"This—" Zhang Yita blinked and said in disbelief, "Is it the same principle as that paper cup lid?"
Zhu Youxiao nodded as a matter of course and said, "Yes, the principle is the same. I'm also going to build a water truck that can spray water from the tank ten steps away to put out fires."
The ancestor of China's fire trucks should have appeared during the Qing Dynasty. It also used the principle of pumping water and pressurizing it, using manpower to spray water more than ten meters to extinguish fires.
Zhu Youxiao was not only thinking about putting out the fire, he was also thinking about spraying flare to burn the Jiannu!
This is the Ming Dynasty brand flamethrower. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, fire dragons sweep over and turn the Jiannu into fire men jumping and screaming, emitting the smell of barbecue. Isn’t it visually shocking?
Wang Jizhong walked around the thing several times, looking left and right but still couldn't figure out how it worked.
Don't worry about how simple it looks or how useful it is; the fact that it was made is a skill. Without being too harsh, this thing is indeed useful, much better than throwing a bucket into a well to draw water.
"I admire you, I admire you." Wang Jizhong bowed deeply to Zhu Youxiao, "Brother Shen is far superior to the rest of us in being able to apply what you have learned."
"It's just a little gadget, maybe it's useful, but I don't deserve your praise." Zhu Youxiao said modestly, turning to Chen Zilong and saying, "Brother Chen, please stop and take a rest!"
Although Chen Zilong is a scholar, he is very strong. After pressing so many times, the bucket is almost full, and he is not out of breath or sweating.
Chen Zilong laughed heartily, stopped exercising, and said with a smile: "This thing is quite interesting. Only someone as smart as Brother Shen can study and understand the principles behind it. And until now, I still haven't figured it out!"
Of course you don't understand. Magdeburg hasn't thought of the hemisphere experiment yet. I'm just standing on the shoulders of giants.
Zhu Youxiao smiled and said, "I didn't figure this out on my own. If you're interested, you can study at the New School and get in touch with more advanced science."
Xia Yunyi looked at Zhu Youxiao and asked in surprise, "Science? Brother Shen, is this how you define those principles?"
Under the gaze of the crowd, Zhu Youxiao nodded vigorously and said, "I believe that science is the driving force behind social development and an important condition for a strong country."
After a pause, Zhu Youxiao extended his hand and said, "It's cold outside, let's go inside and talk!"
Chen Zilong and others nodded in agreement and re-entered the hall.
They now have a deeper understanding of Zhu Youxiao. Although there are various speculations about his identity, his refreshing remarks are becoming more and more attractive to them.
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Boom, boom, boom... The continuous explosions kicked up dust, snow, and mud, as well as a mess of things rising into the air in black smoke.
Two days later, the Jiannu launched another attack on Ningyuan City.
Since they dare to attack again, they must have something to rely on. Xiong Tingbi stood on the city wall, looking at the enemy through a telescope, observing their new tricks and tactics.
The bannermen pushed the shield carts in front, which was unchanged. The archers followed behind them, which seemed to be the same. Aside from the change in the direction of attack to the south of the city, there seemed to be no change.
The shield carts were pushed to the front of the trench, but the Baoyi did not fill it. After a while, a volley of rockets flew into the air, like a flock of flaming crows, swooping down on the wooden stakes.
Oh?! Xiong Tingbi raised his eyebrows and curled his lips. This could be considered a new tactic after learning from the past: using fire to burn the wooden stakes.
The rockets fell into the wood piles. Some of them sank into the snow and quickly went out, while others hit the wood piles and slowly burned. As the rockets continued to be fired, the fire in the wood piles became bigger and bigger.
It was not bad. Although it was a bit slow, it reduced the casualties caused by musket fire and thunder bombs in front of the wooden stake formation.
Xiong Tingbi put down his telescope, thought for a moment, and did not issue any orders. If he ordered the soldiers in the trench to put out the fire, they would inevitably be killed by arrows, which was what the Jiannu wanted.
So what if the wooden stake array burned down? Just for this purpose, would we build a new shield cart, the armor pushing the cart, and the archers behind it?
Apart from the burning wooden stakes, the rest of the scene seemed to be a replay of the previous attack.
The Ming army's catapults and artillery bombarded the shield carts, destroying them and killing the enemies behind them. But Xiong Tingbi felt that the Jiannu might have a trick up their sleeve.
Xiong Tingbi pondered for a moment, then turned to the messenger and instructed, "Tell Jin Guofeng to prepare to retreat to the two wings. Then tell Zu Dashou and Huang Degong to be ready to support the southern defenders when they retreat."
Watching the messenger run away, Xiong Tingbi issued another order to mobilize troops to the city and strengthen the defense of the city. Only after making these preparations did Xiong Tingbi feel relieved.
Ningyuan City’s defense facilities are so complete that even if the Jiannu were placed under the city, how could they break through the city? It is obviously impossible.
Of course, the Jiannu approaching the city could use bows and arrows, but what advantage could they gain from shooting at the musketeers from above?
Four or five miles away from the front battlefield, Nurhaci listened to the scouts' reports coming back and forth with no expression on his face.
Next to him, Fan Wencheng was a bit nervous, listening intently to the battle ahead. It was his idea, so success or failure would certainly have a huge impact on him.
Speaking of Fan Wencheng, the "heroic father makes his son a hero" theory of bloodline will completely collapse. This is because he is actually the 17th generation grandson of Fan Zhongyan, a famous official of the Northern Song Dynasty.
Just like Qin Hui's grandson, Qin Ju, who bravely resisted the Jin army in Qizhou and led his entire family to fight for the country after the city fell, it is not uncommon for grandfathers and grandsons to be very different from their ancestors after more than ten generations.
Fan Wencheng was neither forced nor surrendered. Instead, after the Jiannu captured Fushun, he and his brother Fan Wencai took the initiative to surrender. He can be described as a complete traitor.
Although the old slave once said to the princes after knowing that Fan Wencheng was a descendant of Fan Zhongyan, "This is the descendant of a famous minister, treat him well," this was also a way to win people's hearts and show his love for talent and magnanimity.
From his initiative to surrender to the time when he accompanied Lao Nu to the Battle of Guangning, Fan Wencheng was not only not valued, but was discriminated against and humiliated by the high-level officials of the Later Jin Dynasty.
After the defeat in Guangning, Fan Wencheng had no good solution in the face of the strong city and the backward weapons and equipment of the Later Jin.
However, he began to study siege tactics, and although they were all old stuff from historical texts, he still gained a lot of inspiration. After the first attack on Ningyuan failed, he offered his advice and suggestions, hoping to be reused and promoted.
Listening to the continuous reports from the scouts, Fan Wencheng breathed a sigh of relief as he learned that the tactic of burning the wooden stake formation had initially been successful and that the Ming army had not forcefully stopped it.
Nurhaci lowered his eyes, and the cold wind blew the red tassel on his helmet, as if to show that he was not in a peaceful mood.
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