I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

"Da da da... da da da..."

Zhu Gaosui finally got the chance to shoot. Hearing the irritable voice and the shock force from his arm, his blood boiled all over his body.

Of course, it would be even better if the person who supplied him with ammunition was not his annoying big nephew.

"These guns are very good, but it's a pity that they consume too much ammunition. The ammunition department needs to step up expansion, otherwise it won't be able to keep up with the consumption!"

After experiencing several new guns, the old man was very satisfied, especially the submachine gun, which made him feel very refreshed.

Thinking of the speed at which ammunition was consumed, he felt a headache.

"Father, there is no other way. The expansion of the factory, the training of machine builders will take time, and there is also the problem of material mining and transportation. According to the calculations of the imperial court, it will take at least 10 years for the entire army to popularize metal fixed bullets. , and there is still a limited supply.”

"If the supply is expanded, it will take at least 20 years. The premise is that there will be no major wars during this period, otherwise the court will not be able to supply it at all. After all, we have so many troops. One soldier fires one bullet, and more than 100 million National Defense Forces are more than 100 Tens of thousands of bullets, plus the local garrison, the ammunition consumed after a day of training is an astronomical figure."

Zhu Pangpang is also suffering. All departments across the country are asking for money. Expansion is said to be easy, but where does the money come from? The wind can't blow the money.

"Oh, try your best!"

Understanding the difficulties of the fat son, the old man sighed, patted Zhu Pangpang on the shoulder, and then said to the person in charge of firearms: "Next year, we will produce a batch first and distribute them to the First Legion and the Royal Guard."

"When their supply is exhausted, the manufactured ones will be stored first, and then released when they reach a certain scale."

"Sir, take orders!"

The person in charge of gun manufacturing responded, and then stretched out his hand to invite: "The emperor, the emperor, your highness the crown prince, there is another big guy in the next room, do you want to go and have a look?"

The old man, who was not addicted at first, was immediately refreshed when he heard that there was a big guy, "What big thing?"

The person in charge of firearms smiled, and glanced in the direction of the Space Department, with a wretched expression on his face.

"Anti-aircraft heavy machine gun!"

Minister of Aerospace: You bastard, do you have a grudge against me?I just developed the plane here, and you put out the anti-aircraft heavy machine gun on your side, you said... you bastard, what do I owe you?Do you need to target me like this?

The old man with the anti-aircraft heavy machine gun was also very satisfied, and after shooting a round in the open space outside, he went to the nearby artillery factory with satisfaction.

The speed of artillery manufacturing is obviously slower than that of guns.

At present, the output of the artillery factory is only about 10 a day, and this is still on the premise that everything is ready, otherwise 5 cannons a day will be difficult.

As for new things like the gun manufacturing department, they don't have them. It's not that they haven't studied them, but they really don't have the time to study them.

Just making artillery now has already taken up their time, how can they have so much time to study heart artillery.

They were short of manpower. When Zhu Zhangui and his party went in just now, the person in charge of the artillery factory was still holding Zhu Zhangui's hand, begging pitifully for manpower.

"Prince, prince..."

Just as the group finished visiting the artillery factory and were about to visit the ammunition factory, an old man ran over excitedly.

"What's the matter, Liugong?"

Zhu Zhangui, who was discussing the expansion of the artillery factory with the old man, turned his head to see him when he heard the greeting, and saw the person in charge of the rocket department running over excitedly.

"Of course something happened, and it's a very good thing. Old man, I planned to go to the palace to look for you. When I heard that you were here, I hurried over here."

Liugong first saluted the old man and the others, then grabbed Zhu Zhangui and excitedly said, "The rocket launcher you asked us to study has already taken shape, and now the prototype is ready, do you want to go and have a look?"

"Bazooka!"

Zhu Zhangui's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly to the curious old man beside him.

"Grandpa, dad, let's go, I will show you a big killer, you will definitely like it."

The rocket launcher is a manufacturing and research order Zhu Zhangui gave to the rocket department three years ago.

No way, it is too difficult to study super-large rockets. It is not a problem of ignition and launch, but a problem of accuracy and flight distance.

Seeing that the rocket department had been researching for a long time, but still couldn't get it right, Zhu Zhangui thought of the later Katyusha, and directly changed the order to the rocket department, asking them to shrink the rockets and put them on the chariot with rails emission.

Anyway, the accuracy and range can't be solved at present, so we can simply hit with a range.

If one can't hit you, I'll hit you with a bunch of them, and I'll probably kill you.

Moreover, the armies of various worlds are still dominated by phalanxes. The accuracy of this kind of intensive shooting rocket launcher is really not a problem, as long as it can fly to the enemy's head and fall down to explode.

Accuracy, as well as higher-level missiles, should be studied slowly by later generations. Now Daming likes artillery coverage. Although it costs money, it is really cool.

As the saying goes, if you are poor, you can use tactics, and if you are rich, you can cover firepower. You can play whatever you have, as long as you can win the battle, you can do whatever you want.

As long as it can be money, the problem to be solved is not a problem.

If you want to talk about the weapons and equipment during World War II, with Ming's current technology, what is the easiest to imitate, and that is undoubtedly the Katyusha rocket launcher.

This thing looks tall, but the principle is very simple. The rocket researched in the Song Dynasty is very similar to this technology.

The only thing that makes the Daming Artisan Camp a little bit embarrassed is that the existing gunpowder is not strong enough to propel the rockets far enough.

If the gunpowder is increased, the investment will also increase.

Later, a craftsman who was new to the rocket battalion proposed a method, that is, to abandon the use of gunpowder for propulsion and use other fuels for propulsion.

As the saying goes, three cobblers are worth one Zhuge Liang. The people in the Artisan Rocket Battalion have been pondering together for more than a year, and finally came up with a new type of propellant.

This fuel is a mixture of various items and is in a semi-solid form.

This kind of fuel burns longer than gunpowder, and with some special equipment, it lasts for a long time and is also very stable in flight. It is very suitable as a booster fuel for rockets and rocket shells.

After solving the most difficult fuel problem, rockets are even easier.

For the people in the rocket battalion who have been studying rockets for nearly 10 years, rockets are not difficult at all, and they took out samples in just a few days.

At the beginning of this year, after many experiments, the rocket was formally finalized. After more than half a year of research and test improvements, plus three collapses, the rocket launch vehicle was officially finalized.

"This thing doesn't have a barrel, so it doesn't look very reliable!"

A group of people came to the rocket research department on horseback, and when they entered the compound, everyone saw a modified three-jump car in the courtyard at a glance.

There is not much problem with the shape of the car, except that the rear compartment frame has been removed and a rectangular multi-tube track device has been installed.

Among these tracks, there are rockets nearly one person tall.

Seeing this novel artillery for the first time, Zhu Gaosui habitually questioned it.

"Hehe, Your Highness Zhao Wang, you don't understand this. Our rocket launch is not like artillery, with the help of the barrel to support the flight, but to use the booster force to fly, which is completely different from that principle."

Liugong, who was in charge of the rocket department, explained with a smile, and then introduced it to Zhu Zhangui, the old man and others.

"Supreme Emperor, Your Majesty, His Royal Highness, this thing is called a multi-shot orbital rocket launcher, which can launch multiple rocket attacks at the enemy's position at once. Its lethality and horror are absolutely beyond people's imagination."

"The entire gun carriage is 6.5 meters long and 4.3 meters wide. It can carry 12 rockets at one time, and the maximum range can reach five miles. The explosion area is within a radius of one mile."

The old man widened his eyes when he heard this.

He walked up to touch the rocket launcher and asked in shock: "You mean, if this round of launch goes on, death within a mile of the explosion zone will be inevitable!"

Liugong smiled and nodded, then shook his head again, "Back to the Supreme Emperor, you are right, but no one can say anything about the battlefield, if there are any obstacles, or if you are lucky enough to hide in the crater, you may be killed." I escaped with my life, but the shock wave of its explosion alone can also seriously injure it."

Speaking of which, Liugong showed the color of memory, "If we had this thing when we were fighting Mahamu, the dense phalanx of the Mongolian barbarians would have killed us if we rushed up."

"Hahaha, I like such violent things."

Hearing Liu Gong mentioning the events of the year, the old man laughed and reached out to pat the rocket launcher.

"How accurate!"

Zhu Zhangui, who was walking around the artillery vehicle, asked about the accuracy he was more concerned about.

This thing can't have a range of 5 kilometers, and the deviation is 10 kilometers.

It doesn't matter if you fail, if it falls on your own head, it will be a shame.

"In the range of 1 mile, if there are no accidents or strong winds, this accuracy can still be guaranteed."

LiuGong answered the question of accuracy in frustration.

Zhu Zhangui patted his shoulder, "Where there is gain, there is loss. There is terrifying damage. If there is strong precision, it will make the enemy die."

"Don't be discouraged, I believe you will solve this problem."

"The fuel problem was always a headache for you at the beginning, but after more than a year, didn't you get it done?"

"I believe that in the near future, you will not only be able to solve this problem, but also develop more powerful, faster and more powerful rockets!"

"Yes!"

Zhu Zhangui's comfort made Liugong feel a little better.

"Well, Master Liu, I want to ask how much this thing costs."

The old man and Zhu Zhangui were concerned about the lethality and accuracy, while Zhu Pangpang was concerned about the cost of this thing.

He believes that the craftsman camp can produce good things, but the craftsman camp's ability to waste money is not comparable to that of ordinary departments.

The annual expenditure of the Artisan Battalion is worth half of the military expenditure of the army.

This is because Zhu Zhangui took out a part of the dividend subsidy from the Immigrant Chamber of Commerce to the Artisan Camp, otherwise, if the imperial court provided it, the imperial court's finances would have collapsed long ago.

"this…"

Knowing that the crown prince is a person who cares about money, Liu Gong hesitated for a moment, and revealed an approximate price.

"The car was provided by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, so it is not included in the price. The later modification is not expensive, only a hundred taels of silver. In addition to maintenance and refueling, it will not cost much in the future."

"The rockets are a bit expensive. The cost of a rocket is around 100 taels of silver."

"hiss!"

Hearing the price, Zhu Pangpang stared.

One is 100 taels, and that round of shooting is more than 1000 silver.

And it's not that much is consumed at one time, but it will be consumed repeatedly later.

Damn, if hundreds or thousands of them are shot out in a big battle, the court doesn't care about anything else, the cost of the rockets alone can make the court vomit blood.

Alas, it really is a golden ten thousand taels when the cannon is fired, either making money or losing money.

Chapter 353: Emperor Yongle's Last Wish!

"Isn't the cost a bit too high? If a big battle is over and thousands of coins are sold out, it will be a small million taels of silver."

"This amount of money would have been enough to fight a Northern Expedition before."

Zhu Pangpang still feels distressed. Back then, his father begged him to pay for the war, but it was only a few million taels of silver.

But now it's good, fighting a war is like throwing money.

Not to mention other military services, rockets alone consume so much.

This has to be added to the consumption of other military branches. Now after a big battle, at least tens of millions of taels of silver will be spent.

Tens of millions of taels of silver, God, if this was put in the past, it would be enough for Zhu Di to beat the prairie barbarians back and forth several times.

"Father, this account is not calculated like this."

Zhu Zhangui, who had just returned to the few people after watching the rocket, happened to hear what Zhu Pangpang said.

"It is true that we have spent some money in the war now, but the benefits brought to us by the war are several times, dozens of times or even hundreds of times the consumption of the war."

"Let's not talk about other places, let's talk about Asan Province. When I proposed to fight here before, except for Xia Yuanji, a money fan who supported me, you, including grandpa, were not optimistic about it."

"They even made a two-year agreement for me. If you didn't see Ah San's income later, I'm afraid you will ask me to come back when the time comes."

The old man on the side nodded in agreement.

"Yes, boss, this account really can't be calculated like this."

"If every war brings benefits like Ah San's, the cost of fighting the war is just a drizzle."

Zhu Pangpang was helpless.

He also knew what it meant, but the problem was that the grandpa and grandson only counted as a victory in the war, if they failed, it wouldn't be the loss of the wife and the loss of the army.

But seeing the high interest of the old man and his son, Zhu Pangpang didn't want to say anything depressing to upset the two of them, so he nodded silently, stood aside and said nothing.

"Liugong, can you show it now?"

The old man is used to being poor, and Zhu Zhangui knows that he loves money. The old man stopped talking, and he didn't say anything.

Zhu Pangpang is the emperor no matter what, and he is the other party's son. Every day, his son teaches me a lesson, and I can't hold back my face if I say it.

In addition, he was looking forward to the power of the rockets, so after the father said nothing, he looked directly at Liu Gong, the person in charge of the rocket department.

"Of course." Liugong grinned, stretched out his hand and patted the shelf next to it, "It's full of live ammunition, as long as you install the launcher, you can use it directly."