Tax customs at the east gate of Xin'an City.

Every day, there are long caravans in front of the tax customs, including various convoys, and camels are blocked outside the customs. The convoys and camels are flew with flags of various merchants flying in the wind and the roar of animals.

Accompanied by this is a long group of people, who are supporting the elderly and young, waiting to be released on the other side. These people are all refugees from the pass. They are said to be refugees, but in fact, most of them come from the pass to find relatives. After all, the weather in the pass has been good in the past two years, so there is no need to escape from the pass.

A soldier with a goatee shouted:

"Are there anyone from Weinan? Are there anyone from Weinan? Line up and don't squeeze! Don't squeeze!"

While he was shouting, another soldier shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Don't squeeze! Don't squeeze! Are there any Datong people? Are there any Datong people? I'll let you go in a while!"

Those soldiers shouted the place name here. If someone responded, the soldiers would run over immediately and chat with the person. Maybe they might not have met an old friend in a foreign land, but at least they were fellow villagers. They could ask about some news about their hometown from their fellow villagers, and listen to the familiar local accent, and comfort their homesickness.

"Oh, there is still no one from the same village coming..."

In the shed in front of the pass, a middle-aged man with an official look like an officer squinted his eyes and stared at the distance in a daze, his eyes full of loss. In the end, he turned his eyes to the people who had escaped and murmured to himself.

"Oh, this family has good weather, why do you have to run out of your hometown..."

As he sighed, the soldier in front of the city gate looked at the two young men in front of him, looked at them a few times, and then asked.

"You two don't look like they are here to look for relatives. Tell me why you come to Xin'an?"

"Oh, Jun Ye..."

Tian Qing sighed.

"How could you escape from the detention if you have a trace of life? It's true that you accidentally get a murder case in your hand and have to escape..."

"Is there a murder case?"

The soldier with a knife looked at the man a few times. Dashun didn't care what the Han people who came to escape outside the pass did. If they killed people, they were also the king's law that was violated in the pass. What did it have to do with Dashun? Obviously, the other party knew this, so he didn't hide it. However, the soldier was still curious.

"What murder?"

"I quarrel with someone and accidentally beat the man to death. Who knows he is so unharmed!"

When Tian Qing grinned and answered, his brothers were interrupting him.

"All right, Brother Qingzi, that was accidentally. You obviously went to beat him to death. Didn't you just sleep with someone's wife? According to me, how good is it for you to do your work in the arsenal? If you have to sleep with someone's wife..."

As soon as his words fell, Guan Zuo, who had originally squinted his eyes, had already run over several steps and grabbed Tian Qing and asked.

"Have you worked in the arsenal?"

"Ah? I did it, I did it."

"What do you do in the arsenal?"

"Rifling, do you know the rifling? It's the one inside the musket...Oh, what are you doing?"

Although Dashun would not ask whether the people who came from the pass had committed any crimes, they would never let them go of talents from all walks of life. When they heard that this person could actually rifle, the official servant grabbed him and said excitedly.

"You guys wait, so you can just eat something delicious and drink something spicy in the future..."

Sometimes, the way technology spreads in an unexpected way, or even deliberately, but in an inexplicable way.

A few days later, when Li Guo made the decision to fight the Western Expedition and began to prepare for the Western Expedition, Yuan Jingwen, the Minister of Works, brought a box into the palace. He was full of joy and said happily as soon as he saw the emperor.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty, this is really a great blessing for me!"

Upon hearing this, Li Guo said with a smile.

"Shangshu Yuan, look at your happy appearance, where does this joy come from?"

"Please see..."

Yuan Jingwen asked while displaying the muskets in the box.

"Your Majesty can you tell what is different about this musket?"

“What’s the difference?”

Looking at the muskets in the box, which are common flintlock rifles. Although this musket is not as good as the Ming army's firing guns, it does not require a fire hat - that thing, until now, no one knows how it was made. I can't figure out what is in the copper hat and why it explodes when touched.

The flintlock rifle is different. As long as the flint strikes the ignition platform, Mars that can ignite gunpowder will appear. Even if it is not as good as the firing rifle, it will definitely be better than it. Moreover, the most important thing is that you can build this thing yourself and will not spend a lot of money to smuggle from the Ming Dynasty.

"This should be the five-money musket we used."

The old bird gun weighed only three cents, had a small diameter and little power, and could not break the armor. Therefore, the Pinglu Army changed to seven cents muskets. Most of the flintlocks imitated by folk use seven cents bullets. The Qing Dynasty imitated by 7 cents flintlocks were also used, but later it gradually changed to five cents muskets. On the one hand, it was because the Mongols did not wear heavy armor, and on the other hand, it was because the lead of cast bullets came from the inner gates, and the five cents guns... Save money.

The same is true for the Shun Army. In order to save lead, they even had a large number of three-qian flintlock rifles. Compared with the five-qian flintlock rifle, its lead is cheaper. As for armor breaking, there is no need. After all, even the Qing army has fewer and fewer armor. Armor can be compared to muskets.

"Your Majesty, it looks like it is a five-money musket made by us ourselves, but in fact, it is a rifled gun!"

"What!"

Li Guo couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"You said he was rifled..."

He hurriedly picked up the musket, and Li Guo looked in with the barrel. Looking at the clear rifle in the barrel, he said in surprise.

"This, is this ours?"

The reason why Li Guo is so sure is that the entire Dashun is only a few thousand rifled rifles, both bought at high prices and seized. The shapes of those rifles are different from those of five cents muskets, and the barrel calibers of the two are also different.

Riveted gun!

Among so many muskets, the most powerful musket is probably the rifled rifle. Its range is long and accurate, and it is extremely powerful. But the problem is that the craftsmen of Dashun cannot make it, and even the craftsmen in Wanggong Factory don’t know how that thing was made.

"That's right, your majesty, we can build rifling pipes now. Originally, the master and the skilled craftsmen of the Ministry of Works have been thinking about how the rifling was carved, but after several years, they didn't understand. Why, the craftsmen who escaped from the gate a while ago were pointing at the side, and we only understood how the thread was carved. Speaking of which, this method is not complicated..."

When Yuan Jingwen was talking about how to create rifles, Li Guo said excitedly.

"Yuan Qing family, this time you have made great contributions to our Dashun. With this thing, our Western Expedition will be like a tiger!"

The rifled gun is good!

Not only did they hit accurately, but they also hit far. Why is the Ming army powerful? Didn’t it just rely on their on-site guns?

The people in the west are not good at other things, but their workpieces are not worth mentioning in front of firearms, and their war horses are not worth mentioning in front of the rifle.

Why worry about the great cause of this magic weapon?

Li thought about his birthday, maybe he could make a deal with Dorgon with this thing.

He also needs a rifled gun!

But after thinking about it, Li Guo still gave up this idea.

Some things cannot be cheaper for those Tartars.

"Your Majesty, when will the army go west?"

Yuan Jingwen asked.

"It's so fast! The biggest problem now is how to convince Dorgon. After all, it's a few thousand miles westward, but it's going through other people's territory. If he doesn't surrender, our Western Expedition will not be so straightforward."

Li Guo frowned and said.

"But in my opinion, Dorgon will never stop us. After all, his goal is to go west and south, not a road. Moreover, we are to help him block others in the south. Dorgon absolutely has no reason to disagree."

Despite saying this, Li Guo had already thought clearly in his heart. Even if Dorgon disagreed, he would go west at all costs. After all, going west was related to the lives of millions of soldiers and civilians across Dashun.
Chapter completed!