After working in the mercenary line for ten years, Lan Wang learned a truth forged with blood:

To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself, and there must be no mercy for a woman at a critical moment.

But even after being the chief of the general staff in this plane and serving in the army for decades, he still can't forget the hell on earth at the gate of Wenjia's workshop when he was ten years old.

He had seen many scenes more bloody than that, but only that scene was clearly engraved in his memory.

Everyone in the field protection team became nervous in an instant, although everyone was mentally prepared, but this abnormal change was too unexpected. The team members looked at each other in some panic, and the human wall faltered.

"Everyone, don't mess around! We have nowhere to go, as long as the formation is out of order, we will be broken up by the mob, and everyone will be finished! Lan Wang saw that the situation was not good, and shouted.

The child's composure was like a shot in the arm on this occasion, and the team stabilized temporarily.

"Don't panic, everyone! Hold your ground! Wen Shili shouted, "Director Li, quickly sprinkle red powder!" ”

Li Changting, who was standing next to Lan Wang, was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and shouted, "Red pink! Smash it all out! Put! ”

Five improvised droppers set up behind the field guards were quickly filled with paprika packets. As soon as the operator stepped on the mechanism, the power arm of the dropper jerked up, throwing the "red pink" towards the surging crowd. Some of the powder packets exploded in the air, some fell into the crowd and burst, scarlet paprika splashed in all directions, and an eerie red cloud rose in the crowd, enveloping everything.

A large amount of extremely irritating powder penetrates into people's mouth, nose, eyes and even respiratory tract without any fear, and the spicy breath makes people cry and choke incessantly. Many people were directly blinded by the chili powder, fell to the ground and screamed, but in an instant, they were trampled by the crowd behind and lost their voice.

More and more paprika packets were tossed, and the rioting crowd quickly lost sight, hearing, smell and even taste, completely losing the ability to move. The people who had not yet been trampled to death and were in excruciating pain were twitching, wriggling, rolling on the ground, covering their faces and screaming, and the mushy liquid mixed with snot and tears flowed around, mixed with the pepper powder on the ground, and turned red again; Some people couldn't stand the clouds and mist formed by the chili powder and the purgatory-like scene, and screamed and tried to escape, but they were immediately squeezed down and trampled into meat by the crowd that was on the opposite impact. The whole picture reminded Lan Wang of the victims of the chemical poison he had seen in his previous life.

The momentum of the crowd trying to storm the Wenjia workshop was sluggish, and the impact was greatly reduced, but the paprika did not seem to stop as much as everyone in the workshop had expected—many of the mob fell, but the people behind were still pouring in, and the people in front were still being pushed and pushed into the workshop. Some people couldn't dodge, and were directly pressed to the sharp rejection horse, and were instantly pierced through the chest and abdomen, and died without looking away, and the blood flowed down the stake to the ground, cooperating with the red dirt on the ground.

Lan Wang realized that even if the chili powder was so powerful, it would be impossible to stop the mob from rushing in, and it was only a matter of time before all the horses were destroyed and pushed down.

There can be no hesitation at this time.

"Director Li! Throw lime! Young Master Lan shouted. Almost at the same time, Prince Wen's voice also sounded: "Hurry up and throw Bai Mo out!" I can't resist rejecting the horse! ”

Almost instantly, several cloth bags crossed the air in a graceful arc and fell into the crowd.

In Lan Wang's eyes, the lime powder bag flew so slowly, as if in slow motion, as if it could be caught directly with a stretch of hand.

The powder packet bursts. The white powder splattered like chili powder earlier, and the lighter dust steamed upward, mixing white and red, first red and white, and then completely mixed and then taking on an eerie pink color.

Lime powder works similarly to chili powder, but it is even more intense – if chili powder just makes people cry, lime powder can directly blind or cause respiratory infections. The lime dust covered their faces, rubbed their eyes, let out eerie screams, and fell to the ground with weakness and rolled or scurried around. This time, the powder packet was deliberately aimed at the back of the crowd, and the thugs who had not yet been affected by the "chili bomb" just now, and the momentum of the crowd's wild run slowed down again.

However, the crowd was not dispersed, and continued to move towards the workshop gate at a slow but determined pace. By this time, two of the three rejections had been destroyed, and most of the rioting crowd was already inside the door, and the craftsmen could already see the horrible faces of the mob, whether they were hideous, crazy, twisted, or frightened. The guards who pulled up the human wall were like facing a great enemy, clutching the shields and wooden sticks in their hands, staring at the hands and feet of the rabble in front of them, who had almost completely lost their minds, and pushed away the horses with rolling belts, and even stepped on the shoulders and heads of the people in front of them and poured into the workshop. At this time, even if he was as calm as Prince Wen, fine beads of sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead, and Lan Wang could even clearly see that a young team member beside him was pale, and his hands and shoulders were trembling.

If the traverser doesn't take further measures, then the human wall formed by the 100 guards is the last line of defense between the thugs and all the belongings of Wenjia Workshop!

The Lan family knew that it was time to use a killer weapon.

Theoretically, the anti-riot equipment prepared by Wenjia's workshop should be non-lethal – even though chili pepper powder and lime powder can cause some irreversible damage to the human body, neither powder should be fatal, at least not when used alone.

However, if a large amount of lime powder is mixed with water, the heat released in a short period of time is even enough to steam the eggs. At this temperature, the skin of the human body is bound to be burned even if it is not cooked.

Coincidentally, there happened to be a fire truck filled with boiling water in the workshop.

Coincidentally, these fire water trucks are now under the jurisdiction of Lan Wang and Zu Shangshu.

Many years later, Lan Wang would regret many orders he had given in his life, but none of them included the one given in the Wenjia Workshop.

Young Master Lan and Zu Shangshu glanced at each other.

The traverser saw the almost cold firmness in Zu Yuan's eyes.

So he knew what to do.

"Fire water trucks! Dispel the crowd! Put! ”

Wenjia Workshop's "fire truck" is actually a simple water pump that uses the siphon effect to pressurize the high-pressure steam generated by the boiler. On the original plane, in 677 AD, the Byzantines used a more primitive human-powered version of the pump to eject preliminarily refined oil, thus creating a weapon feared by the enemies of the Eastern Roman Empire, Greek fire.

The Byzantines used to burn the Arab fleet besieging Constantinople with the flames of a siphon pump; In this plane, several traversers also use this kind of pump, which doesn't seem to be very high-tech, but they spew boiling water.

Several boilermen quickly closed the boiler pressurization valve of the fire water truck, and immediately opened the nozzle valve connected to the faucet through the hose; The craftsman in charge of operating the faucet aimed the faucet with the handle at the crowd that rolled like a turbid current. Several jets of hot water erupted under the pressure, rushing like dragons towards the mob at the door of the workshop. Suddenly, the heat roared, the steam rose, and the water slammed mercilessly into the crowd.

This column of water sprayed under pressure from the original boiler is certainly not comparable to the high-pressure water cannon specially used by the original plane for riot suppression, but the high-pressure water gun sprays water at room temperature, while the water hose of the workshop sprays boiling water. The crowd that was still pouring into the workshop let out a scream that was not like a human voice as soon as it touched the boiling water, and many people's skin quickly became red and swollen and blistered in a short period of time. The lime and water that had been splashed on the thugs before mixed to release heat, and a large amount of white mist quickly evaporated from the victims' bodies, and the water, which had been slightly cooled, even boiled again on the surface of the human body. The howls resounded through the sky, and the mob, which had been marching in unison, instantly scurried in all directions like headless flies, and in addition to the choking red and white clouds that were still suspended in the air, there was also a peculiar aroma of meat when it was cooked.

Almost everyone immediately reacted to what the scent was coming from. Several members of the team couldn't stand this miserable situation, and turned around on the spot to cover their mouths and retch.

To be honest, Lan Wang also overestimated his psychological endurance of bloody scenes in this life. He thought that with his own experience, it would be okay to do something ruthlessly. But I don't know why, when he saw this purgatory-like picture, the ten-year-old boy still couldn't help but beat faster and his face was pale.

He turned his head to see that the two old foxes, Zu Yuan and Wen Shili, were still calm and calm, and their faces did not change, just coldly watching the thugs disperse.

"It's really two old goblins, both of them have experienced a big scene! Although one is a prince and the other is a scholar, he can still be so calm in the face of this kind of scene... ”

Unable to allow Lan Wang to continue to speculate, Wen Shili shouted: "All the guards obey the order!" Banish the mob from Wenjia's workshop! ”

He roared: "Kill! ”

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Although the footsteps were still a little hesitant, the men of the field protection team still pounced on the mob that was still wandering aimlessly in the field like a tiger, and the shouts of killing shook the heavens and the earth. Most of the thugs who were still alive and not seriously injured had completely lost their sense and judgment, and simply roamed back and forth like geistes, until the sticks of the team rained down on their heads and shoulders, waking up like a dream, screaming and fleeing. The scene of dozens or hundreds of young men launching a counter-assault on the enemy is undoubtedly spectacular, and many feet wearing cloth shoes step on the ground that has been dyed red and white by powder, stirring up a splash of red and white water; The mob fled in a hurry the way they had come, ignoring the internal organs, minced meat, corpses, and wounded people that had been trampled underfoot.

Lan Wang was still thinking about whether he should rush forward, and he had already seen Prince Wen rushing towards the remnants of the mob with a wooden stick with a thick arm, and screamed at the remnants of the mob with a rare agility of a fat man.

The vast majority of people ran away in the blink of an eye.

Young Master Lan knew that it would not be his turn to play in this good show.

In the restaurant in the distance, the middle-aged man left his seat with a dark face and walked straight downstairs.

"Hou Ye, Hou Ye, you are... The gangster leader, who was already trembling like chaff, couldn't say anything - things were messed up, and they were smashed like this! The killing god in front of him is not happy, it is easier to kill himself than to crush a bedbug!

The middle-aged man didn't look back, and said coldly: "Just as you said, let your young masters play!" If it can't be done well, I'm afraid that the old man will have to reconsider whether the military power of Yangguan Town will be handed over to the Lan family's second and third rooms in the future! ”

The leader nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, yes!" Obey Hou Yejun's order! The little ones will do it! ”

Over there, the guys from Wenjia Workshop have begun to clean up the battlefield. The red and white paste was scraped away, the stumps, severed arms, and other human tissues were collected and cleaned away, the debris of the horses was moved aside, and the water wheels were refilled with water to wash away the stains that were difficult to clean. Most of the injured were mobs, but those who could catch their breath were dragged by the craftsmen of the workshop to the reed mats in the open space on the side. Prince Wen shouted at Lan Wang from afar, saying that if he wanted, he would trouble him to heal these people, and if he didn't want to, let these people fend for themselves, "If the Wenjia Workshop is broken again, a few burns of silver can still be afforded!" The prince shouted.

Lan Wang's mouth responded, but his eyes turned to the ancestral Shangshu beside him.

Zu Yuan squinted slightly, stroked his long beard, and said to Lan Wang: "Well, you kid is good, the mountain collapses in front of you and does not move, you have the talent of a general!" ”

Lan Wang said modestly: "The ancestral book is too famous. If it weren't for the helpers invited by Shang Shu today, the juniors wouldn't know how busy they would be just to heal the wounded! ”

"The old man can't see through you more and more." Zu Yuan turned around and looked down at Lan Wang with a very serious and scrutinizing eye, "The old man has been an official in the court for many years, and he has read countless people, and he has seen a lot of so-called prodigies, and there are many talented people, but there is such a city like you... There is no one in 10,000. Not only that, but today's scene is so tragic that even children and adults may not be able to handle it calmly! How did you, a boy in your early teens, manage to be so calm? ”

Zu Yuan laughed: "You kid can't use common sense anymore. If you have the opportunity, the old man would like to meet your parents for a while to see what kind of outstanding person can give birth to a unicorn talent like you! ”

"Mr. Shang Shu has raised up the juniors! However, Jia Yan Jiaci really wants to meet Mr., and it is really a blessing for my Chen family to get acquainted with Mr. In order to continue to disguise and not show flaws, Young Master Lan could only temporarily change the surname of his entire family.

Taking advantage of the gap between cleaning the battlefield, the old and the young exchanged a few more words, Lan Wang felt that the time was enough, so he casually asked a question he had always wanted to ask: "The younger generation dares to ask Zu Shangshu, why did you return to your hometown in advance?" The younger generation heard my father mention, has entered the old age but still remains as a scholar, prime minister, I don't know how many people in the history of the dynasty, you are still young and strong, even if you want to be a scholar, today's saint must be retained, right? ”

It's a pretty explicit question. Lan Wang's choice to ask at this time was mainly because he expected to have a better chance of getting an answer in the current situation—in psychology, people are naturally inclined to trust those with whom they have been through difficult times.

The traverser had always been curious about who the person named "Master Father Haolan" he mentioned when he and Zu Yuan met for the first time, and why Zu Shangshu insisted without thinking that it was this person who wanted to kill him through some extremely cold thing. Out of a mercenary instinct and intuition, Lan Wang always felt that the series of events around him were not completely isolated: his assassination a year ago, someone wanted to assassinate Zu Yuan, the explosion of the machine in the Wenjia Workshop, and the storming of the workshop by the mob, these things seemed to be unrelated when viewed separately, but Young Master Lan still always felt that there was a thorn in his heart, and there was always a voice in the dark telling him that there was a ghost in it. He seemed to be able to feel that this series of events was hinting at the fact that since he crossed over, there was an invisible giant hand that had been lurking in the shadows, trying to strangle him all the time!

"Could it be that those metaphysical theories such as the so-called 'crossing and counter-erosion' and 'space-time perturbations' are correct? Could it really be that there is an invisible force that is specifically working against the traverser?! ”

Although intellectually Lan Wang didn't want to believe in this possibility, he still had to check it, he had to check it. The name "Master Father Haolan" is a good breakthrough at the moment, but it's a pity that Lan Wang can't ask too straightforwardly, so he can only start with a close topic first.

"Hehehe, you kid has learned to make fun of the old man! The old man is fifty and seven this year, even if he is not old, he is definitely not in the prime of life! Shang Shu looked at the guys who were busy cleaning the door of the workshop, and responded with a smile, "As for why the old man is a scholar, the reason is not very complicated, it is nothing more than that the court is no longer an official place, and it can no longer accommodate my old and decayed brush!" ”

"What do you mean, sir?" Lan Wang pretended not to understand, but in his heart, he already understood a little.

"The old man used to be a scholar in three books, and he thinks he knows a little bit about being an official, and he has seen a lot of deceit in officialdom. But ten years ago, the endless chaotic political disputes in the court were really the only ones that the old man had seen in decades. Zu Yuan's voice carried a hint of sadness, "If it's just these, those in high positions don't seek merit but seek no fault is the only way to protect themselves, and the old man is just a novice for a day." It's a pity... In that big case, how many heads fell to the ground, and the whole south was stained with blood... ”

Lan Wang knew that the key information was finally coming.