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White smoke lingered over the training ground of the Qingzhou military camp, as the 500 soldiers of the Vanguard Battalion took turns firing their new weapons. At this moment, the first firearm unit of the Qingzhou Army was officially born, and soon, more soldiers would be transitioned into flintlock rifle units. "Now you understand the structure of the flintlock rifle and how to use it to kill. But this is just the beginning," Xiao Ming shouted. "From this point on—and always—you are one team. You…-
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Advanced chapter at Patreon.com/caleredhair "Dum-dum-dum… dum-dum-dum…" In the Qingzhou military training ground, 500 soldiers from the Vanguard Battalion marched forward in column formation. Each carried a flintlock rifle on their shoulder, stepping in sync to the steady rhythm of a drum. Zhu Siwu marched alongside the formation, also keeping time with the drumbeat. Since the Vanguard Battalion was equipped with flintlocks three days ago, they had been undergoing formation training. At first,…
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Advanced chapter at Patreon.com/caleredhair Qingzhou Army Camp It was lunchtime, and the Qingzhou soldiers were sitting in rows in the mess hall, enjoying their meal. Ever since the Qingzhou Army's reforms, they now had a proper dining facility. After hiring logistical support troops, all meals were handled by the logistics team. "Ah, it’s fried locusts again! I can’t get enough of them!" Lu Luo plopped into a seat, grabbed a steamed bun, and reached for a handful of crispy locusts. Even though…
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Advanced chapter at patreon.com/caleredhair. its already in chapter 750! subscribe now. The sky was still dim. Night had not fully faded. On the streets of Qingzhou, a man was walking in a hurry. It was Pang Yukun, holding a memorial report as he rushed to Prince Qi’s palace. The contents of this report were extremely serious—it could threaten the agricultural stability of all six prefectures. "Lord Pang, you're up early today. His Highness took Lord Feng around Qingzhou yesterday. He might be…
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Zhu Wuliu was leading the village men in paving the concrete road in Qingzhou's western market. Suddenly, a young man appeared beside him. Zhu looked up from where he was leveling the cement and broke into a smile. "Reporter Jiang, what brings you here?" The man was none other than the newspaper reporter who often visited Zhu's village to read the news with the villagers. "Still smiling?!" Jiang said. "Today’s newspaper warns of signs of drought and a possible locust plague across the six…
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The light scent of tea floated through the main hall. Feng Deshui sipped gently from his cup while watching Xiao Ming’s expression, trying to gauge his reaction. The idea of relocating the capital had already sparked intense opposition in Chang’an from Empress Zhao, the Crown Prince, and many officials bribed by Prince Zhao. They argued using old ancestral laws and feng shui superstitions, but everyone knew their real motive: self-interest. If the capital moved, Prince Zhao’s influence over the…
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"Flush toilet? What is that?" Feng Deshui stared in confusion at the craftsmen installing ceramic pipes inside the restaurant. Xiao Ming was inwardly pleased. He had started building an underground drainage system to completely improve Qingzhou’s public hygiene. Back in Europe, it took the Black Death for them to realize the importance of urban sanitation. Plagues were terrifying. Preventing them began with sanitation—and this was also part of transforming Qingzhou’s urban landscape. He didn’t…
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"What is the barbarian tribe’s advantage over the Great Yu Empire?" Xiao Ming asked Niu Ben on the military workshop's test field. "Their cavalry, of course," Niu Ben replied. Lu Fei nodded. "Their riders are all experts at horseback archery. But training our own cavalry takes years. If we lose them in war, we can’t recover quickly. Rebuilding takes too long." Xiao Ming agreed. "Exactly. Whether it’s cavalry, archers, or swordsmen, we need years of training just to match the barbarians one-on-one.…
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On the vast sea, three galleons were slicing through the waves. After gaining valuable information from the British man, they planned to take him to India in exchange for the crops they needed—corn, peanuts, and potatoes. "Are you pirates from the Great Yu Empire?" The British man had woken up and come on deck. After examining the ship, he was shocked to find that it looked a lot like their own warships—maybe even better designed. He couldn’t figure it out and asked the translator, Zheng…
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The ocean waves slammed against the sides of the giant galleons. Strong winds howled around them. In the distance, a dark cloud was approaching—a storm was on the way. "Tch! Our prince doesn’t need support from scheming people like you!" The translator’s words made Yue Yun spit in disgust. The truth was now clear: Prince Chu had become a lackey of the Dutch. No wonder he had been acting more arrogant in recent years—he had foreign support behind him. "What now?" the translator asked Yue…
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