Chapter 739 Xianfeng, you are about to have a disaster!

Hong Renyu stood on the stone steps at the entrance of the dock. The sea breeze pushed rust, tar, coal soot and other various exhaust gases into his nose, choking him for a long time. The two little Japanese following behind his butt, Yamamoto Honbukie and Nagamo Shiro Yuemon, quickly put away the sketchbook in their hands and came up with concern. Hong Renyu waved his hand: "Continue, you continue to draw. It's a rare opportunity, this is the opportunity for our North Korea to learn from the United States!"

"Hayi!"

After hearing the orders of the Emperor Gan of Taiping Kingdom, the two Japanese immediately took out their pencils and sketchbooks to continue drawing the picture - they were drawing the layout and docks of the Navy Shipyard in Brooklyn, New York, and the appearance of the ship platform, as well as the appearance of a newly installed Guli weird "door crane".

"Your Highness Gan Wang, let's go here." Zhang Bao, who spoke in a Hunan accent, is now wearing a federal navy uniform. He raised his hand, "The third ship platform has just been laid with steel keels, and foreigners call this the 'spine of the iron armored ship'."

Looking in the direction of Zhang Bao's finger, he saw twelve boat platforms lined up along the East River, and the sound of the steam hammers hitting people's eardrums trembled. Men in rough work clothes shuttled between the steel frames like ants, Cantonese, Irish earth-crystals and Italian slang. On the No. 6 boat platform specializing in building a small inland ironclad ship, four Chinese apprentices were measuring the thickness of the steel plate with bamboo rulers. The leading engineer Chen Afa cursed in Ningbo: "Little Red Man! The tolerance should be controlled within half a minute. Wouldn't it be a tailor shop to make a long gown?"

Hong Renyi raised his telescope and took a closer look. An inland steam iron armored ship has almost been completed, the base of the rotating turret on the bow has been welded to death, and eight foreign craftsmen wearing leather aprons are debugging the gearbox.

Yamamoto Yoshibe put down his telescope and turned his head to mutter to Natsuyun: "That ship seems to be installing a rotating turret!"

"It's just a rotating turret. The Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau shipyard has not done it." Zhang Bao kicked away the iron filings at his feet, "This time, I finally learned it!"

In fact, Rinko has already made the drawings of the rotating turret, but the problem is that the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau now does not have the kind of capable person who "get pregnant by just one glance". The industrialization of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom has been less than 10 years!

After getting the drawings, he still couldn't handle it in the end! Fortunately, Zhang Bao got the opportunity to participate in the construction of the northern inland gunboat by providing the "patch ship" to the north of the United States - that is, the modified inland ironclad ship. So Zhang Bao transferred a group of engineers and technicians from the naval factory of the California militia to learn from the foreigners at the Brooklyn Naval Shipyard.

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers at Chen Afa again. The engineer trotted over and took out the roll of oil paper from his arms to unfold it - it was a transformation drawing of the 70mm breech gun.

"The barrel has three reinforcement hoops added, so it is not easy to explode." Chen Afa's fingers slashed on the rifling chart. "In addition, this new locking mechanism also requires Swedish special steel. The ordinary steel in our Xuzhou is very brittle."

Nagamo's pencil rustled on the paper, marking the "Swedish Special Steel" in a red circle. Yamamoto suddenly interrupted: "What is the special method of this special steel? How to make it?"

Zhang Bao shrugged: "How can I know this? I will leave it to the people of Xuzhou Metallurgical Academy to think about it!"

The level of Xuzhou Metallurgy School is not low, and the principal is Beisemai! But there are too many "secret recipes" in this metallurgy, and even a master like Beisemai doesn't understand it - his ability lies in designing furnaces that can produce steel at low cost. For railway tracks, rebar is enough, and armored steel plates are also worth it, but special steel such as gun barrel steel is not his best.

At this time, Hong Renyu discovered more than a dozen newly built ship platforms and docks, and turned his head to ask Zhang Bao: "Bao, what are you building there?"

"Boat, dock," Zhang Baodao, "Brooklyn Naval Shipyard originally had twelve boats and docks. Recently, the Navy orders increased significantly, so I decided to expand production and invest in the construction of twelve boats and docks. Boston is also expanding production. If nothing unexpected happens, when this batch of boats and docks are completed, the United States will have the world's number one shipbuilding capacity!"

Hong Renyu took a breath - the world's second largest industrial strength is really terrible! The ships can be built casually and the production capacity is ready. The ironclad ship is like dumplings. He helped Yang Xiuqing manage the industry when he was in the North Korean Heaven. He knew how difficult it was to build a shipbuilding capacity!

This is not a matter of repairing a few boat platforms - of course, it is not easy to repair - there must be machines, supporting facilities, raw materials, engineers and technical workers. In short, it is like a chain, one by one, one by one, and any problem with each link will cause a shipbuilding project to be destroyed.

Only the United States, which is the second largest industrial power in the world and the world's first infrastructure (or the first leading cliff) can achieve "shipyard freedom".

A long whistle sounded from a distance. A tugboat towed a coal boat was turning into the dock. The white foreman on the deck roared with a whip: "Business starts, work starts. Coal in Pennsylvania is here!"

The carriage on the return trip ran over the broken bricks on Broadway Street, and the sweet smell of baked cakes floated outside the curtain. Zhang Bao suddenly lifted the curtain and called to stop, throwing two copper plates to a newspaper boy who was staring blankly on the street: "I want the latest issue of the New York Herald."

The newspaper had blurry photos printed on the front page: On the Colorado grassland, Indian cavalry wrapped in Mongolian leather robes held a star-striped flag, and a head wearing a federal military cap was tied to the flagpole. The accompanying illustration reads: "General Nicholas Zhao Si commanded the black people, and the Indian army massacred the city in Denver!"

"Fake news." Hong Renyu shook his head, "How could Bishop Zhao do such a stupid thing? But." He lowered his voice, "The bragging methods in the north are getting more and more clever. When they finish the fight by themselves, I'm afraid."

His words were filled with melancholy.

Zhang Bao snorted: "There must be a battle, we have to be prepared!"

The carriage was parked in front of the Zhenyoupai Cathedral. The wheat ears cross flag fluttered on the top of the Chinese hip mountain, and the colored window glass spelled out the doctrine of "Heavenly Father Killing the Demons".

A small Japanese priest in black robe was preaching to New York citizens passing by Chinatown, and his inexperienced English was mixed with Japanese accent: "The North Korean ironclad ship is Noah's Ark, and he wants to carry the truth to reveal the evil waves of the end of the world."

Huang Shiren, who came from the West Coast to host the real-time banking business, was discussing the "dollar" and "US debt" with a Jew from Wall Street in the reception room of the church. When he saw Hong Renyan come in, he said to him: "His Royal Highness, Mr. Meir of Wall Street said that President Lincoln has decided to issue 150 million US dollars of unsecured unconverted US dollar notes."

Before he finished speaking, the intern in the Presidential Palace in a gray suit knocked open the door. The boy's shoulder was covered with snow, and the briefcase's filament prints were not dry yet: "Prince Hong, Colonel Zhang, the President was summoned! Something happened in the western battlefield!"

Lincoln's cheekbones were more prominent than half a year ago, like a hungry and thin old horse. A map of the west was hanging behind him, and the Colorado territory was circled in red ink.

"Zhao Si's black army united Indians occupied Denver half a month ago." The president's pipe poked a few scorch marks on the map, "and what's more interesting is this." He drew the secret letter from the oak drawer. "Missouri Governor Clayburn Jackson and Kansas Governor Charles Robinson, the enemy shook hands in Springfield, the capital of Illinois."

Hong Renyi and Zhang Bao were both stunned.

Illinois is the territory in the north, while Missouri is the territory in the south, and Kansas is now "neutral" and has not decided who to do it with.

Now the abolitionist governor of Kansas and the slave governor of Missouri shook hands in the capital of Illinois, the Northern Federation. This matter seems a bit big!

Could it be that Kansas and Missouri are going to fall to the north?

These are two states!

The battle between Harrisburg and Yorktown in the east has not yet begun, and both sides are deploying troops. It is a critical stage of the battle being brewed. Such a big thing happened in the calm western battlefield. The situation is not good for the south!

"King, your plan has worked! They formed a Midwest White Supremacy Alliance together." Lincoln read this word like a bitter medicine, "and he is willing to turn to the Federation on the condition that the Federation will send a large corps to join forces with them to wipe out Zhao Si's 'Yellow and Black Red Disaster Army'."

"In addition, the three states on the West Coast have to make a statement!" Lincoln's pipe crossed the Rocky Mountains. "I hope that the three states on the West Coast under the influence of the True Mission can send troops to attack Zhao Si unanimously with the federal government. In exchange, the federal government can recognize that the three states on the West Coast have elected Chinese governors, Chinese federal senators and federal representatives."

His gray eyes turned to Hong In-ye again, "As for the Kingdom of North Korea - when the war is over, the United States can give North Korea 10 ironclad ships!"

Three days later, the cargo ship heading to California pulled the whistle. Hong Ren-ye stood on the deck, watching the outline of Manhattan sink into the night. Chen Afa was counting the smuggled drawings in the bottom cabin, and the samples of the locking mechanism of the 70mm gun were wrapped in three layers of oil cloth.

Zhang Bao leaned against the railing with a wine pot: "King Gan, do you think that Zhao Si knows that he is about to be in trouble?"

Hong Renyi nodded and said, "You should know, right? Even if he doesn't know, your teacher must have calculated it." As he said, he patted the railing again, "Abao, who do you think will win this battle between the north and the south of the United States in the United States in the end? How long will it take?"

Zhang Bao shook his head: "In terms of national strength, the north has a huge advantage, and the north's national strength has begun to show its power. However, the south is not without opportunities. If Zhao Si's 'yellow, red and black' legion can win on both sides of the Mississippi River and burn the war to the Great Lakes, perhaps the industrial production in the north will be greatly reduced and the chances of winning will come!"
Chapter completed!