The First Tyrant of Daxia

"What is this?" Qin Yun pointed at the densely packed small bottles placed on the stone.

Jinzhu immediately walked out of the crowd and wiped his dark face: "Your Majesty, this is a container for sesame oil. I am trying to put the sesame oil and the materials for the fire tube into it."

"After being broken, the two are compatible, thus achieving the Molotov cocktail effect that Your Majesty wants."

Qin Yun took a look at it. Although he didn't have any impressive knowledge of physics, he knew that it wouldn't work.

"no!"

"The bottle is too big. It would be difficult for a sergeant to carry one, let alone fight."

"Secondly, this is made of ceramic. It breaks too easily. Change it to iron."

Upon hearing this, all the people of the Liriod tribe working here looked embarrassed.

Jin Zhu said awkwardly: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid it can't be reduced. Once the fire tube is disassembled, the saltpeter and other ingredients will take up half of the bottle."

"And iron sheets... this consumes too much money, the silver budget must be at least three times more!"

Hearing this, Mr. Feng's eyelids twitched violently.

"What, three times?!"

You should know that the Ministry of Revenue has already allocated one million taels of silver for the Firearms Research Institute. The manpower, materials, and various consumption have reached a terrible level.

Now it wants three times more?

What a concept!

Should we recover Xiliang? Should we continue to fight against the Turks?

Everyone secretly broke into a cold sweat.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yun didn't care at all and made the final decision.

"Don't even mention three times, I'll study it even if it's ten times!"

"Pass my order, all unused iron shall be sent here for smelting, and molds shall be made according to this size and shape."

Qin Yun quickly drew a shape on the paper, which was similar to a small beer bottle in later generations, which could be tied to the waist for easy throwing.

Hearing this, Jinzhu and others looked at each other in surprise.

Finally, I looked at Old Feng, hoping that he could stand up and say something. I always felt that Your Majesty was too paranoid. Wouldn't it be better to use the money to build more heavy crossbows?

But before Mr. Feng could open his mouth, Qin Yun shut up everyone's attempts to persuade him with just one sentence.

"This matter concerns the lifeblood of Daxia's rise!"

Everyone was shocked. The lifeline of rise?

Even though Jinzhu understood the concepts of sesame oil and Molotov cocktails, she still found it a little unbelievable.

"Yes!"

Mr. Feng took the lead in bowing.

Qin Yun was very serious. He rolled up his sleeves and didn't mind that it was dirty or hot here.

He stared at the messy table and said, "Jinzhu, you just said that saltpeter is necessary for the firebox, right?"

"Yes, if there is less, the bumps will cause the saltpeter to leak out and the sesame oil will not be ignited."

Hearing this, Qin Yun's gaze suddenly froze!

Standing there, lost in thought.

When the others saw this, they all held their breath.

Qin Yun's brain was working at the speed of light. Daxia's fire tube was commonly known as a "fire stick". The principle was actually saltpeter and phosphorus. It was sealed without oxygen. Once opened, a flame would appear with a gentle blow.

But flame alone is too useless, an explosion shock wave is necessary.

When a Molotov cocktail is thrown, it must cover an area with a diameter of at least two meters to justify the cost of spending so much money.

How can we reduce weight and still have explosive power?

Looking at Qin Yun, who was motionless like a sculpture, everyone was stunned and kept whispering to each other.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

"strange."

"Who says it's not true? I heard that Grand Master Jinzhu is researching a derivative product of sesame oil, and the expenditure has exceeded the military expenditure of your Majesty's direct army."

"Hiss... it's so scary."

"Your Majesty, are you worried because you spent money but didn't come up with anything?"

In the stuffy stone tower, molten lava kept gurgling, burning the raw materials of sesame oil, which made people feel even more nervous.

clatter……

A drop of sweat dripped from Qin Yun's temple.

His eyes widened, a gleam of light flashed across them, and he suddenly shouted, "I know, I know!"

"Damn it, I actually forgot how firecrackers work!"

"Yes, yes!"

“The Molotov cocktail is coming!”

He shouted excitedly, his face flushed, like a madman.

"Your Majesty?" Old Feng was worried.

Everyone around was surprised. What happened?

Qin Yun ignored him, excitedly grabbed Jin Zhu's wrist, and shouted: "Haha, listen to my advice!"

"I can prevent spontaneous combustion and explosion, and I can also reduce the size of the Molotov cocktail so that it will explode like thunder while burning!"

He spoke every word with absolute certainty.

The expressions of Jinzhu and several of his confidants suddenly changed.

is it possible?

They have been researching for so long, day and night, but they still can't put the sesame oil into a small bottle and make it explode.

Qin Yun said: "Mix the yellow mud with lime and weld it to the bottom of the tin bottle. This is the first part!"

"The second part is to find a way to refine the sesame oil into a solid to prevent penetration."

"This also solves the problem of stabilizing the saltpeter and phosphorus in the third part."

"Finally, we added a lid. When the soldiers were in battle, they would unscrew the lid and shake it. The saltpeter and phosphorus would catch fire when they came into contact with oxygen."

"Start a fire, and then burn the sesame oil solids."

"The pressure inside the bottle increases, and it can't escape from the iron sheet and the yellow mud at the bottom. After a certain period of time, it will explode!"

Hearing this, everyone was full of confusion, as if they were listening to a foreign language.

What is Oxygen?

People close to him, such as Mr. Feng, looked at him with astonishment, as if they didn't know him. Where did Your Majesty learn all this knowledge?

Is there such a thing in the imperial study?

Suddenly, he spoke again.

“When the time comes…!”

Qin Yun's eyes were like knives, full of wolfishness and blood. He opened his hands and said in an exaggerated and powerful way: "Bang!!"

"The Molotov cocktails exploded like fireworks, and the enemy soldiers were thrown to the ground, their bodies engulfed in flames. The battle was basically effortless!"

"Fighting against foreign races can be crushing with ease!"

The passionate voice made everyone tremble!

The pupil looked at Qin Yun, gradually becoming absent-minded.

According to his description, everyone seemed to see the terrifying scene of the divine weapon falling from the sky and sweeping across the battlefield!

All around, it was quiet, and then the breathing gradually became heavier.

Infected by Qin Yun's ambition and vision!

Jinzhu swallowed hard and said seriously, "Your Majesty, is what you said true?"

"Can it come to this?"

Qin Yun nodded confidently: "There is definitely no problem with this method, but there are many small problems that need to be corrected. This is your job, such as the detonation time and opening the lid. It will take at least five seconds."

"Too fast, I'll be the one to explode!"

Jinzhu was startled, and confidence appeared in his eyes.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Since you have said so, I believe that I will succeed."

"We will devote our whole life to this cause until our death!"

The people all knelt down and shouted, "We will do our utmost to serve you until our death!"

Qin Yun wiped the sweat off his forehead.

He looked throughout the stone tower. Hundreds of people were crammed into the stuffy space. He spoke excitedly.

"Brothers, do a good job!"

"It takes time to develop a Molotov cocktail, but as long as you develop it, you will be a hero to Daxia!"

"No matter how hard or dangerous it is, we must overcome it. As the saying goes..."

"Wan Gu Liu Fang, you are such a reckless person!" He said heavily with his eyes wide open.