Chapter 329

"Well, why, Qian'er, are you interested in this thing?" Yang Ning came over, stroking his long beard, and patted the strong column of the pull-type trebuchet.

"You got the name of this thing wrong. It should be called a Thunderbolt Chariot, or a Stone Cannon (it should be next to the word "Stone", but I can't find it) or a Catapult. Have you seen the four wheels below it?

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"The cannon in chess refers to this object."

Looking at Yang Ning, his father, the inventor of chess, who was full of interest and talking freely, Yang Qian chuckled twice and quickly bowed as if he was sincerely convinced.

"What my father said is absolutely true. My father is able to draw experience from life and use it on the chessboard. This kind of ability and chess skills are far beyond the reach of my children."

"Haha, Qian'er, you don't have to be like this. We, father and son, each have our own strengths..."

Yang Ning felt extremely happy and patted her son on the shoulder, feeling very high-spirited.

Yang Qian complimented his biological father a few more words, and when his biological father was already talking happily, he asked casually.

"Just dad, why does this Thunderbolt car have so many ropes? And they vary in size."

"Oh, this is of course for ease of use. Look at this medium-sized Thunderbolt car. There are five leather ropes pulling this end of the gun tip.

A leather rope can be pulled by five to ten people at the same time. As long as they cooperate well and pull at the same time, all the stones in the throwing spoon can be thrown out from a distance of up to 120 or 30 steps to attack the enemy.

, the most sharp."

"There are five to ten people on one rope. This Thunderbolt car requires fifty people to operate..." Yang Qian was a little confused. He thought it was one person on one leather rope, but it turned out that there were five to ten people.

One hundred twenty or thirty steps away, that's about the same distance as a shot from a hard bow or crossbow.

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As for the large-scale Thunderbolt Car, haha, it must be pulled by one or two hundred people, and at most, it even reached five hundred people.

However, the distance is only a little further than this medium-sized Thunderbolt car, which is only a hundred, fifty or sixty steps.

"My father once worked in the Ministry of Industry and saw the test firing of the Big Thunder Car. Hundreds of people shouted in unison, pulled the leather rope, and scooped up stones, like locusts, flying across the sky.

One hundred fifty or sixty paces away, the land with a radius of several feet is in a mess. If you were in the enemy's formation, you don't know how miserable it would be..."

Yang Qian listened to his father's enthusiastic introduction and looked at it carefully for a long time. He rolled his eyes and pretended to be confused.

"Father, this thing is indeed powerful, but it requires too much manpower."

"My father also knows what you said. It's just that this thing was created at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. It is a rare offensive weapon. There is really no way to change it..."

"Father, have you ever tried it?" Yang Qian asked curiously.

Yang Ning met Yang Qian's curious gaze and rubbed her nose in embarrassment. "This has never happened before."

However, after saying these words, Yang Ning felt a sudden change in her heart, and her eyes fell on her own son Yang Qian.

Seeing his father's increasingly bright eyes, Yang Qian chuckled, but continued to look at the object curiously.

"Father, why can we only use people instead of things as a pull?"

"Usage?" Yang Ning glanced at the few accompanying officials and carefully looked at the stone dump truck in front of him.

"Things are dead. Even if there are cows and horses, they cannot behave in an orderly manner like humans."

"How can we throw flying rocks if our forces are not consistent?"

"It seems that my father knows much better about Pili cars than the child. The child admires..." Yang Qian also saw the officials from the Ministry of Industry whispering around him.

"Qian'er, what do you want to do?" While everyone was busy pointing and whispering at the Pili car in private, Yang Ning leaned close to Yang Qian and asked in a low voice.

"Father, my child... my child is going to offend me again..."

"Offended? Offended for what, why do you say it again?"

"Father is really great, why didn't my son think of it?"

Yang Qian slapped his thigh, and then, with everyone watching dumbfounded, he quickly saluted his father, Yang Ning, who was also dumbfounded.

"Father, please tell the child carefully how to do it. The child is willing to grind ink for you...Father, please leave quickly..."

"???" Yang Ning was dragged away in confusion by her own son Yang Qian, who suddenly broke out in acting and had a one-man show...

"Father, please don't be angry. Otherwise, no one would dare to believe that this thing was made by my father."

"Father, please follow the child. If you are angry with the child, please go back to your home and punish him."

"...Where are you dragging my father to? That's the direction to my father's apartment." Yang Ning, who had already gotten over it, couldn't laugh or cry, and shook his head helplessly.

"Does Dr. Yang want to improve the Thunderbolt Car?"

"Yes, you don't know? We saw this with our own eyes."

"Yang Shushu, who is famous all over the world for his talents, personally expressed his admiration to his father."

"It has been hundreds of years since the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty to modify the Pili chariot. I don't know how many skilled craftsmen have worked hard to improve this thing."

"Most of them return without success. Where does Yang Langzhong get his confidence? Could it be that this Thunderbolt Chariot can only have 500 people at most, but it can't be pulled by 1,000 people?"

"Hiss... Wow, if thousands of people pull it together, how spectacular this scene will be."

"Yes, yes, I think there will be a lot more rocks thrown out. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, that way, I am afraid that one shot will be enough to kill anyone within ten feet."

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The gossip quickly spread in the Craftsmanship Camp of the Ministry of Works through the mouths of a group of officials, big and small.

The door of that room was closed, and outside the door stood the public room where the Yang family and his son were escorting and riding.

"Suck... ha... ugh..." Yang Ning, who was sighing while drinking water, already had a sense of rhythm.

In front of him, his own son Yang Qian was sitting upright, holding a pen in his hand and placing it on the paper. Straight or round lines were quickly formed, gradually forming the outline of a new machine.

His biological son Yang Qian is multitasking, not only painting, but also talking non-stop.

"If it weren't for the careful explanation given by the father to the child just now, how could the child have such inspiration and think of using a counterweight to make a stone throwing cart?"

"Anyway, at least half of the effort here belongs to you, father..."

"And children have already been in the limelight for a long time. Now is the time when they need to keep a low profile and develop."

"Dog development?" Yang Ning almost choked on her tea soup. She couldn't figure out what the relationship between dogs and development was.

Yang Qian quickly reassured Yang Ning and could only rack his brains to explain this adjective.

"Gou is a dog that lives quietly, and growth naturally means developing and nurturing quietly."

"So, please father, please consider the safety of your children. Father, please continue to bear the mountain of fatherly love and move forward."

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