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Chapter 39: The Wisdom of the Ancients

The wisdom of the working people is boundless. Whenever he thought of those alternative grenades in the past two months, which were full of tricks, different functions, and different materials, Zhu Bayi threw himself to the ground for the five bodies that the philosopher who admired these words. Although, he has never figured out who this sentence first came from.

In fact, in the first half month after handing over the new gunpowder recipe and the bamboo grenade manufacturing process, he had already deeply realized the wisdom of this sentence. In addition to those grenades whose patterns and functions are constantly being renovated, the way grenades are thrown, with the joint efforts of Su Mingzhe and Li Mubai and others, has also undergone earth-shaking changes.

There are special firing ropes, which can be tied to the grenade. After the user raises his arm and throws it in a few circles, he then violently releases his finger and throws the grenade and rope out, at least doubling the distance of his bare hand.

There is a special bamboo slingshot, which is bent backwards into a huge arc in advance, and then the hand is attached to the end of the scoop, and the trigger is pulled to shoot out. The instantaneous release of the power in the bamboo arm can shoot a cast-iron grenade loaded with a pound of black powder and shoot three hundred paces away. Not only is it convenient to obtain materials, the cost is low, and the operation is also very simple and easy to learn.

There is also an extra-large shooter, which refers to the common return cannon in the Mengyuan army. It consists of components such as counterweights, levers, and brackets. Although the procedure for firing is a bit more cumbersome, you need to fix the lever first, then fill the counterweight basket at one end of the bar with sand, and finally pull the trigger and smash out the extra-large grenade filled with four pounds of black powder in the bucket at the other end of the lever. However, the maximum firing range can reach more than 1,000 steps, which is equivalent to more than 1,500 meters in later generations, and both the power and the firing range have thrown off the original return cannon more than 20 streets.

The last kind of shooter was almost completely developed by Zhao Jun and Li Mubai, the treasurer under his command. After the guy was scared to pee his pants when he watched the new formula black powder shoot for the first time, he was completely obsessed with this "divine thing". He not only participated in the research and improvement of various "new" grenades, but also made various throwing equipment without sleep or food. Before Zhu Bayi went out to buy saltpeter and observe the terrain on both sides of the Yellow River in this era, the gang had already improved the return cannon into three models: special for the city head, special for field operations, and compact and portable. Eyeliner is leading a group of apprentices to summarize the relationship between counterweight, shell weight, shooting arm, and shooting distance according to the actual shooting situation. It is expected that a complete set of mantras can be summed up, so that in actual combat, the goal of letting the grenade fall on whoever you want will fall on the head will be achieved.

Regardless of whether this grand goal can be achieved or not, grenades have become the weapon of choice for all armies because of their great power. In contrast, cold weapons and defensive equipment such as broadswords, spears, shields, and armor are not as fiercely contested as before. Thanks to this, more than 2,900 pairs of iron armor were removed from the Rakshasa soldiers in the last battle, but more than 1,200 pairs fell into the hands of the left army.

There are two main reasons why you can get so many well-made iron armor at one time, firstly, because the left army did play a role in turning things around in the battle, and afterwards divided some more loot, and the other departments could not say anything superfluous. Secondly, it is purely a little compensation made by Zhao Jun with his previous behavior of deducting the weapons of the left army in private. After experiencing a battle outside the city, he could no longer talk about Zhu Bayi's unknown origin, and reluctantly regarded the latter as a member of the Xuzhou Red Turban. Although when discussing matters in the state government, he often gave Zhu Eighty-one a look of face.

Regarding Zhao Jun's behavior of using this kind of small-bellied chicken intestines, Zhu Bayi was depressed a few times, but he gradually got used to it. The five fingers are still long and short, and he can't ask the entire Xuzhou army to be carved out of the same mold, and they are all as big as sesame plums.

After witnessing the bloody slaughter in the city, he was completely pushed into this era and completely regarded himself as a member of the Xuzhou army. Whether it is active or passive, he finally understands that in the eyes of most of the upper-level people in Meng Yuan, he is actually no different from Sesame Li, Zhao Junyong and others.

Even if you tattoo two big words on your head, "Shunmin", the other party will still cut the knife without hesitation. Because in the eyes of the other party, they, like Sesame Li, Zhao Junyong and all the Han people inside and outside the city, are conquered slaves who can be killed and taken at any time. Although he and Li and Zhao actually look for anything in terms of appearance, living habits, speech and dress, if they don't deliberately look for it, they can't find any similarities.

Zhu Eighty-one is not interested in being a slave, whether in his previous life or in this life, whether he is a slave to a different race or a slave to his own race, he is not interested. So since he has been forced to blend in, he can no longer hold on to the original idea and find an opportunity to sneak away to hug Zhu Yuanzhang's thigh. He must work hard to make some changes to avoid himself and the Xuzhou Army from disappearing into the long river of history like the time and space in his previous life.

The simplest change to introduce firearms into the army has already begun to bear fruit. After a fierce battle outside the city, Cheng Dù, who attaches great importance to firearms in the entire Xuzhou army, definitely belongs to the crown of this era. The title of grenadier, I don't know how many years in advance, officially entered the stage of history. Every corps and battalion has a special grenadier, and the number of grenades of various types consumed during training every day is in the tens of thousands. The "rumbling" outside the city was like thunder, blowing up the open space near the city to the point of large craters.

"Boom!" There was another series of loud noises, pulling Zhu Bayi back to reality from his memories. is about to enter the city, and the thickness of the smoke and dust above his head is definitely the same as that of the imperial capital of the 21st century where Zhu Dapeng is located. If the city gate was replaced with an iron gate, and the soldiers guarding the city were covered with iron covers, Zhu Eighty-one suspected that he had come to the world of the Lord of the Rings, and someone suddenly jumped out and called himself the white-clothed Saruman, or the Great Demon King of Sauron.

No, Lao Tzu is a positive character, absolutely positive! Zhu Bayi was startled by the strange thoughts that suddenly popped up in his heart, and hurriedly corrected them silently. Fusing two souls belonging to different planes, some neurotic thoughts often pop up in his heart. The whole person also looked chattering, and he talked to himself at every turn.

The soldiers on duty at the city gate didn't think that there was anything abnormal about Governor Zhu. A big hero who can turn the tide at a critical moment should be special. If you talk and behave like the big guy, that's really abnormal. Therefore, when he saw Zhu Eighty-one's horse head from a distance, he rushed forward to salute first, "The governor is back!" It's hard work on the road to Dudu! ”

"It's back, it's back!" Zhu Eighty-one was also accustomed to being commensurate with his official position, and rode on horseback to return the salute, "Brothers, all are well!" What's going on in town lately? The general manager and the long history are well?!"

"It's all good, it's all good, there's nothing going on in the city lately. Except for a few restless flies, who always want to sneak in and inquire about gunpowder. was caught by Zhao Changshi and slaughtered with a knife! The soldiers knew that he had no arrogance, and got out of the way, and responded with a rambling response.

"It's inevitable!" Zhu Bayi smiled and added loudly, "People have lost the battle, and they have to find a specific reason." Otherwise, how can you be solid when you sleep?! ”

"Hahahaha!" Everyone was amused by Zhu Bayi's humorous words. Is it not just that you can't sleep soundly? It's just terrifying. Before defeating Wurabuhua, the territory that the Xuzhou army could control was only one acre and three points of land south of the Yellow River and north of Yunlong Mountain. Out of this range, not only did the local officials of Mengyuan shout and shout to kill, but even some slightly larger villages did not take the orders of General Manager Li seriously. And now, which of the stockades within a radius of 200 miles did not take the initiative to send money and grain? Although the magistrates of the Mengyuan court did not dare to openly throw themselves into their arms like the rich landlords of the villages, secretly, they did not send people to deliver good words, and secretly sent carts of silver, just hoping to reach a tacit understanding with Sesame Li and not to copy their lair!

After laughing enough, everyone followed behind his war horse's butt and reported in a gossipy manner, "At least seven out of ten of those flies are coming for you." Ask around about your possession of Maitreya. The Great Luminous Envoy instructed the small ones to blow as much as they wanted, and the more mysterious the blow, the better. So the little ones say that you are the reincarnation of the Buddha, with lightning in your left hand and thunder in your right hand. One for the left and right hands, pointing where to hit! ”

'Fortunately, I haven't said that my upper lip is on the sky and my lower lip is on the ground! Zhu Eighty-one was helpless, so he could only smile and bow his hand to everyone, "Hehe, thank you, brother, thank you brother for cheering me on."

With the efforts of Tang Zihao and Zhao Jun of Changshi, the two of them, Zhu Eighty-one, the magic stick is decided. At the moment, even if he took the initiative to admit that he was not the master of the Great Wisdom Hall of the Maitreya Sect at all, he could not remember a word of the scriptures of the Maitreya Sect. Some people also believe that this is a deliberate trick used by the Buddha, intended to test the hearts of the world. I would never believe that he had nothing to do with the legendary Maitreya Buddha.

However, Maitreya Buddha can only be used to deceive the enemy, and cannot really help in the war. The matter of risking sneaking in front of the enemy commander to throw a grenade can only be used once, and it is impossible to replicate the second time. At present, not only does it need to introduce firearms on a large scale, but the Xuzhou Army as a whole still lacks the most basic tactical training, but there is no one who knows the basic tactics!

Thinking of this, Zhu Eighty-one grabbed the horse's head again, turned around, and asked everyone, "During my absence, did the Rakshasa soldiers make trouble again?" How many more are dead, and how many are left alive?!"

"Hahaha, they? Lend them a few more guts! When everyone heard this, there was another burst of laughter. After laughing, he responded with a bit of pleasure. "No trouble, now they're all honest, a bunch of cheap bones! Every day, I was escorted by the Koreans to dig the gutter and empty the toilet, and I did it seriously! ”

The shape of the battlefield that day reversed so quickly that the Rakshasa soldiers were drowned in a torrent before they had time to escape. The soldiers of Xuzhou hated them for slaughtering the whole city of Xiaopei, so they would not tolerate mercy. Even those who voluntarily laid down their weapons and surrendered, they were knocked down with a stick, and then they slammed the stone on the head with their hands and feet.

Therefore, by the time Sesame Li and Zhao Jun remembered to restrain the brothers and prohibit the killing of the captives, except for the dozen or so who were stunned by the grenade at Zhu Bayi's feet, and some who jumped into the moat by themselves, the rest had already been killed cleanly. And all of them were stripped like bare pigs, and not a single thread was left from head to toe.

However, the Goryeo servants, seeing that the situation was not good, knelt on the ground in batches, crying and surrendering. Except for a few unlucky ghosts who were killed on the spot by the angry Xuzhou soldiers, most of the rest were taken prisoner with peace of mind, and they didn't feel ashamed of doing so.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Jun bared his teeth in distress. Quickly ordered someone to take a fishing net and fish up all the struggling Rakshasas in the moat, and then with those stunned guys, they were locked up in a prison in the state government to be disposed of.

He didn't do this out of mercy, intending to let these Rakshasas live. Instead, he wanted to find an opportunity to present the captives to Liu Futong, the commander of the Red Turban Army, to invite merit. After all, in these years, the Red Turban Army's defeat of the official army is not new. But defeating the Rakshasa ghost soldiers and capturing a large number of captives can only be done by the Xuzhou Red Turban. At that time, Liu Futong will be happy, and the status of Xuzhou Red Scarf will definitely be able to go up several steps. From Sesame Li to him, and even the ordinary pawns under the bottom, his status has risen with the tide.

Although Zhao Jun's idea was wonderful, he regretted it later in 6 lifetimes. All the surviving Rakshasa captives together were only about eighty people, which was negligible compared to the more than 5,000 Goryeo captives. However, just these 80 or so stinky fish and rotten shrimp have caused countless troubles to Xuzhou City.

They simply refused to be like the Goryeo servants, who honestly atone for their sins when they were caught. On the first day after being released from the state prison and transferred to the prisoner camp, they tried to snatch the weapons of the guards and fled en masse. Although the guards and Goryeo captives worked together to suppress it, before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, these guys quietly entered the gunpowder manufacturing workshop in the backyard of the state government and tried to steal the new gunpowder manufacturing formula. If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Jun was leading the patrol that night, he saw the tiles on the back wall of the state government falling all over the ground, and he almost let these guys get their hands on it.

In a fit of rage, Zhao Jun killed the killer with pain. Kill half of the Rakshasa soldiers who tried to steal the gunpowder recipe on the spot. The remaining forty or so were all handcuffed and shackled and reduced to dung diggers. Every day, he was escorted by Goryeo captives to clean all the gutters in Xuzhou City. And together with the Goryeo captives, they collected all kinds of manure from the city and loaded it into trucks and transported it to the wheat fields outside the city to compost it!

The confessional attitude of the Goryeo captives was originally far more "positive" than that of the Rakshasas, but at this moment, they actually climbed on the head of the previous master, and immediately wept with gratitude to Zhao Jun. As an overseer, he worked very hard, and as long as the Rakshasa dared to be a little lazy, he immediately picked up the stick and beckoned to the top of his head. After more than a month, more than 40 Rakshasa captives died. In the end, the remaining twenty or so all accepted their fate. Work like a mule and horse every day with your head down, and you don't dare to make any trouble!