Want to See Some Red

151 变 The Alternate World of the Transformation Girl Command and Conquer Cattle LetisiaSci-Fi & Apocalypse274k WordsOngoing 17Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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These are great, but relatively niche

157 红 The Red German Weapon Master, the Resurrected Red Seventh Legion Zhao BuyanUrban1.2M WordsCompleted 514Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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It is a non-traditional and exciting story. The story begins with the failure of the Tenth Army Corps before the Long March, which many people do not know much about. The protagonist will build a guerrilla army from scratch in the Jiangnan area. The team will gradually grow through all the obstacles, and will experience counter-encirclement and suppression, the Anti-Japanese War and the Liberation War. Together with the readers, we will enter those magnificent and turbulent years.

159 大 Cataclysm: Restarting the Apocalypse The Fishing SergeantSci-Fi & Apocalypse345k WordsOngoing 1.5kReads8.7Score106Shelves

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Red element, the protagonist travels to Ami in a parallel world, but in the end of the world, but the system is not simple

160 系 With the System in Hand, Is It Too Much to Shock Yourself with Some Red? Draw Your Sword, WarriorHistorical83k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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How about these? ! ? ! ? !

164 原 Original God, the Red Tide Sweeping the Seven Kingdoms Slip Away to SleepRural Life1.5M WordsOngoing 882Reads8.9Score117Shelves

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Of these two books, I also wrote one myself, called "Genshin Impact: Our Mission is to Liberate Teyvat". It's a Chinese version. You can check it out on my homepage.

168 穿 Travel Through the Early Tang Dynasty to Create an Alternative Prosperous Age Zhe YuanHistorical790k WordsCompleted 126Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Proper red gene, although it is not stated clearly High-energy plot - Chapter 3 Fire Hat Thunder The seventh year of Zhenguan, the first day of April, Shirenshan Central Station The morning fog has not yet cleared, and the platform of Shirenshan Central Station is already a busy scene. Yao Kemin stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the old man with white hair and beard in front of him - Kong Yingda, the imperial wine minister, was preparing to board the car and return with his entourage. "Kong Jijiu's visit has made the Fenghe River shine brightly." Yao Kemin raised his hands in greeting with a sincere tone. He specially arranged a special carriage for this scholar who was nearly sixty years old, and also ordered people to add soft cushions on the seats. Kong Yingda stroked his beard and returned the courtesy, a complicated look flashed in his cloudy eyes. What he saw and heard in Fenghe these days had completely overturned what he had learned throughout his life. From the roaring steam locomotives to the brightly lit workshops, from the female students studying to the orderly municipal management, every place has a completely different atmosphere from that of the Tang Dynasty. "I'm sorry, sir. This trip has been an eye-opener for me. It's really..." He paused, as if he was considering his words, "It's a worthwhile trip." The corner of Yao Kemin's lips raised slightly. He noticed that among the entourage, the craftsman named Yang Siqi from the Ministry of Industry was secretly looking at the steam locomotive on the platform, with a strange light shining in his eyes. "If you are interested in sacrificing wine, you might as well go to the steam locomotive workshop." Yao Kemin suddenly suggested, his voice deliberately raised a few points, "We, Fenghe, act openly and aboveboard, and there is nothing we can't show off to others." Kong Yingda was startled when he heard the words, and then understood. He glanced at the entourage with different expressions behind him and nodded slowly: "Well, I'll do your duty, sir." On the way to the workshop, Yao Kemin made secret calculations. He had already received information that the real purpose of Yang Siqi's trip was to explore steam engine technology. But he didn't care - even if he gave the complete drawings to Li Shimin, Datang would not be able to build a decent steam engine with its existing industrial base. In the workshop, hot molten iron rolled in the converter, making everyone's faces red. Yao Kemin pointed to the cylinder parts being cast and explained: "This steel is made using the converter steelmaking method, which is several times stronger than the iron made in the open-hearth furnace." "What about the hundred-melted steel?" An accompanying official couldn't help but ask. Yao Kemin chuckled: "The so-called hundreds of refining is just repeated forging to remove impurities. And we..." He pointed to the converter in the distance, "We can refine steel with higher purity in one go." Kong Yingda looked at the red fire and suddenly remembered the record in "Kao Gong Ji". The craftsmanship of two thousand years ago has been surpassed in this steam-roaring workshop. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh, his white beard trembling slightly in the hot wind. When bidding farewell, Yao Kemin specially arranged for Kong Yingda to take the circle train so that he could inspect the entire Fenghe River along the way. Yao Kemin narrowed his eyes as he watched the train slowly pull out of the platform. "Why did your Majesty treat the old Confucian scholar with such courtesy?" The guard beside him asked in confusion. "Because he represents the true Confucian spirit." Yao Kemin looked at the departing train, "Seeking knowledge, being pragmatic, and being practical. It's a pity..." He shook his head and did not continue. The guard nodded in understanding. What he didn't know was that during the visit just now, Yang Siqi had secretly hidden a piece of steel slag in his sleeve. And Yao Kemin has already seen all this. At three o'clock, Medical College "Boom!" With a sound, the Chen Yuankai Laboratory of the Medical College, which had been silent for a long time, burst into thick smoke amidst the explosion. As soon as Yao Kemin's steam car drove out of the station square, he was startled by the loud noise and suddenly stopped. He pushed open the car door and looked in the direction of the rising smoke, frowning - it was Chen Yuankai again! This crazy old doctor has bombed the laboratory three times since he became obsessed with "penicillin" research. The last time it was to test the "high temperature sterilization method", which almost blew off the roof of the medical school; the last time was to try to purify it with alcohol, which resulted in a fire and burned half of the medicinal materials in the room. "Go to medical school!" Yao Kemin jumped into the car and shouted to the driver. Time goes back to a moment ago. The seventh year of Zhenguan, the first day of April, the third quarter of Chenshi, Medical College. In Chen Yuankai's laboratory, bottles and cans were filled with bottles and jars on a long elm table. There were piles of moldy fruits in the corner - it was his "hotbed" for cultivating penicillin. The air was filled with the sour smell of rotten fruits and the pungent smell of sulfur. The old doctor wore special goggles made by the workshop, and the lenses were stained with green mold spots. He held a glass test tube in his left hand and a clay pot in his right hand, and was carefully pouring concentrated sulfuric acid into the test tube. The light yellow liquid flowed on the glass wall, emitting traces of white smoke. "The envoy said that concentrated sulfuric acid can separate impurities..." He muttered, his white beard trembling slightly with his breathing, "But why is this thing getting muddier and muddier?" Under the action of the acid, the penicillin extract in the test tube began to separate into layers, and a strange purple foam appeared on the upper layer. At this moment, the young apprentice Gou Sheng rushed in holding two clay pots. "Master! I've got sulfur and saltpeter!" He panted and threw the clay pots to the corner, but he didn't notice a crack in the bottom of one of the pots. Fine sulfur powder leaked out like gold sand and quietly sprinkled into the mercury tank on the ground - the raw material used by Chen Yuankai to make the thermometer. "Stop making noise!" Chen Yuankai didn't look back, "I didn't see Wei Shizheng..." A gust of draft suddenly hit, and the drawings on the table rattled. The old man shook his hand, and the concentrated sulfuric acid in the pottery poured out, dripping along the edge of the table into the mercury tank. "Oops!" Chen Yuankai hurriedly went to fish it out, but knocked over the porcelain bottle containing mercury raw materials. Gray-white powder pours down like a waterfall, mixed with sulfuric acid and mercury. Silence. Gou Sheng blinked: "Master, why is this bubbling..." "Boom——!!!" A dazzling white light flashed, and the air wave knocked the master and apprentice to the ground. The experimental table was blown to pieces, and the porcelain bottle fragments were nailed into the wall like raindrops. Chen Yuankai's goggles flew to the rafters, and a big hole was burned out of the left hem of the dog's clothes. In the thick smoke, the old man stood up tremblingly, and suddenly his eyes widened - a crater as big as a washbasin was blown out of the stone floor at the center of the explosion. A strange gray-white powder remained at the bottom of the crater, and green smoke was "sizzling". "This... This is..." At this moment, Yao Kemin rushed into the laboratory, and Chen Yuankai was lying on the ground, sniffing the powder like an old dog. "Thundermer?!" Yao Kemin's voice suddenly rose. The old doctor looked up blankly: "What is mercury? I just want to purify penicillin..." Yao Kemin was already kneeling on one knee, carefully picking up a handful of powder with a silver spoon. In the sunlight, those crystals shimmered dangerously. "Mercury fulminate... Detonating powder... Flash cap..." He muttered to himself and suddenly grabbed Chen Yuankai's shoulder, "Mr. Chen! Do you know what you invented?" Gou Sheng huddled in the corner and raised his hand weakly: "Well... Did I get into trouble again?" "No!" Yao Kemin laughed, "This is a magical object that can change war!" He pointed out the window - there, a group of musketeers were practicing, and the hammer of the flintlock hit the scythe, bursting out scattered sparks. "With it, the flintlock gun can evolve into a percussion gun! Cannonballs no longer need a match rope to ignite! From now on -" His fingers crossed the air, as if opening a new era, "You can kill the enemy by pulling the trigger!" Chen Yuankai stared blankly at his soot-stained hands. I just wanted to treat the injury... Why did I come up with a murder weapon? The seventh year of Zhenguan, the first day of May, the Weapons Factory Proving Ground, Chenshi, the birth of the mercury flash hat. At the Weapons Factory Proving Ground, the morning fog has not yet cleared, and the air is filled with the smell of sulfur and steel. Yao Kemin stood in front of the temporary test bench, holding a copper flash cap the size of a mung bean between his fingertips. The sun shines through the mist and shines on the flash cap, reflecting a cold metallic luster. The interior of the flash cap is filled with gray-white mercury fulminate powder - this is the masterpiece of Chen Yuankai's master and apprentice. After hundreds of mixing experiments, it was finally stabilized into a usable detonator. "Load." Wang Tiejun held the flash cap with his rough fingers and carefully inserted it into the flint mouth of the breech gun model made by Xiao Donglei and the others. The original flintlock hammer has been removed and replaced by a firing pin made of fine steel with a tip as sharp as a cone. The onlookers held their breath. Almost all the core people in Fenghe were present - Liu Rengui stood with arms folded and frowned; Du Ruolan held an abacus, ready to record data; three girls, Xiao Donglei, Wu Meiniang and Li Zhaoyi, crowded in the front row, their eyes widened; even Zhou Tong, who usually only cared about logistics, came over, holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand. "First shot, test fire!" Wang Tiejun pulled the firing rope - "Click!" The firing pin fell, but only made a soft sound. The muzzle is silent and misfiring! "Tsk!" Wang Tiejun opened the cannon's breech and groped for the flint opening with his thick knuckles. "The firing pin is crooked!" He picked up the iron pliers and roughly twisted the firing pin straight. The steel needle rubbed against the copper base and made a harsh "squeaking" sound. Du Ruolan couldn't help but frown: "Be gentle! Precision devices are not hoe..." "Second shot!" "Bang——!" This time, the mercury fulminate was successfully fired, and a dazzling flame burst out from the flint, igniting the propellant in the barrel. The flames sprang out of the muzzle like a red snake and sprayed out for more than a foot. The air wave overturned the tools on the test bench, and the crowd of onlookers let out a burst of surprise. "It's done!" Xiao Donglei jumped up, but Yao Kemin held her shoulders down. "Go on." His voice was terrifyingly calm. At this time, thirty times of verification. In the next two hours, the test site echoed with the continuous sound of artillery. Wang Tiejun half-crouched next to the miniature bronze cannon, which was less than one meter long. His thick arms were in sharp contrast with the delicate cannon body. Like playing with a beloved toy, he carefully repeated the process of loading, closing the latch, and firing. Sweat slid down his face, which was stained with charcoal dust, and made a few shallow, winding marks on his dark skin, like rain streaking across the surface of bronze. The fifth shot: The flint mouth leaked slightly, but the projectile still roared out, and the cypress target board thirty steps away was blown into pieces. The twelfth shot: The barrel was overheated. Wu Meiniang was so anxious that she ordered Aman to wrap the barrel with wet linen to cool it down. Round 23: Li Zhaoyi found that the friction between the projectile and the rifling was too large, so he temporarily used beeswax to lubricate the projectile body. When the thirtieth shell was successfully fired, the testing ground was in a mess. The barrel was red and smoking, and the ground was littered with bullet casings and wet linen for cooling. Wang Tiejun's palms were burned with several blisters, but he wiped his face nonchalantly and grinned: "Thirty rounds, one misfire! Sir, this thing can be done!" Yao Kemin finally showed a smile. He turned around and pulled out a roll of drawings from the cowhide tube, and slowly unfolded it on the table covered with gunpowder residue. "Rear-loading rifled gun... Paper-packed ammunition..." Wang Tiejun's eyes widened, and his rough fingertips rubbed the fine lines on the drawing. The weapon on the drawing is completely different from the existing musket: Rear-loading design: The screw bolt on the tail of the gun is the same as the test gun, but the size is reduced to be held in one hand. Paper-packed bullets: The warhead, propellant, and mercury flash cap are all in one, wrapped in wax-impregnated linen paper, and the soldiers can load them after taking them out. Rifling: Drawing on Xiao Donglei's conical bullet theory, the twist distance is precisely calculated. "This..." Liu Rengui took a breath of cold air, "If it can be produced, the sold-out gun will be a fire stick!" NoonRipples of the Technological Revolution At the edge of the test site, Chen Yuankai squatted under the shade of a tree, staring blankly at his hands. The medicine I made... Was supposed to save people... Gou Sheng came over and handed over a bowl of herbal tea: "Master, Commander Yao said you have made great achievements!" The old doctor smiled bitterly and suddenly took out a small bottle from his arms - it contained a penicillin extract that had failed dozens of times and was as turbid as mud. "Gousheng, what do you think of this world..." He shook the bottle, "The medicine to save people is extremely difficult, but the medicine to kill people is wrong?" In the distance, Yao Kemin was solemnly handing the blueprint to Wang Tiejun. The sun shines through the treetops, casting mottled light and shadow between the two people, as if the balance of history is tilting at this moment.

170 全 Global Replication: from a Solitary Man to Become the Emperor of World War II Jue Huang Da GinsengUrban2.0M WordsCompleted 29.4kReads7.1Score4.2kShelves

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Have fun reading books. Lelehehe red heart dragon fruit

171 开 Starting with a Cat-Eared Girl, I Chose to Surrender to the Country A Fat PigUrban890k WordsCompleted 2.3kReads7.3Score177Shelves

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It's so beautiful, don't miss it if you pass by

172 为 Blessings for the Red Stars The Universe Is Constant 14.3Sci-Fi & Apocalypse416k WordsOngoing 47Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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Eat according to personal preference

174 氪 Krypton Gold Is Useless? I Risked My Life to Lead Them Through the Long March Lolo's LoloUrban1.6M WordsOngoing 206.9kReads9.4Score26.3kShelves

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The Red Army is not afraid of the difficulties of the expedition. Thousands of rivers and mountains are just waiting. The five mountains are meandering and the waves are flowing. The Wumeng is majestic and the mud balls are moving. The golden sands and water are beating against the clouds and the cliffs are warm.

179 诡 Weird World: When the Red Star Shines in the Horror World Taoism Becomes EmptyMystery136k WordsOngoing 2Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Highly recommend this book, keep it red

187 酒 Terrorist in the Winery Water Floating1.8M WordsCompleted 9.3kReads8.4Score774Shelves

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It's awesome to do red in Conan.