In the middle of the night, outside the Shendu, near Luang Dan Mountain, I saw that the soldiers of the Shenwei Army had blocked this place, and in the depths of the mountain range, with a sudden explosion, suddenly the rocks were splashed, startling a flock of birds.

After the smoke and dust dissipated, in the distance of a clearing surrounded by mountain cliffs and gravel forests, Yuan Xi, Ma Jun, Zhang Nan, and Hu Niu'er were all here, but at this moment, they did not have the slightest smile on their faces, but their faces were solemn, as if this amazing scene was covered by something.

Yuan Xi sighed, looked up at the stars in the sky, and closed his eyes with a sad expression.

It was when he hurried in the afternoon, and the same loud bang shook his heart.

Eventually, he saw blood all over the floor, and a man covered in wounds from the bombing, and five doctors from the Tai Hospital were treating him in great fear.

"Your Majesty, Minister, Minister has finally done it, the design of the Thunderbolt has been preliminarily completed, all the information has been recorded, as long as the Tiangong Divine Academy is carefully studied, it will be able to be used in actual combat, but, but remember not to spread to the people, otherwise it will be a great disaster, Your Majesty, Your Majesty" A weakened voice echoed in his mind again.

"It's the minister's fault, and the minister's sin deserves death"

At this time, Zhang Nan suddenly knelt heavily on the ground, with a look of shame, and woke up Yuan Xi in his memory.

Originally, everything was fine, but I didn't think that when Yuan Xi arrived, Mo Jin experimented with the thunderbolt again in order to ensure that Yuan Xi was not disappointed, and this time, because the lead was wet, the time delay of the explosion, and Yuan Xi was coming, an apprentice was in a hurry, and wanted to take a look, Mo Jin hurriedly stopped it, but at this moment, the thunderbolt exploded, and Mo Jin was pierced by the iron pieces flying everywhere in order to protect his apprentice.

Since Mo Jin participated in the Juxian Pavilion and was valued by Yuan Xi, he has been strongly protected by the military commanders, and everything arranged is the best, and even more than two medical officers accompany him every moment, and dozens of military commanders kill and protect him when he goes out, but he didn't expect that when he was about to achieve a brilliant life, he died in vain.

His name is not even known to a few people.

"It's none of your business, maybe that's the price! The present life of Thunderbolt will change the world, I am sorry for Mo Jin," Yuan Xi sighed deeply.

"Your Majesty, this can't be blamed on you, Your Majesty's attention to the talent of research, is any first emperor in ancient and modern times, has never had, you once said, innovation requires the spirit of sacrifice, although Mo Jin he is unfortunate, but he left behind is indeed a greater wealth than anything, the minister will inevitably inherit his last wish, with the strength of his life, the thunderbolt and the cannon are completely combined, and the research of my Daxi's real weapon to protect the country" Ma Jun said firmly.

Thunderbolt, the body is thick and contains gunpowder, the shell is wrapped in pig iron, the fuse is on, and the length of the lead is determined according to the distance of the target when used, and the pig iron shell can be blown into pieces after detonation, and the power is very amazing.

However, at present, thunderbolts can only explode at fixed points, and cannot attack from a distance, because this degree of certainty has to go through countless experiments.

Yuan Xi nodded, and said: "Immediately pass the order to go down, posthumously seal Mo Jin as the protector of the country, from today on, in the Tiangong Divine Courtyard, in addition to the portrait of me and you, also have to hang his portrait, so that he will be revered by all generations, the name of this Mo Gong."

"No!"

"Does Mo Jin have any heirs?" asked Yuan Xi at this time.

"No, although His Majesty has rewarded him with many beauties, he generally rarely enjoys them, and has always put all his mind on studying Thunderbolt, he said, His Majesty is so kind to him, he must not give up, must not delay, but he has returned to his hometown and given most of his rewards to the villagers" Zhang Nan said sadly.

"Immediately send an order to Qingzhou Mansion, change his hometown, for Mojin Village, erect a monument and erect a statue, at this time of year, the officials of all prefectures, counties and counties in Qingzhou Mansion have to pay respects, and they have to go to visit the villagers of Mojin Village, and Mojin Village will become a famous place for my Dayan" Yuan Xi instructed, this is the only thing he can do at present.

"No!"

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A few days later, in a small mountain village under the plain county of Qingzhou Prefecture, I fell into a state of sadness.

In a well-built mansion, Qingzhou Governor Heng Fan came here with officials at all levels, and at this time, a white-haired old man was touching his tears and crying constantly.

"Old man, Mo Gong died unexpectedly, His Majesty is very sad, and instructs me and other officials at all levels of Qingzhou Mansion to take care of Mojin Village, if the old man has any requirements, although the root government said, even if it is difficult, this government will definitely do it" Heng Fan said firmly, although he didn't know what Mo Jin did, but he knew very well that this time it was not Shang Shutai's order, but Yuan Xi's personal imperial order, which shows how much Yuan Xi attaches importance to it, if he is not careful, he will probably step down immediately, the last imperial examination system storm, if Han Yan spoke, He's going to go to jail.

"This bastard kid has been messing around with those messy things since he was a child, and the old man has long reminded him that such things will be jealous, and he wants to pay attention to safety, but he just doesn't listen!" The old man said sadly, Mo Jin's parents died early, he was brought up single-handedly, he didn't have any protector of the country at all, or the name of Mo Gong, he only hoped that his grandson could live a safe life.

"Grandpa" At this time, a little boy of eight or nine ran to the old man's side, and comforted him sadly: "Don't be too sad, Brother Mo is gone, and there is me"

When the old man heard this, he hugged the little boy tightly.

"What's your name, little one?" Heng Fan asked softly.

"My name is Feng Sheng," the little boy said, bowing his head.

"Mo Gong is your elder brother," Heng Fan said curiously.

"No, Feng Sheng was brought back by Jin'er, there were many wars, too many children lost their parents, Feng Sheng's parents also died early, Jin'er saw that he was pitiful, so he brought him back and let the old man raise," the old man explained.

"I see, old man, in this case, let Feng Sheng go to the Divine Capital, Your Majesty once said that you should find the heirs of Mo Gong as much as possible and inherit all his titles and glory" Heng Fan immediately suggested.

"No" When the old man heard this, he suddenly hurriedly put Feng Sheng behind him.

"Old man, don't get me wrong, this time I went to the Shendu, either to let Feng Sheng continue to sit or to enjoy everything," Heng Fan immediately explained.

"No, you don't understand" The old man pulled Feng Sheng into the house, and then closed the door tightly.

"This" Heng Fan was a little surprised.

Inside the house, Feng Sheng looked at the worried grandfather and said, "Grandpa, don't worry, I won't leave you."

The old man said with tears in his eyes: "Sheng'er, you are talented, you can understand the strange books left by your brother Mo after reading them, you are smarter than him, but because of this, grandpa is afraid that you will also be jealous, you have to remember, never touch those things, understand?" ”

"Understood," Feng Sheng nodded.

When night fell, Heng Fan and the others had already left, and after a while he would come to place the statue of Mo Jin, on the top of a mountain, Feng Sheng sat on a boulder, holding a wooden model in his hand, and said sadly: "Brother Mo, I still want to give you this gift?" ”

If Yuan Xi was here, he would definitely find that the model in Feng Sheng's hand turned out to be the shape of the artillery of later generations.