For several days, Wen Tianxiang's mood was a little dull. He saw the disappointment on the faces of Liu Zijun and Chen Longfu before leaving, but he didn't know what to do to keep the two from being disappointed.

Since the reorganization of the army in Baizhangling, the people around him have formed a habit, and if there is any difficult thing to find Wen Tianxiang, with the legendary "Book of Heaven" and the ability of Lord Wen, there is an answer to everything. At this moment, Wen Tianxiang himself was as confused and confused as the people around him.

Of course, Wen Tianxiang didn't know that the problem that was bothering him at the moment had actually puzzled several generations in another time and space. Wen Zhong and Wen Zhong's juniors will continue to be confused for a long time. Moreover, the insight and intelligence of these people are not worse than him, the champion of the Great Song Dynasty. He just wanted to solve these things once and for all by himself, so that the new Huaxia would be built on a relatively perfect framework from the beginning. Let me no longer fall into the cycle of rise and fall alternately, this is a responsibility that Wen Tianxiang undertakes while inheriting Wenzhong's memory.

He certainly couldn't find an exact answer. To be sure, the answers in Wen Zhong's memory are also fragmented, and many places cannot be justified at all. To the central government at the time, Wen Zhong demanded democracy. And he demanded absolute obedience to his party and the ideals he adhered to.

Wen Tianxiang can't do this. He envied the simple and unpretentious election that Wen Zhong remembered that could also be carried out by grabbing soybeans. But he couldn't believe in Wenzhong's ideal world harmony. He believes that the way to let the people at the bottom control the right to vote and select officials under the system has to face many disappointing realities.

The gap between ideals and reality always makes him wonder if he is wrong. But if he didn't continue to persevere, he couldn't see any difference between Da Song, who had become powerful with new weapons, and the original one.

If the power to appoint and dismiss an official is still in the hands of his superiors, and has nothing to do with the people. Then, the stronger the army, the more unscrupulous the officials may be in squeezing the people. Because at all times, the army is in the hands of the imperial court. Just like the current Great Yuan, it is so powerful that it is unrivaled in the world, but the people living under its rule are the most difficult and insecure in the world.

Chaotic thoughts haunted him, once again beyond his capacity. So much so that he, who has a relatively clear understanding of his own strength, forgets a very important thing. That is, it is too early to consider the question of how to govern the country at this moment, and there is still no definite answer to whether the Great Song Dynasty can survive under the blows of the Northern Yuan.

There are many people who are optimistic about the current situation, especially after Zou Wei waved his army to conquer Guangzhou, the morale of the army and the people was greatly boosted. Many people went to the Prime Minister's Mansion to offer advice, suggesting that Wen Tianxiang form another army, swear to the Northern Expedition, and take back the two Zhejiang, which had been combed by the broken army, and restore the old capital of the Great Song Dynasty, Hangzhou. Some people also suggested that Wen Tianxiang spread the word to the world, called on the heroes of the world to raise troops and Qin Wang, and took this opportunity to launch the last battle against the Northern Yuan. Under the shroud of the victorious atmosphere, some generals of the Broken Army who undertook the task of defending Fujian also became moved, and went to the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion one after another, asking for a decisive battle with Dachun. Even the Xing Dynasty, which was partial to Liuqiu, also sent Lu Xiufu to make a special trip back to discuss with Wen Tianxiang about moving the palace back to Fujian.

As far as he could manage his mind, a voice kept reminding Wen Tianxiang that Beiyuan would not be defeated so easily. But the current situation and the will of the people made him feel that victory might not be far away. At this moment, there is another exciting good news from the Academy of Sciences, the development of firecrackers that took a year has finally been completed, and the old man Lynn is rushing to Fuzhou along the Minjiang River with the first batch of finalized 500 firearms.

"Lao Wen, you've been getting thinner and thinner lately!" As soon as they met, Old Man Lynn greeted him with a smile. After more than a year, the old man's spirit became more and more vigorous, and he didn't know if his black face was sunburned on the road, or because of excitement, with a strong flush.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm this kind of physique, I can't carry a burden on my shoulders, I can't carry a basket in my hands. Unlike your old man, you can still move a sledgehammer in your seventies, which is similar to the old Huang Zhong in ancient times. How's that, tired on the road! Wen Tianxiang didn't feel sorry for Lynn calling him "Lao Wen" at all, and agreed with a family-like smile.

"You guys, don't talk about getting some food for the prime minister. Is it true that being a human follower is only about guarding against assassins? After greeting Wen Tianxiang, the old man Lin turned around and looked at Wan Yan Jingyuan and the others to rely on the old and sell the old.

'What's the matter with us!' The prime minister's amount of food is small, and we can't force the rice into his mouth' Yan Jingyuan thought depressedly, looking at Wen Tianxiang's thin appearance, a little guilt immediately surged in his heart. Cracked his mouth, and ran away on the pretext of helping his own soldiers carry the armor box.

"It's time to add a warm quilt to the prime minister, there are men around you, and it is inevitable that you can't take care of it!" Old man Lynn looked at Yan Jing and walked away, and said to himself. Since the day Baizhangling saw Wen Tianxiang, he didn't treat Wen Tianxiang as a prime minister. And this kind of friendly attitude also made Wen Tianxiang feel very comfortable. Talking to him is as casual as talking to your own family. So, among the subordinates of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Old Man Lynn has become the most special one, what others dare not say, he dares to mention, and others dare not interfere in things, he dares to meddle.

Of course, Old Lynn grasped this balance very well. I can't understand it, and he never interferes with state affairs without authority.

"That, that, I'll talk about it later! More on that later! Wen Tianxiang's irritable mood that lasted for many days was cleaned up by a few cordial greetings from Old Man Lin. Unconsciously blushed, and couldn't wait to divert the topic elsewhere.

His wife and children were all taken captive by Li Heng in the Battle of Gannan. His wife and son died in the middle of the escort, and their two daughters were confiscated by Kublai Khan as slave girls in the palace, and their lives and deaths have not been known since. After the Breakers gained a firm foothold in Fujian, there were constantly cronies and friends who wanted to marry him another wife, but he refused on the grounds that he was busy with state affairs.

Deep down, Wen Tianxiang can't forget his wife. At the same time, because of accepting Wen Zhong's memory, it is difficult for a virtuous and virtuous woman with good conduct and beauty in the eyes of others in this era to regain his eyes. In the past three years, the only thing that has made him feel tempted once is those few sentences of "long dry line". But the person who sang this song at that time was the one he couldn't marry. The identity, fame and status of the two are destined to be able to only look at each other with admiration, and they cannot go beyond Lei Chi.

"Later, you are only in your forties, and the days to come will be very long, so you can't live alone like this. Besides, if you are taken care of better, you can live a few more years. I told my old man about the good things, and I realized them one by one! Old man Lynn said in a strange tone like Wen Tianxiang's elders. He took a long wooden box from his entourage and handed it to Wen Tianxiang. "Take it, this is a firearm made by the old man himself, I have tried it dozens of times, and it will definitely not explode!"

Wen Tianxiang took the wooden box and opened it gently. A six-foot-long firebolt and a sharkskin sheath dagger lay quietly on the red silk. The barrel and dagger handle eroded by green vanadium oil (concentrated sulfuric acid, obtained by calcining green vanadium (ferrous sulfate) in ancient times) were illuminated by the sun, emitting a faint blue light.

A cold and swishing feeling rushed down from his head, and for a moment, Wen Tianxiang felt that his whole body was trembling. In the slowly blurred gaze, the years that Wen Zhong spent in the Yellow Cliff Cave appeared one by one.

The firearm in front of him is not the same as the "79" and "81" rifles made by Wen Zhong and others in the Huangya Cave, but the expectations for the rejuvenation of the country and the nation contained in the heart of the manufacturer are no different from each other for more than 700 years.

With Wenzhong's family background and background, he should have defected to the central government at that time, what drove him to stand on the opposite side of his family? Or even want to share your family property with the people around you? This is definitely not a chivalrous idea of "chariots and horses are light, and share with friends", but he had to choose this way for the sake of the country at that time.

At that moment, Wen Tianxiang once again couldn't tell which life was Zhuang Zhou and which life was a butterfly. If he could know why Wen Zhong made such a choice, maybe he would be able to understand the contradictions that had plagued him for days. But that era was too far away from this era, and Wen Zhong's shadow was like a fog, no matter how close he was close, he couldn't see it clearly.

Seeing that Wen Tianxiang's face kept changing all the time, Lin Zhong froze. He had never seen Prime Minister Wen in this state, he looked carefully at the fire gun in the box, and suddenly realized something, arched his hand apologetically, and explained: "Don't blame the prime minister, this fire gun is indeed very different from the original design, it is much longer, and the fire hole has also been changed to the side!" ”

As he spoke, the old man Lin Zhong took out the fire gun from the box and personally demonstrated its usage and the reasons for its improvement to Wen Tianxiang. "This, the fuse hole is placed on the side to protect against the rain. As you know, there is a lot of rain in the south, and it is easy to delay things. Last time, Zhang Hongfan took advantage of the rainy weather and the artillery was not easy to fire, and he caught everyone off guard. We put the fire hole on the side and cover it with an iron sheet, so that the rain will not get wet."

Wen Tianxiang's thoughts were pulled back from Zhuang Zhouxiao's dream, and with the introduction of Old Man Lynn, he returned to the lone rain cover on the side of the fire gun. At this time, he noticed that this firearm was very different from the one Xiao Zi had imagined, and the lighter and cannon points that were fired together were gone, replaced by a flint wheel on the side and a medicine wire hole.

"Arquebus" blurted out a name. Although Wen Tianxiang himself is ignorant of this, this word obviously occupies a very special position in Wen Zhong's memory.

"Arquebus, apt name!" Old man Lynn admired Wen Tianxiang's vision so much. He neatly turned out a black cloth bag from the corner of the wooden box, took out an inch long twist from the inside, stuffed it into the fire hole, and said while demonstrating: "The paper cannon is too small and easy to fall out." If the ignition hole is opened on the side, you can't use a cannon. Everyone thought about it for a long time before they came up with a way to use medicine twists. This thing is easy to make and easy to ignite. Cut into an inch-long arquebus, it reloads faster than a cannon. The flint wheel is also simpler than a lighter, and there is no need to pull back the spring! ”

As he spoke, the old man took out the paper-wrapped gunpowder and lead, stuffed it into the inner chamber step by step, closed the outer chamber, and handed the firearm back to Wen Tianxiang.

Wen Tianxiang took the firecracker, and the familiar feeling transmitted from the palm of his hand made his mood more and more agitated. Flat, aiming, pulled the trigger on the withered tip of an old tree stretching out in mid-air in the courtyard.

The flint reincarnation turned, rubbing out pale blue sparks. The medicine rope was ignited, and the flames instantly drilled into the fire.

"Ping!" The crisp sound of gunfire echoed in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the treetops in mid-air fell in response.

Wen Tianxiang took the medicine, loaded the ammunition, added the fire rope, and shot down one shot after another, and fired more than 20 shots until the fire rope in the box ran out. The officials who were working in various departments in the Prime Minister's Mansion were all startled by the gunshots, and stood under their respective roofs, watching Wen Tianxiang shoot wherever he was holding a fairy-like divine weapon, and they were stunned one by one.

"With such a sharp weapon, I'm afraid that the Mongols won't retreat!" In an instant, Wen Tianxiang's heart was full of self-confidence, and he handed the fire gun back to Old Man Lynn, and asked loudly: "Uncle, how far is the range of this thing, and what is the ratio of power to the Broken Bow?" ”

It may be that he was too smoky by the gunsmoke, the old man Lynn coughed a few times, and replied with a strong pressure on the discomfort of his body: "According to the ruler taught by the prime minister, it is about eight hundred meters." However, hitting that distance, it's basically a blind cat catching a dead mouse, purely relying on blindness. The distance that really has the right head and strength is within 250 meters, which is farther and more ruthless than a steel crossbow. Within 100 meters, it can penetrate the willow leaf armor and the Luo ring armor. It's just a bit more cumbersome to reload, slower than a steel crossbow. ”

"Slower than a steel crossbow!" Chief of Staff Zeng Huan asked in surprise. Just now, Wen Tianxiang demonstrated the use of the fire gun, and everyone patronized and marveled at the power of the fire gun and Wen Tianxiang's natural proficiency in using the fire gun. But I didn't notice that the whole process from loading to firing was much slower than that of a bow and arrow. Looking back, with the proficiency shown by Wen Tianxiang, for every projectile fired, the enemy could shoot three arrows, and if the opponent was a skilled archer, he might shoot more than four to five arrows. In this way, even with arquebuses, the army met the Mongol army on the plain and still had no advantage in the face of the Mongols' rain of arrows.

"Save material than a steel crossbow! Although the fire gun is slow to make, the projectile can be made of worthless lead seeds, and it is easy to build, and the elementary school apprentice can make hundreds of them a day. Steel crossbow is too expensive material, our Shaowu's iron ore, in the past two years of steel, most of them have made crossbow arrows, requiring high craftsmanship, not skilled hands can't do it, for the sake of secrecy, you can't subcontract the work to other workshops! Lynn glanced at Zeng Huan and shook his head to explain.

The birth of the arquebus embodies the efforts of all the people of the Academy of Sciences. In order to make a barrel that is not easy to explode, four craftsmen have been blown blind and ruined. Someone saw that the final product was still picking faults, which made Lynn very unhappy.

took back the arquebus from Wen Tianxiang's hand, took out the dagger from the leather sheath, and with a light stroke, with a click, the dagger was loaded on the barrel. After putting on a few fancy tricks in front of everyone, Old Man Lynn said: "If you are equipped with a musket, you don't need to be equipped with a knife." The tartar approached, put the dagger on the head of the spear, which was a ready-made flower spear, and directly overturned him. He ran away, I removed the knife, and by chasing with lead seeds, I saw how fast he ran, or if my projectile flew fast! ”

I don't know whether it was because of anger or fatigue, the old man's steps were a little vain, he gasped, and tried to stand firm with his musket, but accidentally fell to the ground.

"Uncle!" Seeing this, Wen Tianxiang hurriedly reached out to help. Old man Lynn smiled and pushed his hand away, and said, "When people are old, their legs and feet are not good." "I tried several times to stand up on my own, but I felt that my legs were getting weaker and weaker, as if they were no longer on my body.

Old Lynn was shocked, and used all his strength to get up, but he felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and he planted it straight down with one hand.

Wen Tianxiang hurriedly went to pick up the old man, and through the single clothes, he found that the old man Lynn's body was as hot as coals. Looking at the old man's forehead and the corners of his mouth, there is a faint blue-black throughout.

"Go get a doctor!" Zeng Huan shouted at the soldiers who were standing on the side. Although Old Man Lynn is unruly and likes to take care of the idle affairs of young people, his popularity in the Broken Army has always been good. Many of the low-ranking generals were his disciples and juniors, and if Old Lynn fell ill because of his ignorance and offense, then his own sin would be great. Not counting others, Xiao Zi, president of the Academy of Sciences, will be the first to rush to Fuzhou to find someone desperately.

"Charter, it's none of your business, he probably suffered from heat stroke on the way, he should get better soon!" Wen Tianxiang saw that Zeng Huan was in a hurry, and comforted him in a low voice. When he looked up at the entourage gathered around him and sent the firecrackers with Lynn, he found that many of them had flushed faces.

An ominous premonition quickly surged into Wen Tianxiang's heart.

Dr. Jin, who was plundered back by Li Xing from Liangzhejiang, hurried over with a medicine box. picked up Lynn's head and put it on his lap to look at it, rolled the old man's eyelids again, and suddenly reached out and pushed Wen Tianxiang aside.

"What's going on?" Wen Tianxiang was pushed to the ground, ignoring the rudeness of Dr. Jin, and asked in a low voice.

"Hurry back, scald your clothes in hot water, and rinse your mouth with white wine!" Dr. Kim raised his head and said to everyone. Pointing to Old Man Lynn, he then ordered: "Everyone who has been with him for more than two days is not allowed to leave, Lord Wen, hurry up and find a courtyard for his subordinates." If you want manpower, as long as you have studied medicine, you are not afraid of death, you want them all! ”

"How?" Everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion noticed that the test was not good, and asked in unison.

"It's the plague, the spring plague! If you don't want to get it, hurry up and change your clothes and rinse your mouth. Don't leave this yard for five days, and don't associate with others! Dr. Jin shouted hoarsely, but forgot that Lin Laohan, who was the most seriously ill, was lying on his lap at this time.

The Mongols' fatal blow came quietly. At the beginning of April, with the frequent good news from the front, news of a large number of people and soldiers falling ill came from Liancheng, Ninghua, and Qingliu one after another. Among them, Chen Hang, who fought against Dachun, suffered the greatest loss in his eyes, and almost half of the soldiers of the four standard men and horses were infected with the disease, so they had to give up the offensive against Shanghang and retreat to Longyan in Zhangzhou to repair.

Immediately, a large number of patients appeared in Yong'an, Shaxian, and Jianpu one after another, and even Mrs. Xu's Xing Song Army was infected. Immediately afterward, patients were found on the streets of Fuzhou and Zhangzhou, and many of them were fine working in factories one day and could not get up the next day. A good worker went to visit, but he fell ill.

Along the Jinjiang, Jiulong, and Minjiang rivers, the plague continued to spread at an uncontrollable rate.

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