"From Chang 'an City to Lanzhou, I'm naturally fine. What I'm worried about is that after entering the prairie, I'll have to follow the army to escort the provisions," Su Dingfang said worriedly.
The expedition to Tuyuhun would no longer have the convenience of a brick road, and the advantage of a four-wheeled carriage would be lost. Perhaps it would be more convenient to use the most primitive two-wheeled carriage.
Meton nodded. Most of the prairie was grassland, which was even worse than an ordinary rammed earth road. The huge four-wheeled carriage would naturally not be able to withstand it.
Suddenly, Meton's eyes lit up. He pointed at the strange carriage in front of them that was unloading the catapults and said loudly, "I wonder if this carriage can satisfy Brother Su."
Following the direction of Meton's finger, Su Dingfang saw a strangely shaped four-wheeled carriage in front of him. Although this carriage was also a four-wheeled carriage, it was different from an ordinary carriage in that it actually had eight wheels, and each wheel was abnormally wide. It was not an exaggeration to call it an eight-wheeled carriage.
"What kind of carriage is this? Why does it need so many wheels?" Su Dingfang asked in surprise.
Meton explained, "This is a transport carriage that I specially developed for the Firearms Surveillance Bureau. Brother Su is an expert in marching and naturally knows that if we want to set up camp, we must sharpen the wooden stakes so that they can be easily inserted into the ground. This is because the sharpened stakes have a smaller surface area and greater pressure. This four-wheeled carriage does the opposite. By adding four more wheels, it increases the contact between the wheels and the ground and reduces the pressure. Even if the ground is soft, it can still travel normally and won't sink into the ground!"
Su Dingfang's eyes lit up. Didn't this mean that they could still travel normally on the prairie? He had been worried about entering the prairie to transport provisions, and the four-wheeled carriage in front of him gave him hope.
Meton waved his hand and a soldier pulled the eight-wheeled carriage that had been unloaded over for Su Dingfang to see.
Su Dingfang looked at the eight huge wheels and then looked at the ruts between the eight-wheeled carriage and the ordinary four-wheeled carriage. Indeed, the ruts were much shallower. He had once followed Li Jing to the Turks and naturally knew that the ground on the prairie could definitely withstand this force.
Su Dingfang looked at Merton with admiration. "The Mohist School of Mechanics is indeed worthy of its reputation."
Everyone knew that Meton had repeatedly emphasized that the core of the School of Mohism was mechanics. Today, Su Dingfang had truly broadened his horizons and witnessed the strength of the School of Mohism.
"This is nothing. The Mo Family is currently researching a new type of heavy vehicle. Once it succeeds, it will be able to carry up to ten thousand jin. Even if the road is muddy after the rain, it will still be able to move without any problems. " Meton said proudly. He was usually humble, but as long as it was about the School of Mohism, he would never complain about being high-profile.
"You can walk on a muddy road? Then I'll be looking forward to it. "
Su Dingfang didn't doubt Meton's words. Looking at the truck in front of him, he believed what Meton said. Nothing was impossible. "How many eight-wheeled carriages are there in the Mo Family Village? I'll take all of them. "Su Dingfang looked at the eight-wheeled carriage in front of him and couldn't bear to part with it.
Meton shook his head and said, "This is a carriage that I specially designed for the Firearms Supervisor. Currently, there are only ten of them. However, the carriages in the Mo Family Village can all be dismantled. The only difference between the four-wheeled carriage and eight-wheeled carriage is the size of the bearing shaft. If brother Su is interested, I can let the Mo Family Village work overtime to make the bearing shaft and send fifty Mo Jiazi brothers to Lanzhou. I guarantee that before the war, I can modify enough eight-wheeled carriages for brother Su."
"Then I'll have to thank brother Mo." Su Dingfang said gratefully. Today, he was able to obtain the grain transportation strategy and the multi-wheeled carriages to solve the transportation problem in the grassland. It was truly an unexpected surprise.
To be able to complete the task of transporting grain in an outstanding manner would definitely be a great merit. Su Dingfang secretly remembered this favor in his heart.
After Su Dingfang left, Meton looked at the eight-wheeled carriage in front of him. In this war, he naturally couldn't fight on the battlefield. The possibility of obtaining a military merit was very low. However, for the Mo Family, this was a great opportunity. He wanted to let the world see the power of the Mo Family.
"Brother Mo, we can start the test." Zu Mingjun said excitedly.
Meton turned his head and saw that all the boomerangs had been assembled and the bowstrings were fully loaded. They were just waiting for the order to fire.
He looked at the excited Zu Mingjun and sighed in his heart. In this world, he wasn't the only one who was racking his brains for his family's teachings. The other families were also the same.
Thinking of this, Meton's heart was suddenly enlightened. He walked to the front of the new boomerangs and smiled at Zu Mingjun. "Today, I will let the world see the power of knowledge."
"Fire!" Zu Mingjun shouted.
A buzzing sound was heard! A boomerangs with fifty pounds of stones flew out. Very quickly! A loud boom came from afar.
"Five breaths of time, the highest is twenty-five feet!" Zu Mingjun recorded the data in detail.
"Three hundred and fifty steps!" Xue Rengui opened his mouth in shock. A normal trebuchet could only reach about two hundred and sixty steps. Meton only had Brother Mo Jiazi modify it, and it increased by almost a hundred steps. How could he not be shocked?
Meton nodded in satisfaction. The boomerangs of the future could shoot up to three hundred steps with a hundred and fifty pounds of stones. Now, it was only fifty pounds of stones, so it could reach three hundred and fifty steps. Although there was still a lot of room for improvement, that was a matter for the future. For now, it was enough.
"Continue the experiment, raise the angle by five degrees." Zu Mingjun shouted.
Soon, the trebuchets were fired one after another. In this era, it was impossible to be very accurate. The only way was to test many times and find the closest number.
"Brother Zu?" Just as Zu Mingjun was counting, a surprised voice came from behind.
"Huaiyu?" Zu Mingjun looked up in surprise and saw a soldier covered in mud. It took him a long time to recognize that it was Qin Huaiyu.
"And Brother Cheng, Brother Yuchi, why are you here?" Zu Mingjun asked in confusion.
"It's all Meton's fault!" Cheng Chumo said angrily. He had been carrying bricks for many days, and only now did he realize how exciting life in the barracks was compared to carrying bricks.
"You're actually here to fix the wall!" Zu Mingjun looked at the three with sympathy when he heard the reason.
"Brother Zu, you have to be careful. Otherwise, you'll be sold by Meton and have to count the money for him." Yuchi Bao Lin said hatefully. He was the son of a duke, so he had never done such menial work before.
Zu Mingjun smiled bitterly. It was too late to say anything now. He had already fallen into the trap.
Meton snorted and said, "It's not a good habit to speak ill of people in front of them!"
These three didn't even try to avoid his face.
"Mo Jiu! The wall is finished. Can we go back now? "Qin Huaiyu looked coldly at Merton.
"Of course you can! Even if you don't leave, General Li's order has come. You can go back to the barracks now. "Meton laughed.
"I knew General Li wouldn't forget us!" Cheng Chumo suddenly felt like he had escaped death.
"That's because the Great Martial Exhibition is about to begin. Naturally, the three of you will be there to make up the numbers." Meton mercilessly exposed the three's good feelings.
"The Great Martial Exhibition!"
The three were overjoyed. They ignored Meton's sarcasm and shouted, "Brothers, the Great Martial Exhibition is about to begin. Let's go back to the barracks immediately!"
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