Nanming Engineer

Chapter 106 Nitroglycerin
After the firewood was laid, Wang Huan smashed the basket of pyrite ore brought back from the outside with a hammer, carefully spread it on the firewood, and then laid another layer of dry firewood on top of it. It's a layer of ore, and it's repeated until the basket of ore is all laid in, and it's not enough.

The firewood and ore piled up were as tall as two people. Wang Huan lit the firewood pile below to set the whole ore pile ablaze. Finally, he covered the outer layer with soil and forage to seal the flaming firewood pile. Only a few ventilation holes were left at the top, clapped hands, and ordered: "No one is allowed to approach, show me, and the fire cannot be extinguished."

Leaving a few people to watch, Wang Huan came to the other side of the square. Several guards had already slaughtered a fat pig. They used knives to separate the fat and lean meat in the pork with a smile. There will be meat for dinner tonight. Yes, I am happy to think about it.

Wang Huan, however, dismissed the pork. He took the tens of catties of fatty fat and put it into a three-foot square stone pond. The pond was filled with lime. Once the fat was put in, "Zhi Zhi" ’ started to smoke.

Wang Huan covered the pool with a large wooden cover, and also told the guards not to let others approach, but the content of the instructions changed: "You must not steal the fat inside! You will die if you eat it!"

The guard drooled and agreed, but he couldn't figure it out in his heart. Why did the adults marinate such good pork with lime? Who would dare to eat it like that?

Wang Huan felt relieved after finishing these tasks. He looked at two places, one was burning yellow smoke from ore burning, and the other was emitting white smoke from fat decomposition.

"Next, we should wait. Come and pick it up after twelve days." Wang Huan took the sweat towel handed over by Xu Tiezhu, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It is not comfortable to guard the high-temperature stove on a hot day.

Xu Tiezhu stared blankly at what Wang Huan was doing, feeling at a loss, so he didn't know how to ask. In his opinion, what Wang Huan did was a bit like a craftsman refining something, and a bit like witchcraft. But what it was, he didn't dare to ask.

"I hope it can be built before Zeng Ying's soldiers and horses come. Otherwise, the official road will be blocked, and it will be very troublesome for us to march into Chongqing in the future." Wang Huan frowned and looked at the yellow and white smoke, stood for a while, The pungent smell in the smoke made him run away.

In the following days, Wang Huan supervised the construction site of Wanshou City every day. The long city wall was built farther and farther away, surrounding the Wanshou City with a radius of five miles, and gradually formed a square circle, tall and The wall is made of rammed loess, thick and tight, giving people an indestructible feeling. There are crenellations on the top of the wall, and the fortifications are comprehensive. Every few tens of feet in the city wall, there is a protruding section of wall that stretches out for more than ten feet. Viewed from the air, it looks like a huge animal with countless legs. This is called a horse's face. The front is narrow and its purpose is to kill enemies attacking the city from the side. It is very sharp.

And every afternoon, Wang Huan went to train the Centuries on the school field that had been crushed and leveled. During his absence, the Centuries were in charge of Ma Xintian's deputy Qianhu Ma Long. Ma Long was printed out in the same mold as Ma Xintian. The old soldier, with a moody and indifferent personality, is mature and stable, but he is a bit older, about thirty years old, but he is more rigid than Ma Xintian. He meticulously follows Wang Huan's military training method and beats the recruits of the centurion. .

Standing in a military posture, walking in unison, standing at attention, taking a rest, holding a gun, and raising a gun. These boring actions almost made the young men in the Centurion cry. If it weren't for Wang Huan's strict military discipline, the whole family of those who dared to be deserters would be kicked out Longevity Valley, I am afraid that more than half of the people staying here will be less.

Wang Huan joined in. He also stood in a military posture and practiced his physique every day. He took the lead in running five kilometers cross-country around the edge of Longevity Valley every day. , A knife can't cut it off.

The novelty push-ups also made the recruits grin their teeth. A group of [-] had to be done before breakfast, lunch and dinner. If they could not finish, the meals would be halved. In order to have a full meal, the recruits gritted their teeth and stood up. , especially when seeing Wang Huan, the immediate superior, also insisting on lying on the ground in pain, no one dared to complain.

Who dares to disobey such a leader who drills and trains with the soldiers.

However, over the course of a month, the spirit of the Centuries has undergone a huge change. The line that was originally standing crookedly became a straight line, and the sloppy ordinary people became soldiers with their heads held high, and their slack eyes also changed. With sharp eyes, the bony body gradually stood upright, and the solid dark muscles covered the linen jackets. More than 100 people changed from ordinary refugees to budding soldiers like a reborn.

Ma Long's mentality also changed from the idea of ​​following Wang Huan's life to admiration from the bottom of his heart. He weighed himself, if he were to train these soldiers by himself, he would never be able to do what he is doing now in a month. The obvious effect, compared with the two, the misunderstanding that Wang Huan didn't know how to fight and how to practice changed immediately, and he started to learn from Wang Huan wholeheartedly.

Wang Huan himself has also changed. He is full of food every day and has balanced nutrition. The thin and thin monk in Yangzhou City has grown a lot in size. His body is well-proportioned and his muscles are well-proportioned. He is full of masculinity. His hair has grown enough to Wearing a scarf in a bun, with a handsome face, a manly armor, a manly man in a Confucian shirt, a murderous sword in his hand, and an elegant style of writing with a folding fan in his hand, everyone in Longevity City is proud of him.

No. On the morning of the 12th day, the weather was fine, Wang Huan wore a black mask to cover his mouth and nose, and stood on the square inside the government office, surrounded by Ma Wannian, Xu Tiezhu, Zu Bian and others , were all called by him to watch.

Among them was Ma Xintian. Because of the news sent back by Chen Xiang, there was no movement in the direction of Chongqing. Wang Huan felt that it was meaningless for Ma Xintian to waste in the Black Valley, so he simply replaced him with Ma Long.

Ma Wannian and the others were inexplicable. They looked at the two smoking places, and at the huge clay furnace in the middle of the square. They exchanged glances, not knowing why.

Full of confidence, Wang Huan asked someone to poke open the burning pyre with an iron drill. The outer soil and fodder collapsed, and a huge yellow smoke rose, which was pungent and unpleasant. When the yellow smoke cleared, you could see the fire inside. The firewood ore has been completely burned, leaving only a pile of ashes smoking slowly.

Wang Huan ordered people to sweep the ashes carefully and put them into a large copper basin. The basin was filled with clean water. They stirred it with a long stick until it turned into a black paste. Then they filtered it through a fine sieve and filtered it from the basin. Pour out some transparent viscous liquid, put the liquid in another basin, cover it, and set fire under the basin for barbecue.

After burning for more than an hour, Wang Huan lifted the lid, and saw that the liquid in the basin had turned into tiny crystals, yellow and white, like salt grains.

Wang Huan moved another huge earthen jar, poured the crystals obtained after a long time of effort into the earthen jar, and put the earthen jar on the fire for roasting.

Ma Wannian and the others stood aside, covering their mouths and noses with a black cloth, watching Wang Huan goofing around like a fool, unable to help at all, and staring on the sidelines.

As the flames roared, a large amount of steam emerged from the earthen jar. Wang Huan quickly closed the earthen jar with a wooden lid and waited nervously. After about two hours, he opened the lid and found that the earthen jar had already been filled with water. Without crystallization, it turned into half a tank of liquid.

Wang Huan put on a pair of thick gloves, tilted the crock carefully, and slowly poured the sizzling liquid into a clay pot filled with saltpeter, and suddenly an unpleasant smell rose. It was several times worse than the smell just now.

The pottery basin was like a river and sea, the liquid was extremely corrosive, and the hard fire salt ore was slowly corroded, crackling and exploding, and gradually turned into a puddle of transparent water.

Wang Huan covered the pot with a clay lid, turned around and came to the edge of the lime pond.

Ma Wannian and the others followed Wang Huan step by step, and saw Wang Huan open the lid of the lime pond, and everyone stretched their heads to see, the big chunks of fat had long since disappeared, and turned into a pool of clear white water.

Everyone is heartbroken, what a good meat, it has been ruined like this!

Wang Huan didn't take it seriously, and ordered someone to hold a long spoon, reach into the pool, scoop out all the water in the pool, put it into a large wooden bucket, and scoop up a bucket full.

Wang Huan took a bowl, scooped it out of the bucket, and walked to the side of the clay pot that had stopped blasting, and lifted the lid with a wooden stick at a distance.

A sticky and rotten sour gas rose into the air, and rushed straight to the sky. Wang Huan waited for the sour gas to exhaust before slowly approaching. .

He drove the people around him away, squatted on the ground alone, concentrated, slowly added the acid in the spoon into the bowl, and the acid slowly flowed into the clear liquid in the bowl, neutralizing them together, It became a yellowish oily liquid.

Wang Huan let out a long breath, held the earthen bowl in both hands, and said softly to the onlookers like offering a treasure: "Everyone, this is our trump card, nitroglycerin."

(End of this chapter)