The Ming Dynasty has just been exiled and the Luzon system has awakened.

"The complete incandescent light bulb production line is priced at 20 taels of silver!"

I have to say that this is another good thing. Although this incandescent light bulb cannot bring him a lot of revenue, it can solve the current dilemma of only having electric lights on the streets of Dingtian Mansion.

Um, not right.

With more light bulbs, he can build more double-shift factories, creating more wealth while also making the lives of the indigenous people more fulfilling.

Apart from these three goodies, there’s not much else to talk about.

They are all daily necessities, so don’t mention them.

After purchasing these items, Zhu Heyi immediately ordered the construction of the Daming Mint to prepare for the issuance of new coins.

Then he went to the machinery factory and handed over the five steam locomotives to them.

The purpose is naturally to make them replicate it as much as possible.

At the same time, railway construction was immediately put on the agenda. For this reason, Zhu Heyi spent 10 taels of silver from the military camp to recruit a railway engineer named Zhan Tianci, but he did not know what relationship this man had with Zhan Tianyou.

In addition, according to the system's practice of only providing production lines and not raw materials, in order to successfully produce incandescent lamps, it must have tungsten, the filament material.

However, this is not a big problem.

Earlier, Zhu Heyi had set up several exploration teams in order to find out the distribution of mines in the Luzon area.

Today, more than a dozen minerals have been discovered, including tungsten ore.

Next, we only need to pull out some of the indigenous people to blow up the mountains and mine.

Speaking of which, these natives are really the backbone of our Ming Dynasty. They are indispensable for everything from building bridges and roads to building houses and factories.

Without the existence of these people, Ming's development would definitely be much slower.

Well, in that case, let's wait until a hundred years later to erect a monument to commemorate them.

As for now?

The development of my Ming Dynasty also requires them to continue to burn themselves and continue to shine!

……

The outer walls of Fuzhou City only lasted for less than an hour under the continuous coverage of Ming army artillery fire before they collapsed.

It is still the first problem to arise at the south gate.

Since the defenders here had witnessed with their own eyes the destruction of the Qing cavalry, even though Hu Qiyuan and Zhang Zhongju were here, they could not lift up the morale that had fallen to the bottom.

As more and more solid iron balls hit the city gate, even the gate wrapped with copper nails could no longer withstand it.

Another round of cannonballs hit, and the already dilapidated city gate fell under the huge impact. The copper skin fell off, the copper nails flew everywhere, and finally fell down with a harsh sound of tearing wood.

The city gate collapsed, and Hu Qiyuan still wanted to repair it.

But after several teams were dispatched and were beaten into colanders by the Ming army's firepower, no one dared to step forward anymore.

At this time, under the cover of artillery fire, the Ming army also launched a charge.

The loud shouts of killing, combined with the deafening sound of gunfire, made the frightened Qing officers and soldiers collapse. They turned and ran away without paying any attention to the scoldings of the officers beside them.

The defenders fled. The angry Hu Qiyuan slashed and killed several deserters with his sword, but to no avail. Even Zhang Zhongju had already escaped.

"Trash! It's all trash!"

Hu Qiyuan looked at the troops who collapsed and fled with a livid face and cursed loudly.

"General, we can't stop it anymore, let's retreat quickly! The Ming army has entered the city!"

The followers around Hu Qiyuan looked at the Ming army pouring into the city from the direction of the city gate and said in horror.

However, his reminder was still too late.

The vanguard of the Ming army who rushed into the city first saw Hu Qiyuan surrounded by a group of soldiers.

There was no way around it. All the Qing soldiers on the battlefield were running backwards for their lives. It was just this group of people standing there motionless, and it was hard not to attract attention.

Moreover, among the green soldiers of the Qing army with sallow faces and thin muscles, Hu Qiyuan's fat figure was really eye-catching.

"Squad leader! There's a big fish ahead!" a soldier of the Ming Army shouted immediately.

"I see!"

"Hello brothers! Don't let any of me go!"

Compared with the uniforms of the surrounding green camp soldiers, these people were dressed in the style of banner men. The squad leader of the Ming Army, who knew he had caught a big fish, naturally had no reason to let it go.

Several Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers immediately raised their Type 90 rifles and pointed them in Hu Qiyuan's direction.

"Bang bang bang..."

Gunshots rang out continuously, bullet cases flew, and the Eight Banners soldiers in the distance were hit by high-speed rotating bullets, causing blood to splash everywhere.

Wu Qiyuan looked at the Ming soldiers who fired at them in disbelief.

That gun shoots so fast!

In shock, he saw the soldiers around him being beaten to death one after another, and then he thought of running away.

However, as soon as he turned around, he felt a huge force hitting his back, followed by a cold feeling in his chest.

He glanced blankly at the fist-sized bloody hole in his chest, then fell to the ground, his thoughts forever silent in the infinite darkness.

Compared with several other Eight Banners generals who died without intact bodies, Hu Qiyuan was lucky.

The full-power 90mm bullet used by the Type 7.92 rifle killed him instantly due to the cavity effect formed when it hit the main torso of the human body.

Although there was a big hole in his chest, at least his death was not that ugly.

But in some respects, he was the most useless one to die.

After all, other Eight Banners generals died on the way forward, but he, the dignified Fuzhou general, died on the way to escape.

In view of the fact that the Tatars have always had a tradition of "robbing and stealing" in the relationship between men and women.

Hu Qiyuan's life can be described as "an accident in life and a torture in death".

As the saying goes, a defeat is like a mountain falling, and this is exactly what happened in Fuzhou City at this time.

Because the defeat of the Qing army at the south gate directly triggered a chain reaction, the entire Fuzhou City defense force collapsed in just half an hour.

Countless Qing soldiers dropped their weapons and fled toward the inner city.

However, the city wall in the inner city, built in the fourth year of Hongwu, was not only in disrepair, but had even collapsed in many places, and there was not a single cannon on the wall.

Trying to block the Ming army's attack in this way is no different from fantasy.

"Mr. Governor! Oh no! General Hu was killed by the Ming army!"

Zhang Zhongju, who had just escaped back to the inner city, had not even had time to take a breath when a Qing army green camp general ran up to him and said.

"What! Dead!"

Zhang Zhongju's eyes widened.

From the beginning, he completely handed over the defense of Fuzhou City to Hu Qiyuan, but before the battle was over, Hu Qiyuan was killed by the Ming army first!

So how to fight the next battle?

As the governor of Fujian and Zhejiang, although he is in charge of the military and political affairs of the two provinces, he is still a scholar. He really doesn't know how to fight!

"Sir, what should we do? The Ming army is too powerful. My brothers suffered heavy casualties. We really can't defeat them!"