Chu Yun was stunned. Westerners are of course familiar to Chu Yun who has traveled through time since the future, but it would be very terrifying to see a group of Westerners who also do not belong to this era suddenly appear in front of him at the same time.

"You are from the Ordnance Bureau of the French Empire? Isn't that the Napoleon era?" Chu Yun asked in confusion.

"Yes, our loyalty was His Highness Napoleon, but now it is you." The middle-aged man who seemed to be a French officer paid a slight tribute to Chu Yun. "Our team is responsible for making and improving the 1777 rifle. As long as you provide a sufficient amount of raw materials and places, we will continue to produce attacking blades for you."

The craftsmen of the Napoleon era, that's amazing. Looking at the muskets in their hands, they are undoubtedly treasures of this era.

"This is the sample we brought to you, and it can actually be used." The French officer respectfully handed over a fire pistol.

Chu Yun took the Suihuo pistol and looked at it carefully. This short gun was well-made and had a very texture in his hand. It was far from comparable to the inferior muskets equipped by the Ming army today.

"How many such guns are there in total?" Chu Yun's eyes shining. Did he know the weight of muskets and cannons in this era of the transformation from cold weapons to hot weapons!

"There are only one short gun, and there are nine rifles in total." The French officer replied.

"Too little, too little." Chu Yun shook his head dissatisfiedly.

"Sir, don't be anxious. This is just a gun. We have complete design drawings. As long as we have raw materials and equipment, we can produce a large number of products..." The French officer saw that Chu Yun was not satisfied, and thought Chu Yun was annoyed, so he quickly said.

"Since you can produce rifles, I wonder if you can produce artillery?" Chu Yun asked again.

"Although artillery and rifles are both weapons, the production techniques are very different. We don't know how to make artillery..." The French officer was about to cry. The boss who summoned him was too greedy. Not only did he think there were not enough rifles, but he also wanted his own group of rifle-making people to build artillery?

"May I have your name?"

"Sir, please call me Chadri!"

Chu Yun was overjoyed when he received a Western Ordnance brigade. The next thing was how to resettle them.

When Chu Yun's army left briefly, it had simply expanded its camp under Yang Tai's place. In fact, it was a military camp, but it was more like a village built on the terrain.

When Chu Yun came back with fifty or sixty French craftsmen, the Ming soldiers in the military camp raised their swords, spears and muskets in their hands. On an island stationed by the Ming army, there were so many blonde and blue-eyed Westerners suddenly appearing. It is not difficult to understand that these soldiers were so vigilant.

"Don't be nervous, it's me!" Chu Yun quickly stood up.

"Is it Mr. Qian?" Chu Yun's subordinates quickly recognized Chu Yun and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that.

"This group of Westerners wandered to Guanglu Island and was accidentally encountered by President Ben Qian. They planned to abandon the darkness and turn to our Ming Dynasty, so they will become our accomplices in the future." Chu Yun said.

"Western people want to surrender to our Daming... Daming? There are so many more..." Chu Yun's men were speechless in surprise.

I heard that the imperial court fought several battles with the Westerners in the southeast coastal areas, but the Westerners actually "abandon the dark and turned to the light" and defected to our Ming Dynasty...

"That's right, our Ming Dynasty is so powerful that it naturally attracts all countries to come to the court. What's so surprising about this?" Chu Yun brought dozens of Westerners into the camp without any reason, "Teacher Yang, please help them arrange their residence."

It seemed as stable as an old dog, but Chu Yun was actually panicked, and he didn't know whether these Ming soldiers would believe him.

"Okay..." Yang Tai seemed to be frightened. Although he was a little confused, he still obeyed the order and trotted away.

"Cadri, what raw materials do you need to produce rifles? If you have any requirements, I will try my best to meet your requirements." Chu Yun rubbed his hands, unable to wait to find a large number of rifles.

"Sir, since you said that, I'm not polite... I need a thousand kilograms of fine iron, ten thousand kilograms of coal, a large amount of iron ore, thousands of skilled workers, a large amount of gunpowder, and at least a large piece of land as a workshop..." Chadri said.

Puff—Chu Yun almost spit out an old blood. This requirement is a bit higher. Where can I get so many strategic supplies on my own? This is a slap in the face!

"Can this requirement be slightly lower..." Chu Yun pulled down his face and said with a thick face.

"Care you can't even get these resources? When we followed His Highness Napoleon, we produced tens of thousands of rifles, and these requirements are already very low..." Chadri said sourly.

"..." Chu Yun was bleeding again. Compared with the current hero Napoleon, do you think of him a little too much?

"We first produce one or two hundred muskets to equip the army, and then expand the army after it expands. Now we only have half an isolated island?" Chu Yun said embarrassedly.

"Yes, sir, we will produce one or two hundred rifles first. As long as the raw materials are sufficient, our team can quickly produce guns and ammunition." Chadri replied confidently.

"I can still provide the materials for one or two hundred guns..." Chu Yun stopped halfway through his speech. He suddenly thought that he did not seem to have iron ore or coal...

How can I get these precious industrial resources when I am on such a broken island?

"Master Qian, the residence of the Westerners has been arranged. In the east of the military camp, I sent a team to protect their safety." Yang Tai came back to report at this time.

As a veteran, he was very comfortable dealing with these things.

"Teacher Yang, do you know how to get refined iron and coal in Guanglu Island?" Chu Yun had no choice but to turn to local tyrants.

"What do you want to do this?" Yang Tai asked in confusion.

"I want to produce a batch of ordnance and want some resources."

As strategic materials, the ordnance was strictly controlled by the court and could only be produced by the court's Ministry of Works. However, in the late Ming Dynasty, in Dongjiang Town controlled by Mao Wenlong, the private production of ordnance was accused of. The court knew it well, but it was helpless. If Mao Wenlong wanted to fight with the Later Jin Dynasty and could not create supplementary weapons nearby, what would he use to fight with the Later Jin Dynasty?

"We have no iron ore or coal mines in Guanglu Island... By the way, maybe I know that someone has these resources!" Yang Tai was thinking and suddenly shouted.

"Who has such precious resources?" Chu Yun said in surprise.
Chapter completed!