When I woke up, I became Wei Zhongxian, the nine-thousand-year-old Ming Dynasty man!
It is true that he has power over the government and everyone is afraid of him, but damn, I have really become a eunuch!
At this time, it was the sixth year of the Apocalypse. Liaodong was in crisis, and the Houjin Iron Cavalry was pressing forward step by step. However, the weapons of the Ming Dynasty cut corners and materials, the muskets frequently exploded, and the gunpowder was adulterated and dampened. The soldiers on the front line could only fight with fire sticks.
Since you can't go back, let's make the gun and cast the cannon first!
Rectify the manufacturing bureau, unify drawings, improve gunpowder, and standardize guns. Cannons, Folang machines, Hongyi cannons, rockets, landmines, and water mines appeared in turn; flintlock guns, rifled guns, fixed ammunition, and mortars were also introduced step by step into the Ming Dynasty.
But I soon discovered that what is really difficult to build is never a magical cannon, but a military-industrial system that will not stop functioning just because I die.
"You can fail, but whoever dares to hide the problem and exchange the lives of soldiers and craftsmen for money, I will send him on his way!"
This is a story about a modern office worker who dressed as Wei Zhongxian and led a group of unknown craftsmen to use drawings, fire and flesh and blood to forcibly extend the life of the crumbling Ming Dynasty.
