"Yes, this is the advantage of muskets. Compared to archers, musketeers can train quickly and shoot more accurately, which is equivalent to adding many sharpshooters.

As for reloading, there are some that can shoot continuously, which you can see in the later training."

Chongzhen nodded and said, Zhao Huan was a little moved and his throat was rumbling. He wanted to buy these weapons, but he didn't know whether the Ming Dynasty would sell this kind of ordnance to them.

"No need to ask, we can buy all of these. How much do you want, Zhao Hubu will pay for it."

"Father, have you already negotiated everything?"

Zhao Huan asked with some regret in his heart. He couldn't explain what it felt like, but the throne seemed so cheap at this moment. He suddenly felt that his father was his father after all, and abdicating the throne was also his father.

After the musketeers, the howitzers followed. The power of the muskets was even more obvious than the muskets just now. The violent explosions filled the sky with fire and dust, and Zhao Huan drooled.

The bazooka soldier can quickly aim and shoot alone, causing a howitzer-like attack. The machine gunner can sweep up the hoisted horses and disappear. Finally, there are even sniper soldiers who perform thousand-step shooting.

Immediately behind, there were neatly arranged groups of trucks pulling howitzers, machine guns mounted on motorcycles, off-road vehicles, infantry armored vehicles, and engineer engineering vehicles.

This made the two bumpkins from the Song Dynasty feel for the first time what majestic transportation power is, what a mechanized army is, and it was an unrivaled momentum.

"Emperor Ming, your Ming Dynasty is so extravagant? There are so many iron chariots, and those iron chariots of some engineer team that can topple the city wall at a glance, are they really manpower capable of checking and balancing them?"

"Harmful, if we say luxury, it doesn't really count, because for Ming Dynasty, trucks are actually very cheap, and their carrying capacity is better than horse-drawn carriages."

"Is it cheap? How much is a truck worth?"

"It's probably worth four thousand."

Zhao Huan nodded and calculated silently in his mind. Judging from the current price of a war horse in the Song Dynasty, which is fifty taels, and the price of a rare BMW, which is at least two hundred taels, although it is not cheap, it is still acceptable.

After all, according to legend, trucks can really carry people thousands of miles a day, and they can also carry people in batches. Only ten trucks are needed to carry 200 people, plus cargo or weapons, thousands of miles away.

To achieve the same transport capacity and similar speed, it would take 400 fast horses to be exchanged, and it would take more than a day and a half to achieve it. The difference in between is completely proportional to the price.

After all the demonstrations were over, in a burst of smoke that cleared the school grounds, nearly a thousand trucks entered the site at the same time. This overwhelming number made Zhao Huan and Zhao Ji unable to help but tremble.

Not only was this truck worth tens of millions of taels of silver, but it was also the transportation power of the three military towns of the Ming Dynasty. This momentum also impressed him and made it difficult to resist.

After all the soldiers boarded, the trucks left the site neatly and the school grounds were cleared. Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan were in a state of calm when they vaguely heard a rumbling sound.

"What is that thing? It can actually fly in the air! Can people in the Ming Dynasty fly?"

Zhao Huan's eyesight was pretty good. He immediately saw several Jiaojiao 6s from the Air Force that were gradually flying in. He asked in surprise. He didn't ask if he was a god. He had been working here for a long time in the Ming Dynasty and his nerves had become thick.

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"Planes fly by airflow, and the principle is very complicated.

Speaking of which, brother, do you have any ideas about flying to the sky? I can teach you personally.

Also, your knowledge is too poor. I often listen to the shop owner’s lectures, and I will go to the Ming Dynasty and study for hundreds of years in the future. Do you want to take classes with me?"

"Lessons with Brother Zhu?"

When Zhao Huan listened to Chongzhen's words, he was very excited at first, but suddenly the last sentence attracted all his attention. He could feel that the gap between Chongzhen and him was indeed quite big.
Chapter completed!