Hong Hong Hong ~
Guangzhou Port was destroyed. In less than ten minutes, more than 20,000 people were killed or injured in the indiscriminate bombardment of the Qing army. Corpses were strewn everywhere, and the fortifications that tens of thousands of people had dug for more than ten days were completely gone.
As the artillery fire extended, the Qing army that came to support them from behind was frightened out of their wits. They turned around and ran without hesitation.
Was courage enough to withstand such destructive cannon fire?
Ah Gui also knew that it was impossible to stop the Ming army from landing on land at the coastline. He could only order a retreat to the city to fight the Ming army.
When the Qing army retreated, Zhu Weichu immediately gave the order to stop the bombardment.
Further ahead, the civilians in Guangzhou would suffer an undeserved disaster.
"Land the army! They would try their best to control Guangzhou City before nightfall.”
"Yes!"
Xiong Gang pulled himself together and gave the order to land.
According to the plan, the 14000 soldiers would be divided into two groups. One group would be made up of 9000 recruits, and the navy would be formed by 2000 soldiers. A total of 11000 people would land in Guangzhou and kill the Qing army at all costs, forcing Qianlong to transfer the northern army south.
If nothing unexpected happened, the casualties of these 11000 people would be very high.
There were too many Qing troops and they were equipped with a large number of firearms. Although the performance of firearms was not as good as that of the Ming army, they had to pay attention to this problem.
"Reba, after the army takes control of Guangzhou, your mission is to cooperate with the Minister of Works, Lu Zhenming, to produce the Type 1776 rifle.”
Zhu Weichu patted Reba's shoulder. Could he win the Battle of Guangzhou and defeat the powerful ruling power that Manqing had spent more than a hundred years to establish?
The Qing army was defeated again and again. Hundreds of millions of Han people saw the hope of overthrowing the Qing Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty was the orthodox Han Dynasty, so naturally, they would respond with a single call.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I will do my best.”
Reba saluted, and began to think about the technical details of firearms and gunpowder.
This was the first time Zhu Weichu had ordered her to complete a mission as the Emperor, and she could not pull her hips anymore.
[Zhen, this is the first time I've heard Zhu Weichu call himself Zhen. Reba, you have to be more serious. If you can't complete the mission, people will die!]]
[Fatty Di, the first and second industrial revolutions, regarding the smelting, electrical engineering technology, mechanical processing, chemical engineering, firearms and ammunition processing technology, I've arranged them all and sent them to you. Read them more when you have nothing to do. Don't waste the brain capacity that you've transformed after transmigrating!]]
[Oh right, get me some antibiotics. It's a miracle drug against infection.]
[Penicillins are a little slow. With the current conditions, it's impossible to produce them. Let's use the sulfuric acid drugs. This is a little simpler.]]
[I have the formula and production process for TNT explosives. I have already sent it to Fatty Di through private message!]]
[We don't have to worry about it. I'm guessing that the country will definitely give Fatty Di the most detailed industrial technology information…]
[Sh * t, you're cheating! You flower gardeners are cheating!] Using weapons from the 20th and 19th centuries to oppress us Westerners, despicable!! Shameless! We want to protest!]
[Uh, my friends from Great Britain, please calm down. This is a TV series that we're filming. Please don't go overboard. Hahaha]
Reba looked at the bullet screen and opened the private message with her mind.
As expected, several government accounts had sent technical information. All the technical information of the industrial category was available and very detailed.
He was cheating, he was really cheating.
The essence of the industrial technology that humanity has spent centuries developing is all in my hands. If I still can't produce results, then I'm too stupid.
Eh, can I donate the gifts I receive to the country?
Reba suddenly saw that the netizen had tipped more than 570 million yuan. Her heart skipped a beat and she sent a private message to the Ministry of Defense to ask for a bank card number.
The Ministry of Defense in modern time and space was also very curious. In addition to being able to connect with modern time and space, this strange live broadcast room also retained the donation function, but the headquarters of Douyin did not have the authority to withdraw the money from the Reba live broadcast room account.
If Reba was willing to transfer the money out, it should be possible.
Reality proved that it was indeed possible.
570 million was transferred to the country, and the remaining 1.4 million was transferred to her parents. Reba was so excited that she almost jumped.
Now that his parents 'retirement issues were resolved, he could finally work hard in the parallel world and live his life freely.
Hmm? Wouldn't I be able to encourage my fans to tip me and give the money to the country to build planes, tanks, and aircraft carriers?
Smoke what, drink what, squeeze out some of the money from smoking and drinking, won't we have an aircraft carrier if we plant a large number of flowers?
Why don't you be bolder and speak for him? Wouldn't the advertising fees come?
"Brothers, the gift platform won't deduct any points from your gifts. Send them to my account,"
"I can arrange this money freely. 570 million has already been donated to the Ministry of Defense. Are you happy?”
I'm rough!
The 100 million netizens in the live broadcast room were stunned.
[F * ck, does that mean the livestream is connected to modern time?]]
[Nonsense, otherwise, how could they do a live broadcast? Tipping, he had to tip. Fatty Di did a good job. He donated 570 million just like that. As expected of Fatty Di.]
[666 In the future, I will treat Reba as a big streamer. Other streamers will buy sports cars and villas, eat, drink, and have fun. Our Fatty Di will earn money to build aircraft carriers for the country, hahaha]
[I've tipped you. My salary is not bad. I'll tip Reba 100 yuan a day. When we build an aircraft carrier that our fans tip you, can we name it Fatty Di?]]
[Hahaha, what the f * ck Fatty Di, I'm dying of laughter. Our country's aircraft carrier, the H.S. Pang Di, has arrived in the South China Sea for long-distance training. Please welcome the captain of the H.S. Pang Di…]
[Hey, Captain Fatty Di, how embarrassing!]
Reba almost laughed out loud when the netizens teased her.
"By the way, I've decided to officially start bringing goods and endorsements in the live broadcast room.”
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The netizens watching the live broadcast were not just ordinary people. Some business owners were also curious about this magical live broadcast room and took the time to watch it.
In the past, they had suddenly considered whether they could ask Reba to endorse them. After all, the traffic in this live broadcast room was too terrifying. Every morning, when Reba started live broadcasting, at least 50 million people would instantly flood into the live broadcast room. The traffic was the highest in the afternoon and evening, with an average of 300 million to 500 million. It had become a hot topic that everyone paid attention to.
Waning popularity?
Impossible. The War of the Qing Dynasty had just begun. As long as Reba didn't have any accidents, it could at least maintain its super popularity for decades.
[Ms. Reba, our Huiyuan Juice is willing to offer 20 million yuan for your endorsement!]
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