Realm of Power

The drawings of the textile machine were quietly placed on Fatty's table. Also placed in front of Fatty was a large wooden machine more than two meters long and wide. Under Xu Dongli's guidance, two great craftsmen, together with soldiers from the army, The carpenter quickly built the empire's first loom. This was definitely something that could be written into the history of the empire. The fat man did not dare to be careless. He carefully circled the so-called first loom a few times and looked at it. Out of curiosity, I plucked the various threads hanging above with my hands.

"It's really primitive! Are my expectations a little too high?" The fat man withdrew his hand with some uncertainty, turned to ask Li Yuehua, who was standing next to the textile machine with a face full of memories, and asked the Zhongbia who was lost in memories of his motherland. The beauty asked, "Have you sent someone to test it? Can such a thing really turn linen cotton into cloth?"

"It has been tested. Although the effect is good, from the perspective of a Central-Bian man like me, this thing is a defective product!" Li Yuehua didn't know why the fat man didn't take it seriously. He came back from his daze and hurriedly handed over He picked up a piece of finely woven square linen cotton cloth and said with a look of disdain.

"Defective product? It seems that you are very dissatisfied with this thing. You know, some subtle improvements may lead to changes in the whole world." The fat man chuckled, took the linen cotton cloth from Li Yuehua's hand, looked at it carefully, and suddenly I rubbed it vigorously, but it didn't come off. If it was normal numbness, it would have come off long ago. The possibility of being torn apart by myself is not small, but my brute force only made the cloth creak a few times.

"Not bad, good stuff!" The fat man was filled with admiration, and he took a deep breath and said, "The defective product you mentioned is quite strong. Except for the fact that it is made of low-grade linen and cotton cloth, which makes the gray cloth look a little obscure, the rest of the hand feels and is strong. The level is far superior to the linen and cotton fabrics currently on the market. If such things are just defective, then all the tailor shop owners selling linen fabrics on the street will be killed!"

"What's the use of being strong?" Li Yuehua curled the corner of her graceful mouth with disdain, and took out a piece of smooth and gorgeous fabric. "I say it is a defective product because this kind of textile loom is very common in Central and South Africa! This is what I have learned from It's cut from one of my own clothes. Look, it's much more expensive than this."

"This is silk!" The fat man took the piece of fabric. The soft and smooth feeling came from his fingers. It was definitely a high-end product. He smiled. "This thing is too expensive, and it is not as strong as linen. It is okay as a luxury product. As a daily necessities, it’s a joke. Except for nobles and big businessmen who are stupid and rich, most people don’t even have the chance to see it.”

Li Yuehua's face was stunned, and he explained his statement with high spirits. The fat man had long noticed that every time he mentioned his homeland, this woman's energy seemed a little too high. Her tall breasts trembled with her breathing, especially those two protrusions that were really eye-catching. Of course Li Yuehua didn't know that. The true thoughts of a pervert,

She was picking up the cotton thread spindles on the textile machine and said, "No matter whether it is expensive or not, in terms of weaving speed, the number of spindles on this kind of textile machine is generally only 2 to 3. Up to 5 is very impressive. This is It is only for general household use in the Zhongbia Empire."

"My piece of cloth comes from the southern part of Central Africa. It is a large spinning wheel with dozens of spindles. This kind of large spinning wheel is different from the spinning wheels used by ordinary people. Its characteristics are: the number of spindles is as many as dozens. . And the use of water power. Taking hemp spinning as an example, the average spinning wheel can spin more than 100 kilograms a day and night. If it is placed in an ordinary household, it will not be able to use enough materials to meet the production needs. "

"You mean China already has water-driven textile machines!" The fat man's face was horrified and he couldn't close his mouth. This news was really shocking. Dozens of spindles are started at the same time, which is definitely a sign of mass production. Compared with the situation where there are no textile machines in the Obaro region, Zhongbia's advantage in this regard is at least three hundred years ahead.

What a waste of natural resources. China and Bia, which has such productivity, are still suppressed by a country like Gaul. Fatty finds it incredible! But think about it, the Central Asians and the Gauls have been entangled for hundreds of years. If it hadn't been blocked by their old enemy the Gauls, the Central Asian cloth might have occupied Oparo long ago!

"Your Majesty may not know yet, Zhongbia means the country of textiles in Obaro language." Li Yuehua's pretty face shone and she giggled like a proud bird. Although she had decided to live in the Falcon Empire, in fact, She was still happy to see the surprised look of the man known as the Empire's God of War. This was a woman's nature. To be able to see a powerful emperor who was completely shocked by her own words, for any man For women, it is a great psychological satisfaction.

With a playful sniff, Li Yuehua continued.

"In fact, pedal looms appeared in China four hundred years ago. The weaver's hands only need to specialize in picking the shuttle and beating up the weft, which greatly improves productivity. Just like the cotton and linen pattern in your Majesty's hands Taking weaving as an example, four hundred years ago, a person could weave 0.3 to 1 meter per hour, and this textile machine was probably a little faster than that! "

"So, that guy is really fooling me!" The fat man's face, which had been excited just now, suddenly turned cold. He really looked like a bumpkin who had been fooled. He was holding a hydraulic textile machine even though he could get by. Ordinary household textile machine giggle

Breathing heavily from his nose, the fat man said angrily with a red face, "How about that envoy from China and Libya? How dare he show his embarrassment to such a defective product? I'll drag him out first and give him a 50-pound whip!"

Li Yuehua was frightened by the fat man's anger. A trace of panic flashed across his cheerful face, and he quickly knelt down on one knee in front of the fat man. "My subordinate just said what he said in excitement. Please don't take it seriously. In the drawings submitted, These two textile machines are already inside, because the process is too complicated and cannot be made in a short time, and it needs to identify a suitable water source as a power source and build it in a location with sufficient water flow! "

"Then drag him down and give him 20 lashes first! He must understand that we are not that easy to fool, and what he submitted is far from meeting our requirements!" The fat man waved his hands in a heavy tone, twisting Butt walks towards the desk with the drawings on it

"Unless he builds a water-powered textile workshop for us, he will be ready to take root in prison!"

Li Yuehua left with this order

After a while, Salon knocked on the door of the room and saw His Majesty Falcon holding a stack of drawings and giggling on his seat.

"Oh my God." Salon was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he shuddered and quickly wanted to turn around and run away. Everyone in the imperial world knows that it is better to see His Majesty Falcon angry than to see His Majesty Falcon looking at you with a smile on his face. That is definitely a sign of impending disaster for you. Unfortunately, he is already too late, the sharp-eyed fat man Already spotted this sneaky guy

"Salon, what's the matter?" The fat man's expression was unusually kind.

Salon's face was ugly, and the smile that squeezed out of his face floated over like a convulsion. He said cautiously, "Your Majesty, I have just received news that Hassan Rimbaud has been stationed in Danieli! Algernonkaja's 110,000 Gaulish army is also approaching Danieli. It seems that your Majesty's guess is correct. , Daniel is the strategic commanding heights, where troops can be stationed to attack and retreat. The Gauls are preparing for a decisive battle with our army at Daniel! "

The fat man's face tightened. He came to the map on the wall and quickly found Daniel's location. After looking at it for a while, he stretched out his finger and drew a circle around Daniel. He suddenly burst into laughter, "Interesting, don't you think this terrain looks familiar?"

"Your Majesty means... Algernonkaja wants to take revenge on Biye Valley?" Salon raised his head and looked at the terrain drawn by the fat man's fingers with bright eyes, as if he had thought of something. He took a deep breath of cold air and said repeatedly, "It's so similar, even though they have nothing in common geographically. But Daniel, where the Gallic army is stationed, is located in the hinterland of the plateau, with mountains on both sides. The terrain is indeed like a gourd. It's almost It’s a Biye Valley magnified a hundred times.”

"That's right," the fat man nodded and said, "The Plateau of Daniel is the commanding heights in the hinterland of Gaul, and the terrain of the entire Daniel is like a gourd with a pouring mouth. This means that once our army attacks Daniel, The Gallic army may take advantage of the terrain to hold on The strategy is to drag us into winter. When the time comes to cut off our army's logistics, our army will be in a dilemma and fight to the death! It's a good idea, but it's a pity that it's the wrong person! Normally it doesn't matter, but in such a decisive battle, Many people will die.”

The fat man turned around with a sly smile on his lips and said in a cold voice, "We have been at war with the Gauls for 2 years. We are very familiar with each other's weapons and tactics. The reason why the other party hurriedly waited in Daniel We, because Algernon Katja knew that I would not let the army venture deep without ensuring the logistical safety of the army. He also transferred Hassen Rimbaud, the guy who is best at defense, to Daniel. have already stated that they want Sticking to Dan'er's strategy, he openly wanted to show off in front of us. As long as we hesitated and were dragged into winter by him, their strategy would be completed. Unfortunately, this time he misjudged his opponent. Some people were We can continue fighting without a logistical line! As long as we sweep the area near Dani, Algernonkaja will make the decision he regrets most by hoarding his 100,000-strong army on a lonely plateau to intimidate us! "

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In Gaul, the investigation of the assassination on the night of the performance is also being intensively arranged. The spies are at the place where the incident occurred to inquire about the situation that night.

Because the entire street was completely controlled by the army that night, the nearby residents were all gathered together, and they had no idea what was going on. Only some intermittent rumors spread that a cook was drunk that night and did not pay attention. I fell asleep in the woodshed,

"A lot of people died that night, and the bodies were piled up all over the street. The brutal sound of the killings made it impossible to sleep, like evil spirits roaring in hell. The wind blew through here at night, and you could still smell the nausea. The bloody smell, the last one aroused the interest of the spy. The last person to appear that night was the army. Countless troops carried out a brutal massacre. Early the next morning, hundreds of bloody heads were hung in the city of the southwest capital. On the door, everyone in the city can testify to this.”

"Are you sure you saw a black-haired man injured that night?" The spy couldn't help but ask faster.

"Of course, even if he was shot in the stomach with an arrow, he would not die! Among so many people, he is the only one with black hair. I can see clearly. He also has several guards with him. He is definitely a big shot!" said the fat man who was asked The cook seemed very impatient. She pinched the goose's neck with one hand and put the knife on the chopping board with the other hand. There was blood on the edge of the knife, and the goose flopped and collapsed. Blood splattered all over her body, and she felt that she had described it very clearly. Why did this guy still like to ask this question? Didn't this guy know how painful and terrifying it was to recall the scene that night? For Chengcheng's gold coins, I would have used a stick to drive this protruding guy away from the chicken coop. His whole body smelled like chicken shit, but he still claimed to be some kind of Viscount Bacchussar!

Baksa felt satisfied with the answer, so in order to cut off the possibility of being discovered, he ended the life of the fat cook with a dagger. After setting a fire in the kitchen, he hurriedly left. The streets of the southwest capital were crowded with people. The road surface illuminated by the hot sunlight was like a layer of white mist. Bacchus straightened his collar. , standing at the corner of the street, looking at a jewelry store across the street. It seemed that he was attracted by the dazzling jewelry, but in fact he was waiting for news from another line.

A black carriage came from the opposite side and was at the corner. A small paper ball was thrown out of the window. Almost no one noticed this small action. It is common to throw rubbish from the carriage casually, but this time it was different. Bacchus carefully looked around, then stepped on the paper ball with his foot, then pretended to tie his shoelaces and put the paper ball into his hand. He casually walked into a secluded street, spread out the paper ball in his hand anxiously, glanced over it, and finally showed a smile.

After the performance ended that night, neither the Falcon of Vecia nor the Southwest Governor of the Falcon Empire, Salon, returned to the Southwest Governor's Mansion until dawn. Only Governor Salon returned with a look of embarrassment, and now there was a big shot with black hair who returned that night. It's enough to be injured! There were very few people with black hair. Although there were Central Asians in the Southwest District, Bacchus would not think that Central Asians were involved that night. Moreover, the Central Asians were just businessmen, and there were no Central Asians at all. A big shot who can bring a bodyguard,

You must know that since the Falcon Army gathered in large numbers in the Southwest District, in order to avoid the army's harassment of urban areas, the Falcons of Vecia have formulated strict regulations for the Southwest District. Under normal circumstances, even the generals of the army are not allowed to carry escorts at will. Going in and out of the city, excluding all possibilities, Buxsa was already certain in his heart that that night, Although he didn’t know who the attacker was, there was no doubt that the demon Vekia Falcon was injured. He raised his head and glanced at the scorching sky, but Buxsa felt a rare sense of relief and hummed a tune. , walked out of the secluded alley happily, this news must be sent back as quickly as possible, Lord Hassan Rimbaud is still waiting,

Vecchia Falcon is injured, Vecchia Falcon is seriously injured and dying, Vecchia Falcon is dead! All kinds of news spread like a storm among the officers of Hasen Rimbaud's Sixth Army.

Hassan Rimbaud stood in front of the window, a crystal cup inlaid with dazzling silver turning in his hand. The blood-like wine slowly rotated on the wall of the glass, forming beautiful dark red ripples that rippled around. The room was a little dark. His tall and tall figure was like a sculpture standing in front of the window of the room, behind him Standing in front of the beautiful adjutant An Dalin, the news of the injury to the Falcon was deliberately spread by him under his instruction.

"Sir, such confidential information was spread out without the approval of the Commander-in-Chief, right..." Andalin looked a little worried. After all, it was Algernonkaja who requested the investigation first, but the results have not yet been reported. , but Hassan Rimbaud made this information public,

"No matter how confidential the information is, it must serve reality!" Hassan Rambo smiled bitterly, waved his hand, and looked sharply at a group of patrols passing by with sharp eyes outside the window. "The Sixth Army is no longer what it used to be. The personnel are Not to mention the 50% loss, it was the military and comfort expenses that should have been released long ago. I have been in arrears for more than a month. Every time I see the bodies of those soldiers who died in battle, I feel very ashamed. I really don’t know what to say. They died fighting for the country, but the country can’t give anything to compensate them. They and even their relatives will not get any comfort."

"If this continues, I really don't know how long the Sixth Army can hold on. We need a reason to boost the morale that has been low for a long time and restore the confidence of the soldiers.

Algernon Katja's 110,000-strong Northern Army is about to reach Daniel. Do you know what the northern generals are doing about the upcoming battle with the Vecian Falcons, who have changed their minds after hearing about it? They are deliberately delaying their march. speed,

Obviously, the purpose of placing the Sixth Army in Daniel is to use it as a bait to lure the Falcon Army to attack. They want to use us to weaken the Falcon Army's combat power, and then take advantage.

Hassan Rambo paused and said with a solemn expression, "Don't you see? We are very dangerous. We are not the Northern Army or the Guards. For them, our situation is no different from that of a drowned dog, so we need to Make this news public!

I believe that the generals from the north are already speeding up here at this moment, because if they still move a little bit within 80 miles, their names will not be included in the merit report we submit to His Majesty the Emperor! "(To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!