The sun gradually sets down the mountains, and the sky is pitch black.

Zhu Jun stood on the bank of the river, looking at the raging river water, and the other side of the river was the brightly lit Burmese capital Awa. The rolling waves and towering city walls blocked Zhu Jun and the last glimmer of hope in Nanming.

The former Heavenly Kingdom is now just a few walking corpses begging for peace in the villages outside the city. The powerful people in the Burmese royal city knew that the Ming Dynasty was over, a new dynasty rose in the north, and hundreds of thousands of Manchus would rule the slaves of thousands.

This is the shame of the Han people, and what is even more shameful is that their Emperor Yongli not only did not have the courage to resist, but before the Qing army entered Yunnan, he fled into Myanmar like a dog in panic. The moment he stepped into the border of Myanmar, the Han people had no hope. The Ming Dynasty, which once dominated the world and swept the north of Mongolia, gave up everything created by his ancestors and its people, and there was no possibility of turning the tables.

Everything is about to change. Zhu Jun stood on the river bank, looking at the waves of the riverbed.

Emperor Yongli is no longer the escaped emperor. Although no one noticed it, when they suddenly woke up, the whole world would be subverted. Every night after the time travel, Zhu Jun couldn't sleep. Finally, he woke up. Since this era chose him, who is the luck and whose misfortune should be? A huge plan began to appear in Zhu Jun's mind, and then the whole plan began to be refined and extended continuously.

Fight! Zhu Jun's blood burned, for himself, for the nine thousand survivors who fell into Myanmar behind him, and for the people of the mother country, he also for the numblings of people.

"Your Majesty, it's cold at night, so let's go back and rest early." Mu Tianbo's old voice came from behind.

Zhu Jun did not move: "Mu Aiqing, I ask you, does the Ming Dynasty still have hope?"

Mu Tianbo's expression was dim and he was silent for a while and said, "The old minister said something heartbroken. Please don't blame me. Nurhaci can have thirteen armors, thirty people raise troops, traverse Liaodong, and then seize the Ming Dynasty. So why can't we Han people?"

"The emperor needs to know that people conquer nature. The matter depends on human affairs. No matter what decision the emperor makes, my family background is favored by the emperor. Even if it is a sword, fire, I will never let it go."

Mu Tianbo's voice became a little excited. He found that since the emperor returned from hunting this time, he always sighed, but he was only concerned about his life and did not take the Ming Dynasty in his heart. However, the emperor in front of him was thinking about how to get rid of the control of the Burmese people, and wanted to let the craftsmen make crossbows, and even asked himself if there was still hope in the Ming Dynasty. If it were the past, what he asked might be whether he could still survive.

Is it because the heaven is immortal and the Ming Dynasty? Or is it because the emperor suddenly opened his mind and no longer cared about his personal life and death?

Zhu Jun turned around. At night, his thin figure still seemed calm and composed. He sighed softly: "Mu Aiqing, let's go back."

In front of Zhu Jun's thatched hut, two figures had already rubbed their hands and were waiting anxiously. Only a thick figure could be heard saying, "Brother Li, did you say something casually to us during the day, and at night, I threw away the imitation of the crossbow."

The thin figure spat: "Don't talk nonsense, don't joke, the emperor asked us to come, let's wait here."

The thick figure scratched his head: "That's right, the castrator at the door said that the emperor was not in the house."

"Maybe the emperor has something to do, let's wait." The thin figure glanced at the little eunuch guarding in front of the hut and swallowed, and lowered his voice: "Brother Chen, do you call the castrated guy casually? It's okay for us brothers to talk privately. How can you say it blatantly and be careful of someone cutting your tongue."

"Haha, I have to say something privately, come on, tell me." A figure gradually revealed his figure in the darkness. Zhu Jun took a step and laughed loudly and approached the two of them.

"Long live the emperor." The two of them hurriedly saluted. They were two craftsmen, Chen Sanxi and Li Tie, who fought during the day. Zhu Jun asked them to come to get samples of the steel crossbow at night.

"Let's go, follow me into the house. I have a place to borrow you in the future. Don't be so polite." Zhu Jun smiled and greeted the two of them casually.

After entering the room, Zhu Jun handed a delicate and small steel crossbow into Li Tieda's hand. Li Tieda squinted his eyes and carefully held the steel crossbow in his palm. His fingers gently stroked the texture and seam of the steel crossbow, and his face turned blue and red.

The steel bow plate is fixed to another flat-bottomed "u" iron plate with iron rivets. The u-shaped iron plate tightly clamps the wooden arm and rivets through it with iron pins.

The bow string is made of twisted with multiple strands of beef tendon and wire. It is two feet eight long and has a diameter of nearly three minutes. The two ends are tied outside the two iron rings. When winding the string, just use a little force to put the iron ring on the circular tube at both ends of the bow plate, which is very convenient.

The bow is two feet wide after hanging the string, and the crossbow arm is two feet long. The total weight of the crossbow is less than fifteen kilograms, which is very light.

The crossbow arm is made of yellow paper wood that is five inches thick and eight inches, and is dry. The entire crossbow arm is delicate and smooth, and each corner is completely transitioned by an arc. There are three three-and-a-half-width arrow grooves on the upper surface of the crossbow arm, and an iron stirrup is installed at the lower front end to stomp the feet and pull the strings. A square hole of five inches long from the side at the front end and the middle rear arrow grooves on the upper end of the crossbow arm is dug with a square hole of five inches long from the side, and a rectangular iron absorbing stone that has been polished into a rectangular body is pressed into the hole. The front end of the crossbow arm is equipped with a stance made of thin iron sheets, and a thick iron sheet with a groove in the middle and a lifting iron sheet are erected at the rear. A gap of about a large part is made of a watch mountain. Behind the handle of the handle at the back of the crossbow arm, an elastic iron hanging knife (trigger) is installed, and ten firing is

It is easy and convenient to divide, and steel clamping iron is exposed above. There is a lock on the side of the crossbow arm of the hanging knife. As long as the lock is pulled, the hanging knife cannot be latched, which is safe and practical. The middle part of the two-foot-four-long bow string is tightly clamped in a square front and the same width as the crossbow arm, and the rear is arc-shaped and extended to the string support one inch on both sides of the crossbow arm for hand pulling. A very elastic thin steel sheet of arrow pressing can firmly press the arrow rod installed in the groove. After hanging the string and pulling the bow, just pull the hook of the plate machine to shoot out one to three steel arrows in the crossbow arm groove, or several three-inch long steel nails can be shot. The steel parts are tightly and flat, but very flexible, and polished smoothly and shiny.

"Your Majesty, this is a powerful weapon. The villain has been making crossbows for twenty years. He has never seen such a clever hand crossbow, nor has he seen such a smooth material, a good thing!" Li Tie sighed, and his saliva was about to flow out.

"I ask you if you can copy it?" Zhu Jun asked.

Li Tieda answered very simply: "No." He continued: "Everything else is easy to say, but the villain of such a good steel has never seen it before. To imitate such crossbows, unless such smooth steel can be forged."

Zhu Jun nodded. After all, it was a steel crossbow brought by modern times, and he did not expect to imitate the same one. But he didn't know whether this kind of crossbow could be replaced by steel from this period. He had seen the steel extracted from this era. The best steel knife was the one inserted in Zhang Youde's waist. The hardness was basically just a little higher than that of ordinary iron tools. Zhu Jun was sure that if he used this kind of steel knife to chop people, he might have been rolled up before he could cut down the person.

Zhu Jun was unwilling to use this inferior steel to make crossbows. He thought to himself: "Even the steel made from the civilized method during the Great Leap Forward is probably many times harder than these scrap steels."

"By the way, I have an idea." Zhu Jun clapped his hands. Although the hardness and elasticity of the steel made during the Great Leap Forward were not as good as the standards of that era, it was a first-class steel for the late Ming Dynasty hundreds of years ago. In terms of hardness alone, it was at least several times that of this era. Moreover, this steelmaking method is simple to make, and only requires a small blast furnace with clay and bricks. Using this steel to make weapons is at least several times better than ordinary swords.

"Did the emperor have an idea?" Li Tie asked carefully, his palms constantly rubbing against the steel crossbow on his palm.

"I have one method to make steel, but I can't tell you yet. We are still outside Awa City. Let's talk about it when we go to Nannan. You can take this steel crossbow back to study its structure. I will naturally go to you at that time. As for Chen Sanxi, you should accompany Li Tie to make imitation steel crossbows first, but don't let the skill of making muskets be left behind. I will use it in the future." Zhu Jun smiled calmly, and remembered the current predicament. He didn't know whether the Burmese King would agree to go to Nannan. If he didn't agree, even if he knew the method of making steel, it would be useless. Thinking of this, he felt sad again.

"The little ones will never let the emperor down, please watch it." Li Tie beat his chest and made a thud.

In the next few days, Zhu Jun became much more honest. Every day he summoned some officials to chat in the hut, and indirectly drew some of the living habits and behaviors of Emperor Yongli from their mouths, so as to save himself from showing his strength.

In Awa City, Zhou Chubai was very busy with the Han people. Since he accepted Zhu Jun's "The Swallow Sits in the Scene", he was sincerely willing to do the migration to southern Myanmar for Zhu Jun. What he was looking forward to was the benefits after the success. After all, he was an emperor. A lean camel is bigger than a horse. It was enough for him to pull out the roots and hairs at will. He was a scholar who had been traveling to a foreign country for several lifetimes. He gave him a famous painting worth thousands of taels of silver with a gift. Will it be no good if he did this for him?

Fortunately, Zhou Chubai had been in Awa City for so many years and had made friends with several Burmese officials. After some compatibility, he followed them into the palace to meet the Burmese King. Myanmar is a small country, so naturally it is not as grand as the Celestial Kingdom. It is not a big deal for some of the confidants of the Burmese King to bring people in to meet the Burmese King. Besides, the Burmese King had also met Zhou Chubai several times, and had a good impression of him. So after the guards of the palace reported, they checked that Zhou Chubai did not carry any weapons on his body, so they let him in.

The Burmese King Wang Mangda had a calm face, his big belly and a half-rested body on the throne, listening carefully to the Han people's retelling of the conversation with Emperor Yongli. His face smiled from time to time, laughing.

"This is not the case with the heavenly king. When Yongli entered Burma, he pretended to be garlic with me, and wanted to act as a condescending attitude. Unexpectedly, it was still scared to the public and his butt and urine flowed."

"The king is talking very much. The boy Yongli was embarrassed at that time and repelled the people before telling the truth. It seems that the escaped emperor is indeed worthy of his reputation." Zhou Chubai smiled flatteringly and joked with Yongli, which made the Burmese King Wang Mangda laugh again.

"Your Majesty, do you think you have agreed to their request? Yongli is also a pitiful person. I heard that in order to save his life, he fled for thousands of miles without stopping. Finally, he came to the king's jurisdiction. It would be better to think that such a coward is a fart and just throw it over."

The Burmese king nodded thoughtfully: "This guy is indeed a trouble. Manchus have been sending envoys to make the king hand over the people a few days ago. However, Li Dingguo in northern Myanmar is not easy to bully. He still has tens of thousands of subordinates. If I hand over the people, Li Dingguo might have to trouble me. Most of the ministers also think that the Ming Dynasty is orthodox after all, and I advise me not to hand him over to Manchus. Since he still wants to escape, let him go to Myanmar first. When the time comes, it will save me from being stuck in both ends and being difficult for me to be a human being."

"The king is wise." Zhou Chubai flattered him. He didn't expect that things would go so smoothly, and he wanted to immediately add wings to Zhu Jun to report the good news and receive the reward.

"You go and tell the boy Yongli that I agree to his request, but for their safety, I will send a general to lead a team of men to protect him."
Chapter completed!