Liu Ruohan ran over quickly, regardless of the heavy image he had already established on this island.

The ship was getting closer and closer, and finally, it left the reed marsh and headed straight to the dock. Isn’t the familiar figure standing at the bow of the boat the same brother Shicheng whom he was thinking about day and night?

"Brother Shicheng!" Liu Ruohan shouted loudly on the shore.

Zhang Yang waved his hand, and he also saw Ruohan standing on the shore, and Li Bosheng and Lu Xing behind Ruohan.

Liu Ruohan was about to jump up excitedly, without notice at all, and there were two men standing behind her. She wanted to rush up and look at her man.

After getting engaged, Liu Ruohan already regarded himself as a member of the Zhang family.

The boat slowly approached the shore, and Zhang Yang walked down from the bow.

"Brother Shicheng, you have lost weight." Liu Ruohan said. In her eyes, there was only Brother Shicheng. Although she was on the island, she knew that there were earth-shaking changes outside, and these changes were all because of the man in front of her. She was proud and worried about him.

Zhang Yang coughed. Now is not the time to be lingering. There are so many guards behind him, including Li Bosheng and Lu Xing in front.

"Ruohan, you are also suffering from the base." Zhang Yang said lightly, "Bosheng, Luxing, you have worked hard too."

Liu Ruohan then realized, turned around and saw the two simple faces.

"Brother Shicheng, what's wrong with coming here this time?" Liu Ruohan put away his lingering expression and asked about business.

"Last time, a large number of blacksmiths came, all from Taizhou Military Weapons Bureau. Their skills should be OK. I want to take a look at how much production our Tianque gun is." Zhang Yang said.

"This will be introduced by Brother Bosheng," Liu Ruohan said: "Let's talk while walking."

A group of four walked towards the island. Li Bosheng said as he walked: "Brother, these blacksmiths have really good skills. I arranged them to the south of the base alone and gave them samples. They could create them. The yield rate is very high, and the output of our Tianque gun has been greatly improved."

"How tall is it?" Zhang Yang asked.

"These blacksmiths are still adapting these days. There are nearly fifty Tianque guns that they assemble every day. After they become proficient, I estimate that we can produce eighty to one hundred every day."

One Hundred Tracks? Zhang Yang looked at Li Bosheng and looked at the man who was dancing and was very satisfied with the addition of these blacksmiths.

In this case, it is indeed enough. Fifty branches a day, ten days are enough to arm a battalion. In more than a month, all battalions can be turned into musket battalions, greatly improving combat effectiveness.
Chapter completed!