We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

The craftsman did not say much. He immediately poured an appropriate amount of black powder from the gunpowder bottle into the barrel, then put the bullet into the barrel, and finally compacted the bullet with a ramrod.

Then secure the burning match to the matchlock, brace the barrel for stability, and rest the butt against your shoulder.

After aiming, the craftsman opened the cover of the gunpowder pool to reveal the primer.

Finally, he reached out and pulled the trigger.

The trigger drives the fuse clip through a mechanical device, leading the burning fuse to the gunpowder pool. The flame is then transmitted into the barrel through the firing port, eventually igniting the black powder.

The series of operations is quite cumbersome, but the effect is obvious.

Li Che only heard a "bang" sound, and more white smoke spread out, and the armor in the distance shook instantly.

"Hit!" Chen Gui laughed, "Old Wu, good job!"

Old Wu smiled naively, put down his musket, and bowed to Li Che beside him.

Li Che also grinned: "Qiu Bai, go get that set of armor."

Qiu Bai came back with the armor and spread it out in front of Li Che.

However, a very obvious hole appeared on it. The lead bullet easily penetrated the armor and embedded itself into the interlayer on the back of the armor.

Li Che nodded with satisfaction. The power was beyond his expectations.

The Spanish heavy arquebus can easily penetrate 4mm steel plates at a distance of 30 meters. The arquebus made by the Gunpowder Bureau is not as good as the Spanish heavy arquebus, but it is not much different.

The matchlock was only a transition, and even the flintlock was only a transition.

In the future, Fengguo must at least develop a bolt-action rifle to be far ahead of the world.

"What do you think would happen if this shot hit the Korean's head?"

Li Che asked everyone with a smile.

Qiu Bai smiled and said, "Shouldn't we just blow their brains out with one shot?"

Everyone laughed, and the room was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Gui's eyes flashed, and he suddenly said to Li Che: "Your Highness, I have a favor to ask of you."

"You have made great contributions to the creation of the musket. If you have any requests, please tell me. As long as it is not excessive, I will reward you."

Li Che admired Chen Gui's talent very much. His understanding of gunpowder was already top-notch in the world.

"Your Highness, I ask you to take these muskets to the battlefield. True gold needs to be refined by fire. Only through actual combat can we find the problems with these muskets."

"I thought it was something." Li Che said with a smile, "This matter has been approved by the king. Not only will I take them to the battlefield, but I will also form a team specializing in the use of muskets."

Li Che thought about it for a while and had a specific idea in his mind.

He turned and looked at Qiu Bai: "What is Hua Ying doing?"

Qiu Bai bowed and replied, "Your Highness, Commander Hua is still serving in the Crossbow Battalion."

"Let him leave the Crossbow Battalion and hand over the affairs to his adjutant. Then select 1,500 sharp-eyed and sharp-eared soldiers from the Ninggu and Huguo armies to form another battalion."

"Just call..."

"Shenji Camp!"

Li Che looked at Chen Gui again.

"All members of the Shenji Battalion will use firearms. I will have them come to the Gunpowder Department for training and have your craftsmen teach them well."

"Yes." Chen Gui's eyes flashed with excitement.

Li Che looked at the test site outside the door, paced for a while, and then spoke again:

"Also, select another thousand smart recruits from the Chaoyang Army and establish another battalion. They will also come here to learn how to use and repair artillery."

"This camp will be called... Dongfeng Camp!"

"The Dongfeng and Shenji Battalions are not under the control of other armies. I will personally manage them, with the assistance of the Gunpowder Department."

Chen Gui was extremely excited when he saw that Li Che attached so much importance to firearms.

Becoming an independent army means that the Gunpowder Bureau no longer has only grenades, which are combat weapons attached to ordinary armies.

Instead, like the cavalry, it had its own system and gained an important position in the military.

The Gunpowder Department was no longer just an ordinary factory producing goods and materials like other departments, but was closely connected with the army.

What Chen Gui didn’t know was that this kind of department was called... military industry in later generations!

"Your Highness." Chen Gui approached Li Che with a smile, "Look, they are all going to the battlefield with firearms. Can you take me with you?"

Li Che laughed and scolded: "Good for you, Chen Gui, so you were waiting for me here?"

Chen Gui said confidently, "I am the one who knows these firearms best. How could I not be there when they were first used in combat?"

"Okay, I agree." Li Che said readily, "You will be given a position in both the Shenji Camp and the Dongfeng Camp. You will also select a few young and strong craftsmen to accompany the army."

Chen Gui was overjoyed: "Thank you, Your Highness!"

. . . . . .

The pre-war mobilization in Chaoyang City was in full swing.

The death cell in Qihuo Cave was deserted.

creak-

In the cold prison cell, a teeth-grinding voice rang out.

Several jailers led Qian Bin into the cell.

Qian Bin looked around, but saw that most of the cells were empty, with only a few disheveled barbarian prisoners sitting motionless in the cells.

The public security in Chaoyang City is relatively good, and there are not so many death row prisoners. Most of these prisoners are barbarians who have refused to change their ways.

When they reached the end of the cell, the jailer stopped and said respectfully, "Sir, this is it."

Qian Bin nodded and looked at the cell in front of him.

It was relatively clean, without the sewage from other cells and no dust on the ground.

Since Li Che had given his greetings, the jailers naturally wouldn't make things difficult for him.

Qin Jing was half leaning against the wall, staring blankly at the ground, his whole body exuding an aura of old age and death.

"Qin Jing." Qian Bin spoke slowly.

Qin Jing raised his head and saw Qian Bin's face clearly, but his eyes were still dull.

Qian Bin sighed, asked the jailer to open the cell door, and walked in.

The jailer bowed and stepped back to give the two of them some space.

Qian Bin slowly walked into the cell, found a clean place to sit on the ground, and placed the food box in his hand beside him.

He opened the lid and placed the food inside in front of Qin Jing one by one.

Smelling the aroma of the food, Qin Jing's eyes became more lively and he slowly lowered his head.

His voice was hoarse, "Such a sumptuous meal, is this my last?"

"This isn't your last meal. I came to see you, so I can't come empty-handed."

Qian Bin replied calmly, then added slowly, "However, you don't have much time left. The result of the three-court trial is out, and you will definitely die."

Qin Jing smiled sadly: "Your Highness is truly wise. I indeed deserve to die."

He grabbed a piece of chicken with his hand, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, his expression stiff as if he was chewing a piece of tasteless wax.

Qian Bin didn't say anything, but just silently poured him a glass of wine and pushed it to his feet.

Qin Jing swallowed the chicken, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

The hot wine burned along his throat, choking him and causing him to shed tears.

"Great!" After a glass of wine, Qin Jing's eyes brightened. "This liquor is a rare commodity. Lord Qian is willing to give it to a dying man like me?"

Qian Bin said expressionlessly, "I didn't bring it here. Your Highness gave it to you."

Qin Jing's expression froze when he heard this.

He rubbed his red eyes, his voice trembling slightly, with a hint of pleading: "Before I leave, can I go see His Highness?"

Qian Bin shook his head: "I'm afraid not. His Highness is very busy at the moment and has no time to see you."

"Busy? But what happened in Fengguo?" Qin Jing asked hurriedly.

Qian Bin hesitated for a moment, then spoke again, "There's civil unrest in Goryeo. His Highness has decided to lead his army to attack Goryeo, and Chaoyang City is currently mobilizing for the war."

Qin Jing smiled with relief and grabbed another piece of chicken and threw it into his mouth.

"We're actually deploying troops in winter? This is an opportunity. Fengguo now has a strong army and sufficient food. The severe cold cannot stop us from expanding our territory."

"As expected of His Highness, you are always able to do things that ordinary people cannot do."

Qian Bin filled the glass again, and Qin Jing picked up the glass and drank it all again.

"When do I leave?"

Qian Bin paused, put the wine jug back on the ground, and said softly, "At the end of this month."

"Your Highness is currently preparing for the Liaodong expedition and should have no time to care about your affairs."

"When His Highness finds a reason to start his expedition, I will discuss this with His Highness before he leaves Chaoyang City. He will probably see you one last time."

Qin Jing suddenly stopped chewing.

He slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with excitement. "What did you just say? Your Highness, this expedition wasn't called a war?"

Qian Bin looked at him in surprise. Although he was puzzled, he nodded and said:

"Yes, after all, Goryeo has just signed a ceasefire with our Feng Kingdom. Taking advantage of their civil unrest to launch a surprise attack is indeed not a legitimate cause. Although we can claim to be helping the Goryeo king stabilize his throne, it is still a bit far-fetched."

Qin Jing suddenly stood up and grabbed Qian Bin's shoulders: "Let me go! Let me go to Gaoli!"

Qian Bin frowned. "What are you going to do? Do you want to go to the battlefield and redeem yourself for your crimes?"

"I tell you, it's impossible!"

"Don't you know what you have done?"

"You must die, otherwise your highness's prestige will be damaged, and the atmosphere in the Feng Kingdom's court will also deteriorate! Your highness hates officials who oppress the people the most. Your death will not only give an explanation to the people, but also serve as a warning to all the civil and military officials in Feng Kingdom!"

"No! You don't understand what I mean!" Qin Jing shook his head frantically, "I mean, let me go as an envoy to Goryeo!"

Qian Bin was stunned when he heard this: "Embassy? What do you mean?"

Qin Jing showed a crazy smile on his face:

"I will die there. After I see the King of Goryeo, I will do everything I can to die in front of him!"

Qian Bin also figured something out at this time, and his eyes became sharp when he looked at Qin Jing.

Qin Jing stood up suddenly, his face flushed red, perhaps from the alcohol or from his excessive excitement.

"The Feng Kingdom's envoy was forced to death. The small country of Goryeo was so disrespectful. It is reasonable for Feng Kingdom to send troops to suppress it!"

"Anyway, I, Qin Jing, must die. Rather than dying at the hands of my own people, it would be better for me to die in Goryeo and make my last contribution to Fengguo."

thump--

Qin Jing knelt down in front of Qian Bin and banged his head hard on the ground.

When he raised his head again, blood was already oozing from his forehead:

"Master Qian, I have no other request but this one thing. Please help me!"

"Let me die in Goryeo!"