Evening II (B)

"History is not necessarily written entirely by man", at the same time, in another time and space, in 1941, a scholar in exile on the way to the west wrote in his diary: "If the theory of relativity is basically correct, then there must be a similar time and space outside of a time and space." It's like different dimensions in a multidimensional function, similar to each other, but not the same. If the existence of one dimension is projected onto the other, the impact on historical development will be earth-shaking due to the uneven development of each dimension."

As soon as he finished writing, the sound of humming engines sounded in the sky, and the Japanese bombers came again, and the scholar threw down his notebook, picked up his bags and hid in the green gauze tent.

The noise came from afar, the smoke was low and messy, and the old trees seemed to be frightened by the cries of the wind, and trembled by the roadside, but the remnants of the sky, mercilessly, stained it with blood. The procession of people of all colors approached, clasping tightly the small package on their shoulders, which was all they had, and they staggered, trying to let their lead-like legs take another step, this endless escape, perhaps no longer a flight, but a habit, from the north to the south of the Yangtze River.

Several refugees were squeezed down, without waiting for them to scream out, squeezed up from behind, it was the ** officers and soldiers with military hats on their heads who were missing, and the upside-down banner was dragged on the road, and the dust had smeared the big white day so much that I didn't know what to do, the old veteran dragged the flag, and there was a bloody foot, using the last trace of strength, sprinkling blood all the way.

Time and space are different, but the history is so similar that it makes people cry.

Of course, Wen Tianxiang didn't know what was happening in another dimensional space, and what he was thinking about now was how to change the fate of himself and his country. In Wen Zhong's dream, it was not only the impact of weapon manufacturing that brought him, but also the thoughts and military command knowledge that Wen Zhong had learned.

The army known as the Eighth Route Army, the predecessor can be traced back to Jinggang Mountain, this address Wen Tianxiang knows, in the northwest of Jiangnan West Road, not far from the Baizhang Ridge of Wuyi Mountain, where he is currently located. And in the same difficult environment, others can form an army, can defeat the opponent's encirclement and suppression again and again, and have the desire to liberate the whole of China, why can't you?

Could it be that the gap between the combat effectiveness of the Song soldiers and the Mongol soldiers is greater than the gap between the ** and the Japanese army?

No, with one-third of the combat strength of the Eighth Route Army, 100,000 soldiers and horses are enough for the Mongols to retreat to Mobei. Combining the scene in the dream and the reality in front of him, Wen Tianxiang knew that the gap between the millet rifle and the aircraft cannon was definitely greater than the gap between the physical strength of the Mongols and the Song people. Moreover, this gap in physical strength can be bridged by skill and training. A hundred years later, the same Han people, with primitive firearms, could drive the Mongols back to Mobei, and they could do the same.

Thinking of this, he was full of pride in his heart, regardless of the consternation of the soldiers, grabbed the drawings he had drawn on the table these days, and walked in front of Liu Zijun, the ordnance supervisor.

"Minzhang, look at these, this is a weapon map, do you understand?"

"This"? Liu Zijun hesitated, and the drawings flipped backwards one by one, he didn't dare to say anything to hit Prime Minister Wen Cheng, who had just woken up from a state of madness. These drawings with strange dimensions and materials were still incomprehensible to Rao who had been supervising the ordnance for a long time.

Zou Xun, the squire of the military department, quietly glanced at the generals and motioned for everyone to come forward to help. Prime Minister Wen had just woken up, even if he was lying, he had to be appeased, and he could not be allowed to fall into a coma again, causing the army's heart to collapse.

"This, it's an assault rifle, it can't hit far, and the reloading is slow, so it's okay to scare the horse, but it's not good to engage in battle", Xiao Mingzhe interjected next to him. Everyone is a "well-educated" person, who has a meritorious reputation, and they don't know much about what these rough people do in the ranks, not to mention the learning of hundreds of crafts that are cheaper than the ranks.

"This is an iron spear, but the blade is too long, it is easy to bend, and the spear body is too short, so it may not be easy to handle. But since the prime minister has drawn it, it must be of wonderful use, and it is beyond the comprehension of rough people like us", Zhang Tang, the leader of the People's Army, picked up a schematic diagram of a rifle with a bayonet on it, and replied seriously while examining Wen Tianxiang's face.

It seems that the prime minister has not fully recovered, and the defeat of the empty pit is too bad, and the blow is too heavy, so he tries to use the side door weapon to deal with the Northern Yuan Iron Cavalry. But this short bayonet could neither be supported on the ground nor form a repulsion formation. It is also not suitable for melee combat with infantry, unless it is equipped with a special set of marksmanship.

The other generals also gathered around, crouched by the bookcase, rummaging through the drawings. Designed by the Huangyadong Arsenal, the famous "79" and "81" rifles were turned aside, and no one could recognize the role of this thing except the bayonet on it, even if Wen Tianxiang had already marked the proportions of the parts and parts on the drawings, and replaced them with Song Dynasty sizes.

"This, I don't know, what about you"?

"I don't know this, it seems to be a stove used by people in the north", Zou Xun's deputy, Li Guida, known as a Confucian general, pushed away the drawings handed over by Du Hu and replied in a low voice, "Is this related to combat?"

"This, I don't know...". Xiao Mingzhe pulled his sleeve and motioned for him to speak quietly, so as not to embarrass the prime minister too much.

"This, we haven't seen it, we're coarse, and we don't read much......"

The moonlight slowly moved in front of the window, and Wen Tianxiang felt his blood getting cold a little bit. But in an instant, full of hope turned into despair, only one heart was not dead, stubborn pain.

The drawings of the mortar were turned over, the major invention of the Huangyadong Arsenal, and the drawings of the foot earth machine tool were put aside. Wen Tianxiang watched as the things that the arsenal was proud of in his dreams were piled up in the corner of the case by the generals one by one.

After all, they didn't have the same dreams as me, and I guess they didn't know what artillery was. Prime Minister Da Song smiled bitterly, eager to pull everyone out and let Zhao Shisheng smash them the head. It's a pity that Zhao Shisheng is no longer there, and his head is still hanging on the city wall of Ganzhou!

Just when he was about to collapse, he finally heard a heavenly response, and the scribe Xiao Zi held a drawing and shouted excitedly, "I know this, and I know that someone will do it."

"Yes", Wen Tianxiang was overjoyed in his heart, like a drowning man seeing a straw, he rushed over impatiently and took the drawings from Xiao Zi's hand.

It was a diagram of how a simple mine would be made. The process of making this kind of land mine is extremely simple, but it is a jar carved out of stone, stuffed with some gunpowder, and equipped with a simple ignition device. When firing, someone also needed to pull the fuse, which was an anti-Japanese product for the militia, and the Huangyadong Arsenal only used this kind of thing as a demonstration product for training technical personnel for the local guerrillas, and never made effort to produce it.

Xiao Zi's next words completely shattered Wen Tianxiang's dream. "This is a fire meteor, which can be used when defending the city, and it is put in croton, arsenic, and gunpowder, and it is lit and thrown out with a rope. It's said to be very powerful, but it's been lost for many years."

"Oh", the generals suddenly realized, and nodded at Xiao Zi again and again in admiration, in the end, it is the person next to the prime minister, who understands more.

Wen Tianxiang suddenly felt tired and wanted to fall asleep, never waking up. There's no hope, everyone probably hasn't even watched "Dream Creek Writings". When Wen Zhong in the dream was a teenager, he once said that since ancient times, China has invented more technology and less popularized it. Judging from the current situation, it is not true.

"Perhaps, this can be used, if the bow is made of stainless steel, it seems to be stronger than the divine arm bow, and now we don't have the six materials to make the bow", a voice came from the crowd, listening to Wen Tianxiang's ears, like a Sanskrit chant. It was Du Hu, a child of the family who had followed Wen Tianxiang for many years, finally pulled out a large pile of drawings and pointed and said. It was a kind of crossbow in Wen Zhong's memory, and when Wen Zhong was studying machinery at Chung-Ang University, he designed it according to the advantages of Qin crossbow and European crossbow. Originally, he wanted to produce it as a hunting tool and sell it to the villagers, but before his wish could be fulfilled, the Japanese invaded on a large scale, and this drawing was shelved. A few days ago, Wen Tianxiang was crazy about drawing a picture and accidentally traced it.

The European crossbow has a steel arm, a cover door, and no copper profile. Easy to wind but not easy to fire. Combined with the trigger technology in the Chinese crossbow and arrow technology, compared with the crossbow used in the Song Dynasty, it is indeed a technical and qualitative leap.

"Where are we going to get steel, now, the brothers can't even find knives in their hands", Zhang Tangweng, the leader of the Tanzhou Righteous Army, replied angrily, interrupting Wen Tianxiang's sweet dream again. He said the truth, after the rout of the empty pit, the remnants of the army are here, asking for money or money, food and food, like the righteous army under Zhang Tang, there is no enthusiasm for serving the country, and even the weapons and armor made of fine iron are not ready, let alone steel.

"When we were about to go up the mountain, a few people who had abandoned their homes and fled from the mountain gave us some heavy ones that could not be taken away, and I would take people to turn them over in a while, and there should be some large iron tools, which I had intended to use to make spears for the brothers, so it is better to borrow them first. If you can make good crossbow arrows, you won't be helpless when you encounter enemy cavalry." Zou Xun, the squire of the military department, said loudly, and looked at everyone again and again, eager to cover everyone's mouths and make them stop speaking. He really wanted to try the possibility of making crossbow arrows, and he didn't want Wen Tianxiang to destroy the hope of Xing Song in his heart.

"Try it, we'll have to stay in the mountains for a few more days anyway, waiting for the separated brethren to come up the mountain. Take this opportunity to rectify the situation", Wu Xizao was the first to understand Zou Xun's meaning, squeezed out a happy face, and added with a smile. As long as Wen Tianxiang wakes up, there is hope for everything. As for referring to these drawings to make some tricks, it can be regarded as a way to solve the prime minister's worries. Anyway, whether it succeeds or not, it can distract the hearts of the adults below, so that he can temporarily forget the pain of losing his wife and children.

Encouraged by the good news that the Prime Minister had regained his senses, everyone said a word from you and a word from me, and the discussion dispersed until the middle of the night. As a result of the discussion, Prime Minister Wen figured out the current predicament facing his ministry and fell into contemplation again. Among the hundreds of drawings, Du Hu and Liu Zijun picked out three sharp weapons that might be equipped in the distant future, a steel crossbow, a fire meteor, and a large assault gun (earth cannon). This is still under the repeated hints of the scribe Xiao Zi and the military department squire Zou Xun, who was afraid that the prime minister would relapse into madness due to excessive disappointment, so he deliberately left Wen Tianxiang face.

As for when these divine soldiers will be truly equipped, everyone knows, and there is no hope at all. The Great Song Dynasty Weapons Supervisor had already surrendered to the Northern Yuan Dynasty together with Lin'an City, and these things, if you think about it, you can't make them.

Bean-sized oil lamps, stirring in the pre-dawn darkness. Under the oil lamp, there were Wen Tianxiang's unwilling eyes. Outside the tent, the breeze blew through the forest for a while, rustling, rustling, urgent, and urging people to grow old.

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