Aztec Eternals Chapter 142

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Shulot looked at the sky, the eagle soared, and there were many prospects for the lofty future. Turning the vision into reality requires effective planning and a down-to-earth move forward.

Thinking of this, he waved to Esco and asked again about the production of soil nitrate on Tianhuo Island, which was actually the production capacity of gunpowder.

There are continuous volcanic mountains in the east and west of the Union, which contain many natural sulfur mines. The most active volcano is Popocatepetl, located in the Eastern Mountains, where it borders the Tlaxcalans and is rich in sulfur and obsidian. Relying on the collection of mountain people, the alliance is not short of sulfur.

Not long ago, Shilot personally designed the charcoal earth kiln. According to the report of the chief charcoal worker, Koscachi, after the construction of the first batch of earthen kilns, the latest charcoal production rate has reached 35%, and will soon reach 40%.

Therefore, for the Mexica Union, the only constraint on mass production of gunpowder was soil nitrate.

Sherlot looked at Esco, who was becoming more and more respectful, and asked in a deep voice.

"Esco, how is the hoarding of nitrate going now?"

Esco replied with a smile, confident at this point.

"His Royal Highness, now I have mobilized hundreds of salt workers and thousands of people, and the nitrate collected every day is like a mountain. Today's daily consumption of nitrate is only two or three thousand kilograms. At this consumption rate, it is enough to support several months. For a long time, even until the end of the year.”

Shilote thought for a moment and shook his head slightly.

"Esco, you still have to hurry up to collect! It will be difficult to collect nitrate in March, and the nitrate content will be greatly reduced. Once it starts to rain, it is impossible to count on the saline soil. Remember to dispatch Man, go and explore the cave in the lower mountain forest to find the place where the bats gather. There should be a lot of nitrate there too!"

Esco bowed his head. Shilot calculated in his heart again and shook his head with emotion.

Now the output of soil nitrate on the island is only more than 100 catties per day and more than 3,000 catties per month. When formulated into standard gunpowder, the monthly output is 4,000 catties, and the annual output is tens of thousands of catties. And ten vertical rockets need at least one catty of gunpowder, one shot of pottery tribulus terrestris uses three or four catties, and one shot of wooden cannon is nearly ten catties. The alliance's three-month gunpowder output can only make 30,000 vertical rockets, assemble 800 rounds of pottery bristle, and shoot 300 to 500 wooden cannons.

This number sounds like a lot, but in fact it is only enough for a large-scale battle. If it is a siege battle, the consumption of gunpowder will be doubled. Losses, losses, and misfires are not counted here. Generally speaking, the non-combat loss of gunpowder will also be more than 20 to 30%.

Shilot recalls history and reality. In this era of the rise of gunpowder weapons, the highest gunpowder output should be Daming, with an annual output of at least several million catties, followed by Ottoman, with an annual output of one million catties. As for the emerging Spain, the annual output of gunpowder is only about one hundred thousand catties, but the production capacity is growing rapidly.

Emperor Ming Dynasty established six gunpowder factories and bureaus, especially the Wang Gong factory, which left unsolved unsolved cases in later generations. "Every five days, the three major battalions of the Beijing Camp bring a total of more than 3,000 catties of gunpowder." The Wang Gong factory produces at least 600 kilograms of gunpowder per day. It has 30 to 50 craftsmen and dozens of people. Its production efficiency is significantly higher than that of the Alliance.

The Ottoman Empire is also building a large number of gunpowder workshops to meet the huge war consumption. As early as the Battle of King Castle in 1453, the ordinary artillery on the siege side consumed 50,000-60,000 catties of gunpowder and fired about 5,000 shells within a month. The terrifying Urban Cannon requires hundreds of kilograms of gunpowder per shot, and can shoot 500 kilograms of shells over a mile away. It takes hours to reload and requires dozens of people to load together.

A year later, in 1484, Fernando of the Kingdom of Spain would set up Kingdom Armouries in Seville and Córdoba. Then in the siege of the city of Malaga in 1487, dozens of artillery pieces were used to bombard the castle for several months. Soon, Spain will be the largest producer of gunpowder in God's Europe. And as the Spanish "big phalanx" matures, it will also have the most musketeers.

"Esco, the current daily output of soil salt is only over 100 catties, which is too low! I will mobilize another batch of salt workers for you. In one month, the daily output will be more than 200 catties!"

Sherlot gave a serious order, once again requesting that the output be doubled.

Esco's face was bitter. He lowered his head, thought for a moment, and replied frankly.

"His Royal Highness, the production of nitrate requires more than senior salt workers! It takes thousands of people to collect nitrate, and a lot of firewood and fodder to boil the nitrate, which also requires manual cutting and collection, as well as sending people to collect the ash from the capital city. ...If you want to double the output, at least hundreds of thousands of people must be levied to provide enough tools and food."

Hearing this, Shiloh thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"I will give you another batch of civilians. Let the nitrate producers learn from each other and exchange experience, they still have a lot of room for improvement. In addition, encourage exploration! If you find a way to increase production capacity, give rewards first, and then popularize it. Come on!"

Esco fell to the ground, gritted his teeth secretly, and felt ruthless in his heart. In the distance, the leader of the salt workers, Moreno, shivered suddenly, with a blank expression on his face.

At present, just to maintain this workshop of soil salt and gunpowder, in fact, it has occupied two or three thousand manpower, and stationed hundreds of warriors, which has greatly reduced the output of the large salt field, and at the same time, it needs a steady stream of food supplies. The development and application of military technology will continue to consume national strength, and this cannot be solved by someone with a slap on the forehead.

Thinking of this, the young man sighed, the development of productive forces is the foundation of social progress. In this day and age, productivity is the metal tool... Tarrasco's copper mine is a must!

After inspecting Tianhuo Island, I left a new order. Afterwards, Shirot looked at Talaia again and waved. The potter girl lowered her head slightly and approached obediently like a deer.

Shirot looked at Taliyah's beautiful profile and remained silent. The continuous coincidences and contacts left some ripples in the boy's heart. But Ripple will soon recover. In his heart, there is still only the girl in white who longs for each other and promises a lifetime.

The young man remembered the danger of gunpowder mixing, hesitated for a moment, but still opened his mouth.

"Talaia, there will be some danger here, do you want to go back to the High Priest's Palace with me?"

Hearing this, Talaia raised her head, her eyes lit up, and then she saw His Highness's calm eyes. She slowly lowered her head again, letting her long hair drift.

"His Royal Highness, will the matter here be important to you?"

Shilot was stunned for a moment. He looked at the dim eyes of the potter girl, and was inexplicably touched.

"Yes, the production of gunpowder is important to the Alliance. But if you are not careful here, your life will be in danger."

Taliyah raised her head again and looked at His Highness silently. She remembered the excitement she felt when she first entered the mansion, the alienation of His Highness after entering the mansion, the majestic dispatch of the high priest, and the noble fiancée of His Highness... The potter girl pursed her lips.

"His Royal Highness, I want to stay here and take charge of the production of gunpowder for you!"

Shulot was slightly stunned, the answer was unexpected.

"You want to stay here?"

Taliyah nodded lightly and answered softly.

"Yes, I do."

Sherlot looked at Talaia's eyes again, and there was a certain firmness in those bright eyes, just like when she first met, she was selling pottery bowls to increase the price. This time, the potter girl really left a trace in his heart.

The young man lowered his eyes slightly and quickly opened them again. He nodded calmly.

"Very good! Next, you have to experiment with different formula ratios of gunpowder, and research the way to purify the sulfur. The most important thing is to find out the processing steps to increase the power of gunpowder. Do it well, and the Alliance will not treat you badly!

Remember, there must be no open flames in the workshop, and try not to personally participate in the deployment. I will send a priestess to teach you to read and write, and to record important experimental results. Gunpowder in stock must not be lost! "

With a serious face, Sherlot ordered sternly.

Hearing the cold voice, Talaia nodded silently and pursed her lips again.

Shirot watched silently for a moment, then turned around, leaving a whisper of concern and a back that he could rely on.

"Remember to be careful and take care of yourself~"

After speaking, the young man walked in a hurry, left again quickly, and boarded the big boat when he came. The potter girl's eyes lit up slightly, and she stood on tiptoe again, folded her white hands and put them on her heart. Then, she looked at the direction in which His Highness was leaving, and a smile slowly emerged from the corner of her mouth.

Bertard's face was calm, and he kept watching this scene. Seeing the young man leave in a hurry, he smiled slightly, nodded kindly to Talaia, and followed with the warriors. After thinking for a moment, Esco also saluted Talaia and bowed his head.

The sun slanted westward, casting golden light. Boating on Lake Texcoco, the lake light flashes on the face, reflecting the light and dark, and the long wind blows the clothes and disturbs the heart.

The big boat moved forward, and Shilot was on the bow independently. He looked at the busy and staggered boats ahead, heading for the long river and fields in the north, like a staggered heart. After a while, he remembered the girl in white, the corner of his mouth raised a smile, and his face calmed down. After thinking for a moment, the boy finally had some doubts.

Shirot turned his head and looked at the loyal samurai chief.

"Bottard, the formula of gunpowder is the top secret of the Alliance. You mobilize some of your followers to strengthen the vigilance there again."

Bertard nodded quietly, indicating that he would take it down.

Xiulote thought for a while and asked directly.

"Bottard, when I was drawing and calculating just now, why was Talaia giving me the ink? Shouldn't it be you at the beginning?"

The samurai chief smiled awkwardly, his face calm.

"His Royal Highness, since the girl you like is present, and she is a member of the mansion, it is naturally more appropriate to leave this kind of thing to her. Do you want me to have a sturdy warrior to accompany you?"

Shirot shook his head slightly and sighed. Although he is not particularly smart, he has a sharp mind and is good at reflecting after the fact.

"Bottard, you! I didn't have much affection for her at first, and the last contact was just by chance... but you brought people back to the mansion, and today you let her be with her. The gunpowder was successfully developed, and I was excited for a while. .."

The young man defended loudly, and seemed to be trying to convince himself.

Bertard interrupted just in time.

"His Royal Highness, you are holding hands now, people are hugging them, and you are pushing them to the ground. If you don't accept them as wives and concubines, can you still be married to others? Montezuma I had hundreds of concubines and gave birth to hundreds of concubines. God-born warrior!"

Hearing this, Shulot sighed again, inexplicably distressed. Then, he glared at the loyal samurai chief and shouted in anger.

"Bottard, don't talk about it. It's not a relative, but why are you so diligent? When you talk about it, it's like an old matchmaker in the capital city in the lake!"

After finishing speaking, Shilot turned his head and looked at the lake, his mood fluctuating slightly like lake water. After a long time, he thought of the lovely Alyssa again and sighed in his heart.

Bertard smiled slightly, and stood behind the boy so safely, his face once again vicissitudes. His mind drifted far away, and he laughed silently to himself.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, although the princess is good, she was born from the clouds and is the supreme goddess. You are the hope of our commoners, so how can you become as ruthless as the goddesses? You have a commoner mother, and you have always regarded rank. Yu Wuwu can definitely accept a wife from a commoner. And even a concubine can still have a future..."

Thinking of this, Bertard quietly pressed his chest, making sure that his loyalty to His Highness has never changed, so he smiled again.

Shulot was slightly absent-minded, his eyes followed the boat on the lake, coming and going at will. After a while, the boy's eyes narrowed, and all the boats were heading north.

"Bottard, what day is it today? Why are all these boats heading north?"

The captain of the samurai looked towards the lake, and the boats went north together noisily. On the boat were noble nobles in gorgeous clothes, priests with long robes and feather crowns, warriors who were eagerly discussing, and excited merchants and peasants~www.mtlnovel.com~ Bertard thought for a moment, and then asked the warriors who were on the boat. Finally got the answer.

"His Royal Highness, today is the day when Otomi's captives arrive in the capital! There are priests, thousands of warriors, and dozens of boats full of belongings. The people of the capital have been waiting for a long time!"

After thinking about it for a while, Shirot remembered the Ugl priest group that was dispatched. He nodded and let the fleet change direction.

The fleet moved forward rapidly, rowing across the sparkling lake, the surrounding boats respectfully avoided, and on the right was the magnificent long embankment. Going around most of the capital along the long embankment, the navy fleet returning from the south appeared in front of the boy.

Thousands of samurai dressed up. They stood on the boat, waving shields and long sticks, and greeted the people around them with battle cries. On the thousand boats and the long embankment, tens of thousands of villagers responded enthusiastically and cheered. They waved their hands, and the sound shook the four fields. They celebrated the victory of the legion, welcomed the triumph of the fleet, and looked forward to the upcoming festival!

Going down the river, villagers continue to come by boat, cheering incessantly. In the center of the fleet controlled by the samurai, more than a thousand Otomi nobles trembled and showed fear, as if they had entered the kingdom of the Ability God and lost their soul and body.

At the forefront of the Nangui fleet is a huge canoe with a shrine several meters high. Elder Priest Ugel sat high on the altar. His stone-crowned robe, with a sturdy figure, waved his hands majestically in all directions, enjoying the cheers of thousands of people!

Sherlot calmly watched everything in front of him. "Let's leave the hall and come to Qin." What will be waiting for these nobles to be captured? After thinking for a moment, the young man shook his head, then turned the bow of the boat and headed for the capital.

Two days later, the capital city in the lake rejoiced again, hundreds of thousands of people gathered to sing, and the New Year Festival officially started!

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