Chapter 332: The Porter of Technology

Moreover, according to the original work, this Princess Jinzhi was quite good in both appearance and character.

Excluding her figure and appearance, which met the preferences of boys with normal orientations,

this Princess Jinzhi's personality was also extremely chaste and resolute.

In the plot of Song Jiang conquering Fang La, "Little Whirlwind" Chai Jin, in order to increase the winning percentage of the Liang Shan troops,

did not hesitate to risk his life, using the pseudonym Ke Yin to infiltrate the interior of the Fang La regime as an undercover agent.

Because of his outstanding appearance and talent, plus his wealth that was not worth mentioning,

he was finally taken a fancy to by Fang La, recruited as a son-in-law, and married Fang Jinzhi, Fang La's only daughter.

However, when Chai Jin's identity was exposed, and they broke through the Holy Duke State's stronghold, Bangyuan Cave, from the inside and outside,

causing a huge flaw in Fang La's anti-encirclement battle,

Princess Jinzhi learned of her husband's true intentions and chose to hang herself.

Such a chaste and resolute woman who was unwilling to live in the world was worthy of Zhang Jie's high regard.

Moreover, for the sake of Jiangnan, even if Princess Jinzhi were as ugly as a dinosaur,

and had a personality like a Sichuan-Chongqing tyrannosaurus, he could still pinch his nose and take her into the palace.

As an emperor, he should have this much breadth of mind.

Jiangshan and beauty, Jiangshan and beauty; with Jiangshan, are you afraid of not having beauty?

At worst, he wouldn't favor her later, just out of sight, out of mind,

and set up a sign to attract people's hearts, wouldn't that be enough?

The palace is so big, with so many rooms and courtyards, can't it accommodate a Princess Jinzhi?

"This servant will go and let them reply."

Li Dequan, after receiving the order, hurried to the newly established Great Gan Communications Department to give a reply.

"Why is there still no movement?"

"How long do we have to wait?"

While Zhang Jie was making his reply, on Fang La's side in Hangzhou,

some impatient people couldn't sit still.

This "beep, beep, beep" sound was quite interesting at first,

but as time went on, this monotonous sound became boring.

Besides, this was a major event concerning their lives; how could they not be anxious?

Most of them were not afraid of death, but this feeling of waiting quietly to be judged,

as if waiting to die, was truly too hard to describe.

"Even at the fastest speed, it should take a few hours, right?"

Some generals began to guess based on the speed of fast horses in the army.

Eight-hundred-mile urgent messages, changing horses but not riders, could travel eight hundred miles a day and five hundred at night. Even if this electric,

telegram used the divine power of thunder and lightning that only gods in myths could master,

this speed was probably only seven or eight times faster, right?

Clearly, this person's vision was limited by the era,

not knowing the terror of the speed of electromagnetic waves, which is the same as the speed of light.

The speed of light in a vacuum is a terrifying 299,792,458 meters per second (m/s),

usually approximated as 3×10^8 m/s, a speed sufficient to orbit the Earth's equator 7.5 times in one second.

"Silence!"

Seeing that his subordinates were somewhat unable to restrain themselves, Fang La frowned and said in a deep voice.

Couldn't these fools see the importance of this "beep, beep, beep" device?

With this thing, even if the Gan Emperor sat on the dragon throne in the deep palace of Bianjing,

he could send his will to the border thousands of miles away within a short time,

and "the general is abroad, the monarch's orders may not be accepted," or even holding military power independently, would become history.

From now on, Great Gan would have only one voice, and that would be the Gan Emperor Zhang Jie's voice;

and there would be only one will, and that would be the Gan Emperor Zhang Jie's will!

Under such arm-like control, with orders coming from the mouth of a wise and martial monarch,

who else in the world could be the opponent of Great Gan, or rather, the Gan Emperor Zhang Renjie?

The Heirloom Seal of the Realm lying quietly in the wooden box had already told them,

their Holy Duke State couldn't do it, the Western Army couldn't do it, the Great Song couldn't do it,

and the Great Liao, which once made the Central Plains unable to breathe, still couldn't do it!

Wang Yin, Pang Wanchun, Deng Yuanjue, and others also looked at the wireless radio station with deep eyes.

They knew that the era belonging to their Holy Duke State had ended before it even arrived,

and the next era was called Great Gan, and the protagonist of the next world would not be their Holy Duke,

but only that Great Gan Son of Heaven who sat in Bianjing,

and could make them, these proud and fierce generals, only bow their heads and submit!

"Fortunately, fortunately, we are also one of them immediately."

At this moment, they were extremely glad that the Great Gan Son of Heaven greatly appreciated them and chose to recruit them instead of wiping them out;

their Holy Duke Fang La also chose to surrender instead of resisting to the end and fighting to the death.

After all, judging from the unfathomable foundation Great Gan had shown,

the fish would definitely die, but the net would definitely not break.

A mantis trying to stop a chariot was not enough to describe the huge gap in strength between the two sides.

"Beep, beep, beep, beep."

"Report to Master Qin, a reply from the Bianjing main station!"

At this time, the indicator light of the wireless radio station flashed again.

"Good, good, quickly translate it."

Qin Gui, who was also somewhat anxious but had to pretend to be calm,

not daring to show any impatience, urged eagerly.

This reply concerned not only the fate of Fang La and the others but also his own future.

Fang La and the others only lost their lives, but he, Qin Gui, lost his vast and bright future!

Brush, brush.

The signal soldier picked up a pen and translated the telegram according to the code in a few strokes.

As for what code he used?

For convenience, Zhang Jie naturally used Morse code, which is known for being simple, easy to learn, and easy to use.

Well, this is actually easy to copy, after all, it's easy to remember~

Zhang Jie: I don't invent technology, please call me the porter of technology~

"Marquis Fang, good news, good news!

The Emperor, with his benevolence like heaven, has already agreed to your request."

Qin Gui, who had scanned the reply in one glance, immediately reported the good news to Fang La with joy.

Fang La didn't care about anything else, walked down from the main seat quickly, and took the telegram from Qin Gui's hand.

After reading it in two or three glances, his face was also full of joy.

Now, they finally had a foundation in Great Gan,

instead of being duckweeds that would be blown away by a little wind and wave.

"The Gan Emperor is indeed generous and is the first wise monarch of the world!"

The other generals were also full of joy.

In their words, Zhang Jie had already surpassed the Han and Song ancestors and began to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Han and Tang emperors. ===== CHAPTER 333 =====