Chapter 36: Three Bows and Eight Ox Crossbows

The alliance gave the Song dynasty a chance to survive, based on the Liao's inability to launch a larger-scale invasion of the Song. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Or that history gave the Song Dynasty an opportunity to introspect, but the Zhao court took this opportunity as a reason to continue to squander.

A hundred years after the Yuanyuan Alliance, the Zhao family ran to the south of the Yangtze River and continued the consistent urine sex of the Zhao ancestors. Countless Chinese civilizations were destroyed in the war, and countless successors of Chinese civilization were tossed and turned under the horseshoe butcher's knife of the Jin people and fell silent.

After the Great Song Dynasty crossed to the south, he once wanted to build another water transport instrument platform, but no one had the ability to do so, so he had to give up until more than 700 years later.

As a more rational engineering man, if it weren't for the ghost who made the gods pass the time and space of the Southern Song Dynasty, when he faced the restored water transport instrument platform of Tong'an, he only sighed, not angry and regretful.

But now it's different, he came to this time and space, and the people and things in this time and space have a direct or indirect connection with him, and when he talks about the Song people and Jin people, it is not the Chinese characters on paper, but flesh and blood creatures, which are no different from his public loss of Nian Huai.

Therefore, for the Song people, the alliance is a placebo, for the Han people, it is a dose of bone broth, and for the Chinese civilization, it is a kitchen knife. And this kitchen knife has been waved twice in the history of the two Song Dynasty and three hundred and twenty years.

It is not a lie that there is no China after the mountain.

"Why did the Liao people withdraw from the army?" Gong Nian Huai silently recited this sentence in his mouth, but his brain turned and turned. Of course, he won't take out the information that comes to mind in a flash, and he won't even leak a single thing. What he is playing with Wang Jian now is a game of guessing what I think.

Gong Yi Nianhuai asked about the bed crossbow, and Wang Jian told the story, and the center was all bed crossbows. And the Liao people retreated, according to Wang Jian's logic, because of the sharp weapon of the bed crossbow.

Then the answer is coming!

"Xiao Tart, the king of the Southern Courtyard!" A piece of information popped up in the information database of Gong Nian Huai.

"Hahaha," Wang Jian and Jiang Hai looked at each other and laughed.

"Nian Huai's ancestor must be a northerner, otherwise he wouldn't have shouted it out. It was Xiao Tzu Rin, but he was not the king of the Southern Courtyard, at that time, Xiao Tart Rin was the commander of the Southern Courtyard, showing off his might under the city of Lanzhou. Killed by a bed crossbow at a distance of a thousand paces. ”

"A thousand steps?" Gong Nian Huai was a little confused, accustomed to the unit of meters and kilometers in later generations, and the step unit of the Song people was really troublesome. If we count the steps of the later generations, one step is generally seventy-five centimeters. And some sources say that one step in ancient times was one meter five, that is, two steps in later generations. Why is that?

In fact, this is due to the difference in the understanding of the meaning of the word step in ancient and modern times. According to the structure of Chinese characters, the word step belongs to the word huiyi, that is, 1+1=3, that is, the two characters are combined together to express the third meaning.

What are the combinations of these two words? It is stopped by two. The word stop is the original word for toe, that is, toe, which is used to refer to the foot. When the two stops come together, they become a step, which is the distance between the two toes. The movement of the two toes in front and one in the back is the step, so the step is an action, and the movement of each foot once is a step. It is equivalent to the two steps that later generations said.

This is the reason why ancient and modern times are entangled in understanding whether a step is a step or two steps.

One step in the Song Dynasty is two steps in later generations, which is roughly equivalent to one meter five, less than one meter six. A thousand steps is equivalent to more than 1,500 meters in later generations, and more than three miles of roads.

"It's a thousand steps!"

Gong Yi Nianhuai scratched his head, this unit is too fucked up. But even if 75 centimeters is a step in later generations, that is, 750 meters, this range is shocking. If it is extended to 1,500 meters, it will be three miles, 1.5 kilometers. In the era of cold weapons, it is definitely a distance against the sky.

"How many people do you need to operate such a bed crossbow?" If this kind of bed crossbow can kill the enemy a thousand steps away, and the operation is convenient, if it is placed in three rows, one after another, it is no less than the machine guns of later generations, and even surpassed.

"A hundred. Therefore, the crossbow is also called the three-bow and eight-ox crossbow, and it takes eight oxen to pull it apart. Wang Jian introduced with some pride.

"Poof!" Gong Nian Huai almost squirted out last night's supper. This is too against the sky, a missile launch company in later generations can only operate a bed crossbow in the Song Dynasty! Dare to love this thing is more complicated than the missile launch of later generations.

Waste, absolute waste! A hundred well-trained soldiers can only operate one bed crossbow, even if the population is large, it is not like this.

"Nianhuai, what's wrong, toothache?" Jiang Hai looked at Gong Nian Huai covering his cheeks, looking like he was about to vomit, and asked with concern by stretching his neck.

"Oh, no. The kid had some discomfort in his stomach. ”

"What's the use of covering your cheeks when your stomach is uncomfortable? Hum! Jiang Hai retracted his neck and glanced at Gong Nian Huai dissatisfied, "It's not your fault, you and your people have been drifting overseas for many years, and some things in the Central Plains are inevitably incomplete, this crossbow is the heavy weapon in my Great Song Army, and it is understandable that you don't understand." However, you can know that the battle of Lanzhou is already precious, and the Central Plains is unforgettable. ”

After listening to Jiang Haiyi's explanation, Gong Yi Nianhuai really wanted to cover his stomach this time. This thing is too narcissistic.

Wang Jian had been paying attention to Gong Nian Huai's expression, and then interjected and asked, "Nian Huai, do you have any opinions on the bed crossbow?" ”

Jiang Hai's eyes widened, "What? Have an opinion on a bed crossbow? What do you think, are you not convinced? ”

Gong Yi Nian Huai waved his hand again and again, "The kid is served, the kid is served, the kid has never seen a weapon that needs to be operated by so many people." Hahaha,"

Gong Nian Huai didn't hold back, laughed, and tears came down.

"Ahh The two big guys stared at each other, whether this kid was boasting or losing.

"Duh! Nianhuai, stop, don't laugh. Jiang Hai patted the armrest of the chair and shouted to stop Gong Nian Huai from laughing, he felt that a caterpillar was crawling up his backbone in Gong Nian Huai's laughter, this taste, uncomfortable.

"Ha, boy, haha, don't laugh, haha, you're old, haha, give three more minutes, hahaha,"

Gong Nian Huai smiled, his whole body softened from under the horse, and one hand supported the ground to prevent him from slumping on the ground.

"Who laughs so badly, the hot day is creepy." There was a sound in the front yard, like a hammer striking on a gong, buzzing with an echo.

The people in the backyard looked up, and Meng Heng strode in.

Including Jiang Hai, they all stood up and bowed. Even Meng Zhijing and Zhang Yan, who were working in the house, ran out, with a face of pot ashes, and gave a salute with their hands crossed.

Gong lost Nianhuai the worst, hunched over, with tears on his face, looking like a little daughter-in-law was wronged.

"So much? The yard is small. Meng Hui walked over briskly from the jar, Zhang Yan had already prepared the chair, and after Meng Heng sat down, he motioned for everyone to sit down.

"Nianhuai, you, what's wrong?" Meng Hui glanced at Gong Yi Nianhuai, and found that something was wrong, so he looked at Jiang Hai and Wang Jian.

In this courtyard, the only people who can make Gong Nian Huai angry are Jiang Hai and Wang Jian. But this matter, Meng Hui is not easy to interfere with.

If it is said that the public loses Nianhuai is a child, and the child makes a mistake, whether it is Jiang Hai or Wang Jian, beat him, and the public loses Nianhuai, he has to bear it, and there is no room for resistance.

But this Gong Nian Huai, from the moment he appeared, he looked very young, younger than Meng Zhijing, but no one seemed to treat him as a child.

And this feeling, even Meng Heng felt it. Let's talk about Meng Zhijing, that is Meng Hui's eldest son, a major general, in the Zhongshun Army, a semi-private army, what is the status of that?

But what? In front of Gong Nian Huai, he can't pretend to be big, and he is quite comfortable behind Gong Nian Huai, don't you say it's strange?

Therefore, as soon as Meng Heng saw the appearance of the public losing Nianhuai, he pointed the finger at Jiang Hai and Wang Jian, not because the two of them bullied the public to lose Nianhuai, but because they must be selling the old according to the old, and it is difficult for the public to lose Nianhuai.

"Puyu, don't look at me, don't look at Ruizhi, this kid did it himself! He laughed so much that my hair and Ruizhi's hair stood on end, and I don't know why he laughed, or else, you will cure it? Jiang Hai leaned back in the chair and played a bachelor's role.

"Ruizhi, what were you talking about?" Jianghai's old sons, Meng Heng can't do anything about him, but he has no psychological burden on Wang Jian.

"We're talking about bed crossbows, Rui Zhi said that it takes a hundred people to operate a bed crossbow, and that's it." Wang Jian pointed to the Gongyi Nianhuai who was hiding on the side to collect his emotions, Meng Jue asked, Wang Jian sold the Gongyi Nianhuai without hesitation, and the sale was very clean, without leaving any fraction.

"Oh---?" Meng Heng's voice was soft, tactful, long and intriguing, and the people in the courtyard were also infected.

"So, Nian Huai thinks it's funny that a bed crossbow is operated by a hundred people?"

As soon as Meng Heng said this, Jiang Hai, who was leaning back in the chair, pressed a spring on his back, "Nian Huai, what do you mean?" Have you ever seen a three-bowed eight-ox crossbow operated by three people? ”

Jiang Hai bit the words of the three bows and eight ox crossbows crunchyly, as if he was afraid that others would not know.

"Three?" Wang Jian is interested in quantity. If there really is a three-bowed and eight-ox crossbow operated by three people, how many times the combat effectiveness of a unit will be increased, no one can figure it out. I really don't understand.

However, soon, Wang Jian shook his head, fantasy is okay, I really take fantasy as reality, and it is I who is sad.

Meng Hui had his own opinions, and yesterday's gunpowder test gave him a deep shock, and also made him think about the dialectical relationship between weapons and war.

It is not impossible to operate a three-bowed eight-bull crossbow operated by three people. When this bed crossbow first came out, the range was only 700 steps, but after Wei Pi reformed, the range was increased to 1,000 steps. Xiao Tzu Rin can be shot from a distance, thanks to Wei Pi's improvement of the bed crossbow.

After Gong Nian Huai collected his emotions, he couldn't wait to slap himself in the mouth. Why? Just because of my laughter! There was sarcasm and mockery in the laughter. As a serious technician, such a low-level mistake should not be made.