Chapter 245 Big deal

This is another big truth. As an engineering resident with practical experience, Zhu Bashiyi received enough scientific knowledge from the memory of another time and space, so he was able to guide craftsmen relatively easily, and through repeated experiments, amplify the original musket into cannons, and firmly believe that the iron rule of firearms will replace cold weapons, and equip his army with artillery as much as possible. However, he knew nothing about the long evolution process of the specific firearms replacing cold weapons, as well as the strategies and tactics of the firearm troops.

This has led to the fact that all the tactics of the Huai'an Army are now explored by everyone in the dark. They cannot find the object of reference and imitation from the senior's military books, and no one can explain clearly which method is more reasonable.

Although the firearms played a very great role in the previous field battles, they were not as powerful as everyone had imagined. Especially the artillery, the four-jin cannon was amazing. If they hit the target, they would be broken. If they formed a jump, they would be able to smash a flesh and blood alley in the enemy's formation. However, not every shell could jump up after landing. Most of them could only cause one-time damage to the enemy, or even land in the empty space, without any effect. Especially when the enemy adopts a scattered array and approaches quickly, the killing rate of solid bullets will instantly drop to an unacceptable level. However, the shotgun wrapped in silk cloth can often bring unexpected surprises to everyone.

In addition, since the maximum range of the four-jin cannon is only 350 or 60 steps and the time of stagnation of the space is too short, the flowering bullets that rely on the medicine line to detonate have become very useless. The medicine line often lands before it is burned. The huge impact causes the medicine line to be destroyed, and the probability of being silent is surprisingly high. In most cases, the lethality is not as good as ordinary solid bullets.

From a later perspective, the power of the artillery used by the Huai'an Army at this time is far from being compared with the Folang machine cannons and red-clothed cannons in another world history. After experiencing these battles, it is urgently necessary to improve and improve. The tactics of new artillery and musket soldiers, as well as the cooperation between firearms and cold weapons troops, also take some time to digest the recent accumulated experience and try every means to make up for the problems found in the battle.

Therefore, for the Huai'an army, the best choice at the moment is definitely not to cross the Yangtze River and plunder food, but to take advantage of the geographical conditions surrounding water on all sides of the occupied area, and the enemy's opportunity to find an effective way to deal with firearms, improve their combat effectiveness, and always lead the court. Otherwise, once the court makes up for the shortcomings in firearms, or finds experience in dealing with cannons and muskets, even if the territory is occupied at present, it will be taken away by people one by one.

"I know what you said." Zhu Bashiyi's face was a little embarrassed after being dissuaded by three people one after another. "He is also trying to find a way to solve it, but the victims of Yangzhou City cannot wait."

In the Huaian system he built himself, for a long time, he was a god, almost omnipotent, and always created miracles at the most critical moments. Everyone was used to worshiping him as a god, and when they encountered trouble, they came to him to seek the final answer.

However, as the Huai'an army becomes stronger and stronger, everyone is growing, and he, the former "god", is becoming less and less powerful, and is less worthy of everyone's expectations. For example, the range and power of the four-jin cannon are not thinking about solving it, but he doesn't know how to solve it, based on the current technical conditions.

The six-jin cannon with a range of up to a thousand steps has been made, and the effect is significantly improved compared to the four-jin cannon after being used for flowering bullets. However, the six-jin cannon weighs more than two thousand kilograms. Currently, it can only be installed on the ship for land combat. A special horse-drawn cannon truck can be developed to deal with wheels on muddy and soft roads, as well as a series of supporting products that can quickly reset the cannon.

However, he had no time to wait any longer. After fighting for such a long time, he was no longer the same engineering and native houses as before, but he was not so cruel that he could watch more than 600,000 people starve to death. If the regime he established himself was still cruel to the people, he could not see what the meaning of such a regime had.

"Actually, it may not be impossible to wait. If you want me to see, your heart is still too soft. You can't bear to put it in a knife. You always think that everyone is his own, but you don't think about it carefully. Who would be willing to follow you all the way?" Mao Gui, the chief manager of Mengcheng, saw Zhu Bashiyi in a dilemma, sneered and interrupted.

He just rushed back after the public trial. He was so angry that his eyes were getting angry by the jury. Therefore, he found an opportunity and wanted to deal with the other party. "Do you think those Mr. Su really stayed in the city for two bowls of porridge? Although their family business in the city was destroyed, who was outside the city and the surrounding villages, and had no property of his own. They stayed in the city just to unite and get a share of the pie in your Yangzhou city government. You are still eating this trick, and even invited them into the yamen."

"That's right? Those bastards are so shameless. In front of Luo Zhanjun, they want to collude with others and abuse their power. After being exposed, they dare to threaten Luo Zhanjun not to make enemies for the general manager, as if they were the masters of Yangzhou City." Ye Dexin, the military officer, walked in and put the trial record on the table, adding angrily.

"Master, we are really kind-hearted this time and have been used."

"If you don't have the old man, you should kill Zhang Mingjian."

"They can't be considered refugees at all. As soon as the public trial was over, they were carried away by their servants in sedan chairs."

Other civil and military officials came in one after another, and they were all filled with righteous indignation.

"This." Zhu Bashiyi was slightly stunned, and the expression on his face became more and more embarrassing. Although the jury's old man was not found by him, when he told the people to execute the matter, he did say that he wanted to find those who were usually famous in the local area. He thought that through the influence of these famous old man, the Huai'an army's governance system could penetrate deeper into the people, but he did not expect that he would take advantage of such a big loophole and almost backfire.

"If you don't believe me, go and send someone to see where the old people usually live and what they eat." Thinking that Zhu Bashiyi didn't believe everyone's words, Mao Gui continued to sneer and finish the fight, "The servants of your servants don't bother to eat your two bowls of porridge. They just want to recruit more dog-legged kids. If they arrest them one by one, then take them to the door outside the city to search, plus the forts on Yangzhou Road, not to mention 600,000 mouths, it would be no problem to raise the food for millions of people a year."

"The textile workshops in the city are burned, but the porcelain kilns and pottery workshops outside the city are all good. In the past two days, some people have spoken out, taking care of a meal every day, recruiting people to work for them, and there are some nearby forts and bowls of white rice, and buying half-old children to be slaves and signing a life-and-death contract. Even the children born by the slaves belong to the master, and the master can handle them at will, and he deserves to be beaten to death if he makes a mistake." Zhang Shicheng and Wang Kerou have been staying in Yangzhou, knowing the local situation more carefully, and the truth they tell is even more amazing.

"Kill them all, kill them all, and there will naturally be food. Anyway, they will never be as close as us." Zhu Chongba was the last one to come in and exclaim loudly.

This sentence made many people's eyes lit up, and they turned their heads to Zhu Bashiyi, and just waited for the command of the chief executive to come out in full bloom.

Fighting the local tyrants, dividing the land, and fighting the capitalists. In an instant, Zhu Bashiyi's mind had such words. Because there were too many official duties to be handled, he did not go to see the trial during the day, but he had learned some details through the mouths of everyone just now. The performance of the old men did disappoint him very much, but he was a little reluctant to treat these people as enemies.

"Don't think that they will really help you when they come up with the pole. They don't want to take too much care. They have been riding on the people's bowls for many years. They have already come up with a whole set of ways to bully people. No matter how you change the jury, most of them have to be theirs. They have never regarded themselves as ordinary people. If something happens, they will definitely not ask for helping their own people. Even if they really burn out their property, they are still the best people. They still have to force us to abide by the rules of these guys and let them continue to ride on the heads of ordinary people." He was so angry that he couldn't do anything about Zhu Bashiyi's slowness that Mao Gui, the chief manager of Mengcheng, continued to add loudly.

According to the facts he observed during the day, gentry and people are almost born rivals. Unless they are like Robben, who has no connection with the local area, you don’t expect any official to be the one who can make decisions for the people. After all, most officials who have studied are from gentry families. If they go to ordinary people in everything, they will betray the interests of their people and make them unwilling to the "upper class" in the local area. On the contrary, even if they are favored by personal gain, as long as they are towards gentry, they will still be virtuous with perfect moral character and a role model for everyone to admire.

Zhu Bashiyi was stunned again, his eyes widened. Thanks to the more than 600 years of knowledge accumulation, Mao Gui said this without any effort, and he summarized more abstract and insightful truths. The problem is that understanding is one thing, and whether the problem can be solved is another. Later in the world there was a Soviet empire in the north, which spent decades to eliminate landlords and capitalists. Then overnight, those who claimed to be dedicated to doing things for the people became the objects of their own eradication in the past, and they did it even more than those who had been eliminated, and the whole country was also fragmented.

Zhu Bashiyi was in another branch of time and space. He basically failed in political science. He didn't understand and could not understand whether the so-called pain was necessary. He only knew that people who shouted to endure the pain had never been painful. They were all making a fortune. The whole world was left with their figures waving money. In contrast, they were cold in winter because they could not afford the heating fee, and the pairs of desperate eyes in the room.

He did not have the courage to try this kind of reincarnation, nor did he hope that it would happen in the regime he created himself. He was an engineering resident and a native resident. His chest was beating with a heart of a grass-roots man. No matter what, he could not do it and forget it, and he could not do it with oil. He stood on the corpse on the ground and shouted, "This is all the price that must be paid for the future."

Those are the people he despised in his previous life. He cannot let himself despise himself after waking up in the middle of the night.

While he was confused, he heard Zhu Chongba say, "In fact, it's okay not to kill people. He can receive all the ownerless porcelain kilns, workshops and apprentices outside the city. We recruit craftsmen ourselves, open porcelain kilns and workshops in large quantities, and then transport them to the south to exchange for grain, and then control the docks. All the things produced by non-government governments will be subject to heavy taxes, which will not take long."
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