Zhang Wen scratched his head and said: "It's really like this, thunder arrows and thunder are both things that can kill in a range, and in this environment, it is easy to dodge." ”

Li Shimin: Oh? He asked, "You mean, in the battle of the Great Army, gunpowder weapons are the most lethal, but they can't deal with stragglers, right?" ”

"Your Majesty." Zhang Zhongqing didn't know when he rode close to the car window, and continued: "In the state of having a solid cement city, even if there are thousands of enemies, they cannot be feared, and if they are scattered to fight, only thunder arrows can be used. ”

As he was talking, the dragon shadow lying on the roof of the carriage slapped the board three times.

Leng Feng immediately lifted the curtains and got on the roof of the car.

The dragon shadow pointed to the southwest direction and said, "The grass in the southwest direction has traces of smoke. ”

Zhang Wen also got on the roof of the car and said: "Before the Divine Fire Sect acts, it will make a fire to worship, believing that the divine fire will not be extinguished and the light will last forever." ”

Li Shimin's skills were a little worse, and it took two forces to get on the roof of the car, and ordered: "Then let's go over there and see if they can eat us!" ”

Between the words, the commander's arrogance is still undiminished.

The Eastern Turks had just been pacified, and the road leading to Chang'an by the Wei River was still barren and grassy, which provided an excellent venue for ambush warfare.

A rocket shot out of nowhere, Zhang Wen took the small shield in his hand and waved it casually, blocking the rocket to the side, less than a stone of arrows shot by a soft bow, and even leather armor could not be shot.

In the grass, hundreds of Hu people lifted the turf on their bodies, brandished their scimitars and howled.

Li Shimin lit the fuse and took the bow to draw the arrow, and shot the first arrow first, Li Shimin, who knew the effect of the thunder arrow, did not shoot at people, but at the top of the heads of the Divine Fire Sect assassins.

Boom!

After the thunderbolt exploded, fragments shot out in all directions, and many assassins covered their heads and wailed, and some even fell to the ground.

This kind of battle does not need to be accurate, Zhang Wen took three thunderous arrows in Li Shimin's laughter, and shot them without looking at the head.

This is a naked (crab) ravage, a massacre, such a battle situation is like the Eight-Nation Alliance's war of aggression against China when dealing with the Eight Banners cavalry, the power of firearms, far more than bows, arrows, knives and guns, this is no longer a gap that force and courage can make up.

The thunderbolt was already on the bow, but Leng Feng didn't shoot it for a long time.

It's not that it's unbearable, but it's boring.

Surrounded by the Dragon Tooth Army and the Xuanjia Army, the remnants of the Divine Fire Sect assassins who were frightened by the explosion had already been unable to fly, and an almost farcical assassination was also announced.

……

There are eight classes in the Tianwen Academy, but there are only six arithmetic teachers, which is still counting the number of Li Chengqian's brother and Yan Liben, who are learning and teaching at the same time.

The scene of the Hu people of the Shenhuo Sect who could not resist in the face of thunder and thunder arrows is still vivid. There is no need for firearms, and the invention of the Thunderbolt alone can make the cold weapon troops almost desperate.

If you want Datang to continue to be strong, then you must cultivate fresh blood, so that the little to pitiful knowledge brought by future generations can take root and sprout.

Leng Feng, who had returned from the scene of the Divine Fire Sect's assassination, completely calmed down and devoted all his energy to teaching.

These students cherish the hard-won opportunity very much, listen carefully in class, ask questions after class, and none of them are lazy.

Each of these students deserves a certificate of "Three Good Students"!

Speaking of awards, we have to mention the scholarship of the Tiwen Academy.

There is a rural boy surnamed "Bo" in the first class with a nickname called Danhuaer, and after the start of school, Han Chongwen drew up a big name for him, and he was called Bo Danhua.

Every Friday, the meal is sealed and taken home the next day for the younger siblings at home. According to him, the food at home is always not enough, and he can only eat some nests and drink some gruel, if it weren't for his lack of a meal at home, sometimes he can't eat two meals a day.

For such a student, Mr. Han Chongwen always couldn't help but pay out of his own pocket, but Leng Feng stopped the old man.

"Sir, there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world, and you are doing so without suffering from the lack of wealth. Well, I'll pay for it, but the one who can get the money must be the best student in the eight classes. ”

So, after the morning exercise one morning, Han Chongwen, as the dean, released a powerful message:

"Students from poor families who are academically motivated can apply for the scholarship list. Every six months, the Academy of Arts will hold a test, and the top three students can get 50, 40, and 30 prizes in turn!

Remember, this is not a handout from the Academy, but an opportunity for you to earn face. ”

As soon as these words came out, the poor students immediately cheered, thirty times, this money is enough for their family's expenses for three years!

Compared to the cheers of the poor students, the rich children are not happy, although this is the help of the Academy of Literature to the poor students, but they also hope to get a reward!

Chen Kun, the young shopkeeper of the Jiangnan Fabric Art Workshop, said to Han Chongwen: "Dean, it is unfair for you to do this, the classmates of the poor family need help, this is the opportunity you gave them, but we rich children also have to compare." ”

Han Chongwen knew that Chen Kun was also a motivated child, and he also knew how rich his family was, so he said with a smile: "Your family has been rich for many years, and it is not shameful to win fifty times to go home." ”

Chen Kun smiled: "The dean can exchange prizes!" If the student is lucky enough to get the first, how about having Dean Lao write the sacrificial text of the ancestor worship at home in the coming year? ”

Han Chongwen smiled bitterly: "The old man's sacrificial essay can't be sold for fifty times, but if you can win the crown, the old man will be you!" ”

Chen Kun was overjoyed, Mr. Han Chongwen is now the most prestigious among the scholars and literati, and it is a supreme honor for his old man to write the sacrificial text.

Chen Kun was here fantasizing about the surprise scene when he got the sacrificial text written by Mr. Han Chongwen, and Leng Feng had already jumped up in surprise after receiving a letter in the office!

"Leng Feng: After a long time, I don't know if I am healthy? Lingnan and his travel, although they had to trek, were in danger after all.

The medicine of Panax notoginseng has been found, and the strange effect of the medicine is the only thing that can be seen in the old way! Crude wound medicine, although not as good as your white medicine, but not far away.

After Mrs. Xian of Lingnan, Feng Ang treated me very politely, and in October at the latest, he will accompany him back to Beijing......"

That's great! This old guy is still alive! This was Leng Feng's first thought when he received the letter.

It's no wonder that Leng Feng would think that Sun Simiao might burp, in this damn era, acquaintances may be taken away by tigers when they leave the village, and they may encounter robbers who "kill and bury" when they leave the county. Chang'an to Luoyang is already a long journey, and if it is farther, a separation is really likely to be a permanent trick.

Recommend a song. Rebirth...... Other than that...... The plot of the first few chapters is so jumpy, all because the old grandson is coming back soon.

(End of chapter)