My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

Just as Zhu Biao and Fusu's attitudes were changing.

Zhu Yuanzhang was already standing in the palace of the Hongwu Dynasty.

He glanced around, his gaze landing on the batch of walkie-talkies, and without even changing his clothes, he issued the order.

"Summon all generals in the capital to come to pay their respects immediately!"

"yes!"

At Zhu's command, the Imperial Guards were quickly mobilized.

All generals in the capital who were qualified to attend court, regardless of what they were doing, immediately dropped what they were doing, donned their armor and weapons, and rushed to the palace as quickly as possible.

The atmosphere inside the Fengtian Hall was somber.

Xu Da, Tang He, Lan Yu, Fu Youde, Feng Sheng...

The most capable generals of the early Ming Dynasty gathered together, all filled with doubts.

There is no large-scale war in the north at the moment, so why did Your Majesty suddenly summon the generals in such an urgent manner?

Zhu Yuanzhang sat high on the dragon throne, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping over his trusted confidants and beloved generals below.

Without saying a word, he took out several black cubes directly from the cardboard box.

"This thing is called a walkie-talkie."

Zhu Yuanzhang's voice was loud and clear, carrying a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

"Its function is to transmit sound instantly over an area of ​​tens of miles in open terrain!"

"What?!"

"Instantaneous audio transmission over dozens of miles?!"

"This... Your Majesty, is this not a magical artifact from the immortal realm?"

An uproar immediately erupted inside the hall!

The faces of the generals were filled with disbelief.

They were all veterans who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and they knew all too well what timely and accurate communication meant on the battlefield!

That means commanding with ease, and being able to seize opportunities in battle.

In addition, equipping scouts with one would make relaying messages back and forth incredibly convenient.

"Shut up, all of you!"

Zhu Yuanzhang gave a low shout, silencing the discussion.

Following Chen Mo's instructions, he gave a simple demonstration of turning the device on and off and making calls by pressing the buttons.

As clear voices echoed from one walkie-talkie to another, reverberating throughout the empty hall.

All doubts vanished, replaced by gasps of astonishment and intensely fervent gazes!

"Xu Da! Tang He! Lan Yu!"

Zhu Yuanzhang began to call out names and personally handed walkie-talkies to these core commanders.

"This is a national treasure! We'll have someone teach you how to use it later! Treat it like your own son!"

"Your Majesty, we obey!"

Several generals excitedly took the walkie-talkies and played with them with great interest.

"Gentlemen!"

Zhu Yuanzhang stood up, walked to the huge map of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, and pointed heavily at the northern desert.

"The Northern Yuan's false emperor has suffered repeated heavy blows, yet his remnants still entrenched themselves in the northern desert, like a centipede that, though dead, does not fall down!"

"They frequently raid our borders, harassing our people!"

"If this scoundrel is not eliminated, there will never be peace in the northern frontier!"

He turned around abruptly, his voice resolute.

"In the past, when our army ventured deep into the northern deserts, it often suffered from poor communication and slow news, or was surrounded due to reckless advances by isolated troops, or missed opportunities to let the enemy escape. But now, Heaven has bestowed this divine gift upon the Ming Dynasty!"

His fist slammed onto the map, making a dull thud.

"My mind is made up! Taking advantage of this divine weapon, we will strengthen our army, prepare provisions, and launch another northern expedition in the near future!"

"To achieve our goal in one decisive battle, we are determined to sweep the Northern Yuan dynasty completely into the dustbin of history! To eliminate any future threat!"

"The Northern Expedition!"

"The Northern Expedition!"

"Long live!"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the group of generals, nodded in satisfaction, and then turned his gaze back to his map of the Ming Dynasty.

It turns out that the so-called Nine Provinces were just a corner of the world, but now Zhu Yuanzhang knows that.

Now that we know, we certainly can't just sit idly by!

At the same time, the generals, their passion already ignited, all looked at Zhu Yuanzhang.

The impatient Lan Yu was the first to step forward and loudly volunteered for the mission.

"Your Majesty! With this divine artifact, our army is like a tiger with wings! This humble general is willing to be the vanguard. Please give the order immediately, Your Majesty, so that we may immediately muster our troops and set off to crush those remnants of the Northern Yuan into dust!"

"Yes, Your Majesty! Speed ​​is of the essence in war!"

"Please give the order, Your Majesty!"

The generals echoed his sentiments, their fighting spirit soaring.

Zhu Yuanzhang simply smiled when he heard this.

"No rush, let's wait a bit longer."

The generals: ? ? ?

Everyone was stunned.

Your Majesty was just now speaking passionately, saying that you would "achieve a complete victory in one battle," so why have you suddenly become "not in a hurry"?

Doesn't this upset them?

Seeing the generals filled with doubt, Zhu Yuanzhang simply revealed a mysterious smile.

"The Northern Expedition is a national war, no small matter. While these walkie-talkies are ingenious, they can only transmit sound; they are insufficient to guarantee victory for our Great Ming army!"

Zhu Yuanzhang rubbed his hands together and chuckled.

"Let's go get some other...good stuff. Then the Northern Expedition will be a piece of cake!"

"nice one?!"

The doubts in the hearts of the generals were not resolved, but rather deepened!

Is there anything better than this walkie-talkie that can "transmit sound over long distances"?

What could that be?

Heavenly soldiers and generals?!

If they were truly heavenly soldiers and generals descending to earth, would they even need to fight?

Why not just sit back and win?

Xu Da couldn't help but ask.

"Your Majesty, I wonder... what kind of divine object is this? Something even more important than this walkie-talkie?"

Zhu Yuanzhang chuckled and kept everyone in suspense.

"This is a secret of heaven, and must not be revealed."

"You all just need to focus on training your troops, familiarizing them with how to use this thing, and preparing provisions and weapons. Once we bring those good things back... hehe."

"The main reason I called you here is to hand over the walkie-talkies to you, let you familiarize yourselves with them, and then select a few people to use them exclusively."

As Zhu Yuanzhang thought about the things he had seen in modern times, his smile grew even brighter.

"There's probably more great stuff coming up!"

The generals looked at Zhu Yuanzhang's appearance and felt as if cat claws were scratching at their hearts, their curiosity reaching its peak!

But they couldn't bring themselves to ask, so they suppressed their curiosity and answered in unison.

"Your Majesty, we obey!"

"Alright, you may leave!"

Old Zhu was in a good mood and waved his hand.

The generals looked at each other in bewilderment and finally had no choice but to retreat.

Not long after leaving the palace, Xu Da found Tang He.

"Where did our elder brother get this incredible artifact? Could it be that fate has truly decreed that Heaven is constantly bestowing treasures upon our Great Ming?"

Tang He shook his head.

"I don't know either, but it's best not to ask around."

"Anyway, this is a good thing, isn't it?"

Xu Da looked at Tang He's expression, which indicated he wouldn't ask any more questions, and scoffed before suppressing his curiosity.

at the same time,

After dismissing the restless generals, Zhu Yuanzhang did not rest.

He knew that while the "good stuff" Chen Mo had was indeed amazing, it was ultimately something from elsewhere, limited in quantity, and dependent on that mysterious "time hotel".

Who knows if we'll ever make it through?

If the Ming Dynasty wants to truly become strong, it must have things that it can control and create!

"Someone come here! Summon the foreman and craftsmen from the Imperial Workshop!"

Soon, several artisans dressed in official robes, their hands still covered in charcoal and metal stains, cautiously entered the side hall.

"Your Majesty, we, your humble servants, pay our respects."

The artisans prostrated themselves on the ground.

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't put on airs and went straight up to him anxiously.

"We're asking you, how's the steam engine project going? Any progress?"

The lead craftsman lowered his head even further, his voice trembling.

"Your Majesty, we have been studying diligently day and night, and have not dared to slacken in the slightest."

"Following the principles Your Majesty has indicated, a sealed steam boiler has been created by coppersmiths. Boiling water over charcoal can indeed generate tremendous steam, driving a small piston in a reciprocating motion... However... however..."

"What?"

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned.

"However, this force is difficult to maintain and stabilize. It is very easy for air to leak out at the sealed parts, and it is unknown how the force of the piston and connecting rod can be effectively transmitted to drive other mechanisms... Moreover... the copper pot has exploded twice due to excessive steam force, injuring three craftsmen..."

The craftsman's voice was filled with fear and shame.

Zhu Yuanzhang remained silent.

It wasn't that simple after all!

Looks like I still need to go there and ask that kid what to do!

Old Zhu thought to himself.

His gaze swept over the craftsman's face, red from the smoking, and his hands, covered in scars, and his impatience subsided slightly.

He knew that these people were the true treasure of the Ming Dynasty.

"We know this is a difficult task, not something that can be accomplished in a day."

Zhu Yuanzhang's tone softened unexpectedly.

"What you just described as disheartening and devastating is precisely the key point!"

"What you need to think about is how to make that boiler sturdy enough, how to make the joints airtight, and how to make that enormous force obediently and continuously exerted!"

He couldn't provide specific technical guidance, but he could point the way and offer maximum support.

"What materials do you need—refined copper, refined iron, leather, paint—just name your price!"

"I'll allocate you as many people as you need! Have any ideas, and give them a try!"

"Don't be afraid of failure. Even if you blow up ten pots, as long as you can make one that doesn't leak air, that's a great achievement!"

The craftsmen could hardly believe their ears when they heard this.

Is this person transgender?

But this is a good thing!

The artisans kowtowed in gratitude.

"Your Majesty, we...we humbly thank you for your great kindness! We will certainly do our utmost to repay Your Majesty's favor!"

"Go."

Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand.

"Remember, this matter concerns the fate of our Great Ming Dynasty. You all bear the weight of our future on your shoulders!"

"If you can do well in the future, then you might very well be granted a title!"

As the artisans, who seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, withdrew, Zhu Yuanzhang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze once again turning to the vast world outside the hall.

"You just wait and see, Chen boy."

He silently thought to himself, "We want the good stuff from your place. But we want even more the good stuff made by our own Great Ming Dynasty!"

Next, the fishing season will begin!

However, there is one more thing to do before the fishing season opens!

Zhu Yuanzhang turned his gaze to another cardboard box.

"Mao Xiang, take these things down with you..."