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The Peculiar War God of the Song Dynasty
When they arrived at the entrance of the Firearms Workshop, everyone dismounted from their horses, leading them by the reins.
They looked seriously at the large Firearms Workshop, where many items were visible along with numerous craftsmen.
It was not a gigantic Firearms Workshop but rather a collection of several sizable ones. However, the sounds of metal clanging still echoed from within.
Li Gang, dressed in a loose purple official robe, also emerged from the carriage and stood at the entrance.
At the door, dozens of Imperial Guards clad in Black Armor stood watch. They wore black helmets and had broadswords hanging at their waists, while some held long spears.
The guards were tightly clustered together, showing no intention of letting anyone pass, even upon seeing the Cavalry Commander.
One of them, slightly plump but adorned in golden armor, was identifiable as Di Wu, as only the head of the Three Yamen could wear such attire.
A figure in Black Armor, presumably the Personal Guard Commander, stepped forward.
He said, "What brings you here, gentlemen? Do you carry an imperial decree?"
His somewhat cold tone made Qin Feng uncomfortable; how could a mere commander act like a high official in front of him?
He considered rushing past without regard for him!
But then he remembered that this was a military stronghold responsible for manufacturing firearms, and these were Imperial Guards close to the emperor. He could not afford to be reckless.
Chancellor Li Gang did not put on the airs of a Chancellor; he rushed over directly, knowing the rules. These were elite troops, and they either followed the emperor's edict or relied on their own Chancellor Token.
He took out a shiny golden token from his waist pocket and presented it to the approaching commander.
As soon as the Personal Guard Commander saw the golden token, which represented the position of Chancellor, he understood that this token allowed free access to the Workshop where Firearms were made.
Could this person be the new Chancellor? Had Bai Shizhong already stepped down?
Immediately, he bent down in greeting and said, "I apologize for my rudeness; please forgive me, Chancellor. I will let you pass right away."
The dozens of Imperial Guards nearby also bowed and extended their hands forward in salute.
They exclaimed, "We apologize for our rudeness; please forgive us, Chancellor."
Li Gang laughed heartily and said, "What rudeness do you speak of? It is your duty; this is only proper. Quickly lead the way; we want to see the Workshop where Firearms are made. The sooner, the better."
The Personal Guard Commander, dressed in Black Armor, smiled in agreement and turned to lead the way.
Upon arriving at the Workshop, they could see many Imperial Guards in Black Armor standing guard, as well as others patrolling and observing their surroundings.
They also noticed several ordinary craftsmen dressed in thin clothing, struggling to carry heavy items that required at least two people to lift.
These items were all sealed in boxes that were several dozen centimeters wide and over a meter long, requiring several people to move them, making it quite laborious.
It was currently a very cold winter; even wearing thick coats did not prevent one from feeling the chill.
They were wearing thin clothes, just a bit thicker than gauze, and were sweating profusely, panting heavily from the heat.
When they saw Right Chancellor Li Gang, they passed by without any reaction, continuing to move those heavy items. They probably did not recognize the Chancellor's official attire, nor the Deputy Commander of the Cavalry.
The Personal Guard Commander looked at the lowly craftsmen with a disdainful gaze; they were just some laborers, and he couldn't be bothered with them.
After walking a few dozen steps, they arrived at the entrance of the Workshop that manufactured Firearms. The door was also made of wood and was closed.
He stopped and smiled, saying, "Chancellor, this is the Workshop specifically for crafting Firearms. I will have someone open it right away; just wait!"
Li Gang naturally smiled in agreement. The wooden door was several meters high, and what lay beyond must be very important.
Qin Feng felt an unusual warmth wafting past his face; it felt warm and not cold at all!
It seemed to be emanating from this wooden door. How could it be so hot? What exactly was happening inside?
Several Imperial Guards dressed in Black Armor approached and pushed open the wooden door, releasing even more heat.
Qin Feng followed Li Gang into the Workshop and felt as if he were witnessing something extraordinary; it was like a working Steel Mill.
Inside were several towering Iron Furnaces, melting iron and steel that flowed down in a bright red color like liquid.
The tops of those large Iron Furnaces were empty, allowing visibility of the red liquid inside. There were large openings on most of the Iron Furnaces, leading to iron conveyor lines that stretched over ten meters long.
The molten red liquid flowed down smoothly, with skilled craftsmen working on both sides.
Using a rather large spoon, presumably made of better metal, he poured the red liquid into the cast mold, which had the imprint of a rocket, specifically for casting rockets.
Of course, there were also different large shapes, and the craftsmanship was meticulous, requiring repairs.
It looked extremely hot, and the surface resembled a giant furnace, warming the bodies of those nearby almost instantly.
After a while, one could easily break into a sweat; this winter was even hotter than summer.
Under the leadership of the Personal Guard Commander, Qin Feng and his companions arrived at the Master Craftsman's location for firearms production.
Aside from the commander, only Qin Feng and his two companions were present; everyone else was stationed outside.
This area pertained to the manufacturing and invention of firearms. Although they were stationed here, they could not freely enter to observe, as it was considered military confidential.
Most incidents required intervention, such as molten iron causing fatalities or severe burns, along with some routine patrols.
Upon reaching the Master Craftsman, they found an elderly man with a head full of white hair who appeared somewhat robust. He was examining a yellow map depicting a strange object.
On his several-meter-long table lay numerous yellow blueprints used for drawing firearms; there were quite a variety of designs, mostly different from one another.
Not only were there blueprints depicting firearms, but there were also several firearms present, such as iron arrows for rockets—some larger and some smaller.
Additionally, there were large black iron balls with round holes on them; they seemed to be hollow inside and it was unclear what they were meant to hold.
Some of these black balls had long chains attached to them, suggesting they were meant to be thrown; they were indeed quite unique.
The white-haired Master Craftsman was still focused on his work, not noticing their arrival, perhaps thinking they were just noodle makers who had come over without paying much attention.
The so-called Master Craftsman is responsible for producing these Firearms, of course with the help of other craftsmen.
Once manufactured, they also need to be tested and mass-produced, taking charge of the major affairs of the Firearms Workshop.
The Personal Guard Commander saw that he had not noticed the approaching Chancellor and was still in such a daze, truly consumed by his research to the point of madness, often forgetting to eat.
He shouted, "Master Tuo, the Chancellor Li Gang has arrived. He is here to inspect the production of Firearms and wants to learn more about them, as they are about to be put to great use."
"Stop studying that blueprint for now; quickly put it down and attend to the Chancellor properly."
Although Master Tuo was very focused, his ears and eyes were still quite sharp, and he heard the sound of his voice.
The Chancellor actually came; it had been such a long time since he last visited.
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