RPAGF Chapter 196: The First Batch of Steel is Produced!
Chapter 196: The First Batch of Steel is Produced!
The moment the question was asked, the atmosphere in the room froze.
Mi Yueyao's smile also faded.
She neither admitted nor denied it, but simply looked at him quietly.
Seeing her silent demeanor, Zhang Fan already understood seven or eight parts of the situation.
He said helplessly,
"I admit that the Qin Dynasty had its tyrannical aspects in establishing its rule!"
"The pain of national subjugation is etched into my bones; I understand!"
Zhang Fan's voice became low and sincere.
"But have you ever thought about what the point of rebellion is?"
"And what will this bring?"
He looked at Mi Yueyao and coaxed her gently:
"Is it to restore the glory of the Chu state?"
"But now that the world is unified and the people yearn for stability, it is no longer the era of seven warring states!"
"With your current strength, trying to fight against the entire Qin Empire is like throwing an egg against a rock!"
"It's not just a difference in strength, it's an inevitable trend!"
"Even if—and I mean even if—you manage to succeed by sheer luck, so what?"
"Our forces will once again be engulfed in war, and the common people will be displaced and blood will flow like rivers!"
"Can you bear to watch those people of Chu who trust you and follow you die in vain for a vague dream of restoring their kingdom?"
Mi Yueyao's face began to turn pale little by little.
"Rebellion is not a dinner party, nor is it painting or embroidery!"
Zhang Fan's voice grew increasingly heavy.
"That was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a place where for a thousand miles no rooster crowed, and white bones exposed in the wilderness!"
"What you see is a continuation of the ancestral temples of the Chu state!"
"But what I saw was countless broken families, countless mothers weeping while holding their children's corpses!"
"not to mention!"
Zhang Fan's gaze sharpened. "The Qin Dynasty of today is not the Qin Dynasty of the past!"
"With the advent of potatoes, the Qin Dynasty will no longer have to worry about famine; with the mining of coal, the nation's strength will rise steadily."
"An iron torrent, the Qin army will be invincible!"
"What do you have to fight with?"
Mi Yueyao's body began to tremble slightly. She bit her lower lip tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, and her face was as pale as paper.
Zhang Fan's words revealed a bloody reality that she herself was unwilling to face.
Hope is slim!
But she had never felt so desperate and powerless as she did at this moment.
Much later.
Mi Yueyao could no longer hold back. She turned around abruptly, her back to Zhang Fan, and covered her mouth with her hand, suppressing the sob in her throat.
She didn't want him to see her weakness at this moment, nor did she want him to see her tears about to burst forth.
Looking at her trembling back, Zhang Fan's heart softened again.
History came to mind.
The fall of the Chu Kingdom has given rise to countless grievances!
"Even if Chu has only three households left, it will surely be Chu that destroys Qin!"
This is no joke!
In history, the true terminator was Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Chu!
At this moment, they should still be lying low in Wuzhong, Jiangdong, waiting for the right opportunity.
The woman before us is probably just one tributary of that undercurrent.
How do we solve this problem?
This is a huge problem!
Zhang Fan genuinely didn't want to get too involved with them!
But seeing Mi Yueyao, a frail woman, shouldering such a heavy mission of restoring her country, struggling to persevere.
In the end, a trace of reluctance arose in my heart.
He stepped forward, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently took her cold arm.
He advised in a low voice:
"Let bygones be bygones!"
"People must always look forward, for themselves and for those who are still alive..."
however.
Mi Yueyao, however, recoiled as if burned, abruptly pulling her arm back.
She didn't turn around or say anything. She simply wiped her eyes quickly with her sleeve, then strode towards the door without a word.
His steps were a little unsteady!
Mi Yueyao's figure quickly disappeared into the night.
Zhang Fan's outstretched hand froze in mid-air as he watched her resolute departure, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
"well……"
He withdrew his hand, stared at the empty doorway, and let out another long sigh.
I really hope that one day we won't become enemies!
Since you want coal!
Then give it to her!
Nothing serious should happen!
……
The next day, it was dawn.
Inside the factory area of Daqin Heavy Industry Plant No. 1.
It was already a bustling scene.
A massive blast furnace stands in the center of the factory, its opening radiating heat outwards.
Dozens of Mohist disciples, shirtless and covered in sweat, were working at their respective posts.
The temperature inside the factory was very high, and the air appeared distorted due to the high temperature.
On one wall of the factory building, eight large characters were written—
Safety in production is of paramount importance.
This was written by Mo Feng at Zhang Fan's instruction!
It sounds more formal!
at the same time.
Command Center of Bureau 749
The footage inside the factory is transmitted to the screen in real time.
The screen is divided into dozens of small sections, each displaying key data such as the blast furnace temperature, air pressure, and cooling water circulation system.
A dozen or so metallurgical and safety experts stood around the screen, looking tense.
"The furnace temperature has reached 1500 degrees Celsius, nearing the critical point! Attention all units!"
"The wind pressure is stable, the coke is burning completely, and the oxygen concentration is normal."
"Comrade Zhang Fan, please have the Mohists do a final check on the refractory clay seal at the iron taphole to ensure safety!"
An elderly expert gave a final remote command into the microphone.
Inside the factory, Zhang Fan, Fu Su, and Mo Feng stood on a high platform, all covered in sweat, their eyes filled with tension and anticipation.
With Zhang Fan relaying the instructions from the modern experts, everything was ready.
"Open the furnace!"
Zhang Fan took a deep breath and gave the order.
Several Mohist disciples, who were already prepared, worked together to pry open the taphole at the bottom of the blast furnace with a long iron spade.
"boom--"
With a dull thud, the refractory clay that had been blocking the blockage was broken open.
A stream of golden-red molten iron gushed out from the taphole.
A wave of heat hit us!
The molten iron flowed down the guide channel into the sand mold on the side.
It worked!
"It's a success!"
"We did it!"
No one knows who shouted first, but the entire factory erupted in a huge cheer.
All the Mohist disciples threw down their tools and embraced each other excitedly, releasing their fatigue and excitement from the past few days.
On the high platform.
Mo Feng stared in disbelief, muttering to himself:
"Awesome...that's really awesome..."
Fusu’s eyes shone brightly; this scene was simply too shocking!
This furnace has so much refined steel!
Zhang Fan's lips curled up slightly. With this steel, borrowing troops to fight against Japan would be much easier!
Which court official dared to contradict him?
Inside the 749 Bureau Command Center.
The moment the molten red iron gushed out, the entire hall erupted in excitement.
"We did it! We did it!"
"Steel smelting that spans two thousand years! We've done it!"
The experts embraced each other excitedly, and many of them had tears in their eyes.
Commander Zhu Feng clenched his fists tightly, a relieved smile on his face.