of curbing the spread of the disease must be implemented. I will bring this up again at our government work meeting later. Chuntian, please remember it for me."

"Okay, Commander."

Chuntian silently wrote this down in his little notebook.

"Also, when penicillin is put into production, it must be supplied here as soon as possible to ensure that they are given priority for treatment. As for the Volunteer Army, I will find a way."

"In addition, to rescue these sisters, we must also pay attention to their minds, stabilize their emotions first, then guide them to understand their suffering, and finally provide them with some skills and cultural education."

"Also, I noticed that you all called these sisters prostitutes. This is not a good name, and it carries strong contempt. You should learn from me and call them sisters, or students. They are oppressed by the old government and the old system. Here, they cannot feel these insults on their personality. You are working under me, so you must remember to treat everyone as one person."

After that, he said a lot more. This was Haruta's kind reminder that he should prepare for the next combat meeting. He was about to end it. He was busy with affairs before and didn't pay attention to this issue. It was not until he took over that he found that it was really a mess.

"I won't talk about the speech. These things, if I rely on myself, are just a drop in the bucket. The real ones to rely on are you, the women. So, everyone, please!"

Jiang Han was busy in a meeting. He said a few simple words and left quickly. However, everything he said helped these once overwhelmed staff members find their direction again.

In the following time, the staff of the shelter sorted out and discussed and optimized Jiang Han's rescue plan several times, and explored feasible solutions through countless practical operations. At the same time, they also brought in the set of Jiang Han's previous grievance meeting, and the effect was very significant.

At the beginning, many women said, "How can I suffer? I wear gold and silver, and I just lie on the bed and have good food and drink. Why should I suffer?" But soon, after the staff openly guided the crimes of many madams, many sisters resonated and took the initiative to tell their stories. The sisters in the audience could not hold back and took the stage to give speeches. The whole place burst into tears. Combined with the subsequent education of the victims of suffering, the effect was particularly good.

Not only the students were educated, but also the staff. They were re-educated and their own ideas were sublimated by everything Jiang Han said. There has never been such a noble person who is willing to look down upon them, who are as lowly as dirt. Apart from the teacher, who else would treat them as human beings and consider their affairs sincerely?

He even called me sister!!!

If I had known this earlier, I would have chosen Mr.

After the staff intentionally spread the story, Jiang Han's image began to be mythical again in the mouths of these reformed women, and he became the most perfect dream lover in the hearts of countless girls. In their eyes, Jiang Han was simply a god who only appeared in dreams, and the object that all women dreamed of serving. They even secretly made "I can say a word to Mr., Mr. smiled at me, Mr. patted my shoulder! I will never wash this dress again" a topic for several consecutive days, and the protagonist of the incident would even become the object of envy of countless people.

If this were to happen now, it would be like I really wanted it to be a stadium. In that case, it would be as big as my elementary school.

But Jiang Han didn't know this, otherwise he would be so angry. I finally got someone to rescue you, and you want to serve me again? ? Are you kidding me? ?

Many readers may not like what is said in this chapter, mainly because when I see that kind of news about many celebrities, their fans are still confident, especially many male compatriots are still saying some weird things, which makes me, a man, feel a little...uncomfortable. I really have to say some things. Here I recommend everyone to watch a movie from the last century "Sisters Stand Up". It is really good. The acting skills and script of the killer young actors belong to qun壹六巴贰一7妻1六

Volume 338: Chapter Chapter : Iron-Blooded Craftsman, Boy

Sitting in his office, Jiang Han was in distress. The current large number of sick people was obviously not enough for the current medical resource system to keep up. However, there were huge gaps in both the training of medical talents and the production of medicines. Especially in the training of medical talents, it was really worrying.

What level are doctors nowadays? The medical level of the Ming Dynasty is the most advanced technology in the world. The modern Western medicine of Europe has not yet started to develop. If you go to the hospital for a cold, you can be cured directly to cremation. The invention of penicillin had to wait until 1928. Who can wait with you? Jiang Han had previously instructed the research institute to carry out research related to Penicillium and must be able to isolate penicillin, but these doctors in the medical school are obviously more interested in the auxiliary tool microscope that Jiang Han gave them. They use the microscope to look at all kinds of strange things every day and are very happy.

Of course, they did not neglect the work at hand. They have been trying their best to isolate Penicillium. The research institute often purchases large quantities of fruits and does not eat them, but waits for them to rot and mold so as to find Penicillium.

Under today's conditions, this is the only solution. But under today's circumstances, it is extremely difficult to find fruit. Ordinary people can't even grow proper crops, let alone fruit. At this time, the people are just like those in African refugee camps. Now, under Jiang Han's governance, the people still have some money left.

"We still need to import a lot of citrus... Well... the Dutch should be able to grow citrus on a large scale, so we can buy some from them when the time comes."

At this time, Western sailors had already discovered the preventive effect of scurvy on voyages at sea. Of course, citrus fruits were not as durable as tea, and serious merchants at sea would not be willing to give sailors tea. After all, this stuff was almost the same as gold bricks, and it would be a pity for these peasants to drink it.

The preparation of natural penicillin is actually not difficult. The real key is how to create a sterile environment to improve the success rate of preparation.......

Besides, the supplies here are starting to get a bit tight. We have to hurry up and get some supplies in. I wonder how the scarecrow is doing...

If nothing works, just ask. Thinking of this, Jiang Han dialed the Scarecrow's communication. After a delay of a few seconds, the Scarecrow's voice came from the other end: "Commander? Any new instructions?"

"Fuck~ I miss you so much." As usual, Jiang Han started talking about business after a burst of illness: "How is the material procurement operation going over there?"

So you are here to ask about the progress of our work. Then I, the Iron-Blooded Scroll King, must report to you. Scarecrow has been waiting for this day for a long time, and you finally asked!

"According to the load of our fleet, we are running out of space for the looted supplies. Some people are even considering using up some shells to make room for the supplies. I agree, but after shelling some areas to clear out the inventory, there is still not enough space. So I am also considering reporting this to the commander and asking for advice on how to proceed..."

"What are you talking about? You've only been in business for a few days, and you can't even fit your boat in?"

Jiang Han was stunned. What did that mean? Is Liaodong so rich? Guigui?

"Yes, because we have specially selected the types of looted materials here, the ordinary people here seem to be very happy to help us identify where the materials are the most abundant..."

"There is such a thing?" I'm so great! Dong Xuelian! Jiang Han was shocked.

"Yes...we did..." Scarecrow explained the situation to Jiang Han in a simple and clear manner.

The scarecrow couldn't understand why these people were more energetic than them when they heard that they were coming to rob. Their faces were flushed, and they were like a queen. They walked this way, which made the scarecrow wonder if there was a trap.

Later, he discovered that this group of people really wanted him to rob the rich people. This made the Scarecrow, who didn't know much about human society, very confused. Aren't you one of us?

After thinking about it for a long time and still not figuring out what was going on, the scarecrow simply gave up thinking about it. Perhaps, this is what human nature is.

“Then I think I understand what’s going on.”

After listening to this, Jiang Han came to his senses. In fact, most of the ordinary people living in Liaodong area are naturalized Han people, and the real old Liaodong people are a minority.

Jianzhou is a hell of a place with ice and snow. Who would be willing to come here? The people who were robbed had no choice. After the Qing army robbed the people in the Central Plains and brought them to Liaodong, they also learned from the Yuan people to divide people into four classes for the convenience of management. The first class was Manchus, the second class was officials, the third class was Tatars, and the fourth class was Han. As the Han people at the bottom of the society, life in this poor place was quite difficult.

Many people had just been captured and had no sense of identity at all. These local big families were all Manchus, and the common people hated these Tartars from the bottom of their hearts. They were just about to bang the table and shout, "Die, why don't you die!"

When they first heard that the red-haired foreigners were coming to plunder, the common people were very frightened. What they wanted all their lives was to live a stable life. If the red-haired foreigners came again, their little property would be gone. Wouldn’t they starve to death?

He would starve to death in the Ming Dynasty, and he would still starve to death if he was captured in Liaodong. Wouldn't that mean he was captured in vain?

But when the so-called red-haired barbarians really arrived, everyone realized, what red-haired barbarians! These were soldiers from the Central Plains! Moreover, the other party had a clear purpose, and they were targeting the Tartars. They didn't care about anything other than gold and silver, and they really could get along with people. The Tartars really attacked, from the 70-year-old man to the 3-year-old child, leaving no one alive, and making clear arrangements for you. You have to know that these dog Jian slaves, in addition to gold and silver, also had a lot of copper coins in their hands! If they don't want it, then the money will be shared by everyone who sees it, right?

In a sense, Jiang Han's volunteer army achieved wealth redistribution in the Liaodong region. The wealth that the Jurchen nobles looted from the Han people returned to the hands of the people. Aren't the people happy?

These aren’t bandits coming; they’re the God of Wealth!

Thinking of this, Jiang Han quickly said to the Scarecrow: "It's almost done. Bring the supplies back first. I will provide you with a few ships later. It will take at least a few months in Liaodong. We have plenty of time, so take your time."

The scarecrow agreed with this: "Indeed, we have too few ships at the moment, and the amount of supplies we can transport is really limited. If we could have more large ships, I would definitely be able to bring back more things."

It's ok, it's ok, is this the value of the King of Volumes? Do you really want to bring Shengjing's assets here?

But Jiang Han changed his mind and thought, no, this is not right. We are national enemies now and we are at war. You all know clearly what the Qing army has done. I have only just started. Why should I be polite to them?

"Okay! Don't worry. I will definitely invest all the money you bring back into the purchase of ships. I will give you a very large fleet. We will run it steadily. I tell you, you are the best. When you rob, find out if there are any large tombs nearby. Dig them up and take out the burial objects. I will sell them to those stupid foreigners later."

Jiang Han had no psychological burden when it came to selling antiques. I wasn't selling my own antiques. We've been to the Ming Dynasty, so what's wrong with your Qing Dynasty antiques? I won't touch my own, but as for those from outsiders, I'll sell your ancestors' bones to foreign museums!

This evil, smoking thing was giving instructions to the scarecrow when Chuntian came to call him: "Commander, everyone over there is here, and the meeting is about to begin."

"Ah? Are we there yet? Okay, got it, I'll be there right away." Jiang Han smacked his lips, still feeling a little unsatisfied. Little did he know that his behavior had brought great shock to Scarecrow, who always insisted on being a king's teacher.

Actually....it is possible?

By the way, I was planning to report the progress of the Iron Blood Force to the commander, but the commander seems to be very busy now, so let's talk about it next time. For now, we have only destroyed a city, so it doesn't really require any special explanation, right?

Liaodong, Phoenix City.

At this moment, Phoenix City can really be called a purgatory on earth. It is such a big city, but only three of the four city walls are left. There is not a single intact house inside the city walls. It is literally chopped into pieces.

A large number of corpses were exposed to the sun. Among the ruins, the only living things were wild dogs and big rats gnawing on the corpses among the broken walls.

Several burly green figures were walking in the ruins. Their steps were steady, and the bricks under their feet were crushed directly along the way.

These are two Holy Shields. They had received orders from Jiang Han before, telling them not to rush the next battle but to fight slowly and carefully. When this order reached Scarecrow's ears, it meant that the commander had said that they should advance steadily and eliminate the enemy carefully without making any mistakes. When this order reached the Iron Bloods again, it was even more excessive. In their eyes, humans were equal to mistakes, and not making any mistakes meant leaving no one alive. These days, these Iron Bloods were really like the King of Hell who took lives, not letting go of any living person and carrying out carpet-style extermination in the city.

The two Holy Shields walked halfway and suddenly stopped. Their sudden stop made a Qing soldier hiding in a ruin cover his mouth and nose and hold his breath.

He was Shuldu, the defender of Phoenix City. After the previous defense battle, he was reorganized under General Harald and was responsible for intercepting the bandit army outside the city. But now, the troops had been dispersed long ago. They were like a piece of sugar cake, divided into countless pieces by these damn monsters, and then all of them were slowly killed.

The city defense troops now have no hope of defending the city. All they can think about now is how to escape. But escaping is easier said than done. How?

Those damn monsters seemed to have eyes all over their bodies. No matter how you hide, even in the darkest night, they can find you at a glance. One of Shuldu's fellow villagers was beaten into a pulp by a shell that came from nowhere while he was traveling at night.

Resistance was even more of a fantasy. He saw with his own eyes that the Red Banner soldiers under General Harald were killed in front of a huge monster in just a few encounters, and the monster didn't even move.

The two Holy Shields were still standing there without moving, which made Shuldu even more nervous. He covered his mouth tightly, fearing that his breathing would alarm the two green creatures that looked like humans but were definitely not humans.

After waiting for a while, the two creatures finally turned around and continued searching in one direction, then disappeared around the corner. At this moment, Shuldu could finally put down the double numbers that were covering his mouth and nose and breathe in deep gulps of the air filled with the stench of a rotting corpse.

I have escaped death, but now is not the time to relax. This place is no longer safe. Those two monsters may come back at any time. I must move to another place as soon as possible...

While he was still thinking this, suddenly, a cover above Shuldu's head was suddenly lifted up, and a claw directly pinched his shoulder blade, almost crushing it with tremendous force. Shuldu was pulled out directly from his hiding place and then thrown heavily to the ground.