When the army marched to Zuotunwei in Guangning, they set up camp and prepared to arrive directly at Dalinghe City tomorrow. Several horsemen flew in from the Guangning Zuotun guard post and directly entered Zu Dashou's camp.

Guan Ning soldiers began to make a fire and cook. One stove, one pot, a few scoops of water, and a handful of rice. Ten soldiers gathered around the pot and waited. Yang Fan fed Xiao Hei and walked over. Horses on the march cannot eat grass, otherwise they will lose their strength and lose their strength, so most of them eat hay for fodder.

Yang Fan found a nearby stove, walked to the pot, and learned to grab a pinch of rice from the rice bag, put it in the pot, and sat down.

"Hey, boy. Who are you, and how did you come here to make a stove? The soldier saw that Yang Fan had put rice in the pot in a familiar manner, and his tone was not too heavy, they were all brothers who had lived and died together, so naturally they would not fight for this mouthful of rice.

"This big brother, I'm not from the Iron Cavalry. This time, together with General Zu, I went to Linghe City to supervise the construction of fortifications. ”

The soldier was extremely cheerful and said with a smile: "Haha, I said." How could our Liaodong disciples be such a small body. Brother, you southerners, right? ”

A few people on the side laughed too.

Yang Fan was not angry, and said with a smile: "The younger brother is from Yangzhou, and he grew up in Shaanxi. ”

The soldier slapped his thigh and shouted, "Yangzhou is a good place." As the saying goes, there is heaven above, and Yangzhou below. It is indeed a great place for a good person. Qiaoqiao is such a beautiful person. ”

"Boss, there is heaven above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below." Someone on the side reminded.

Na Wu's face was long, and he directly gave the kid who didn't know how to lift a back of his head, and said, "It's right to say that you don't have aura." Isn't Yangzhou next to Suzhou and Hangzhou? Isn't heaven a little next to heaven? It's a paradise suburb, after all. ”

"Haha."

"Haha."

Captain Wu's witty remarks caused everyone to laugh. There was steaming on the iron pot, Yang Fan smiled, according to the theory of this guy, then this Ming Dynasty is not all heaven? But heaven can't stand it, and soon, this kingdom will become purgatory on earth. At that scene, there were nine droughts in ten places, locust plagues all over the sky, and plagues all over the wilderness. Hungry corpses, easy children cannibalism. It is a kingdom of inhumanity, a kingdom of darkness, the most inhumane of all.

Wu Chang put down the three-eyed fire gun in his hand, went up to uncover the lid of the pot, scooped the wooden spoon, continued to cover, and muttered: "It's almost hot." ”

Yang Fan wanted to see what kind of magic weapon the legendary three-eyed fire gun was. The first time I mentioned it, I didn't pick it up, but I was seen by Captain Wu who turned around, and immediately ushered in a laugh: "Little brother, don't hit your feet." This firearm weighs ten pounds, so don't hit your feet. ”

"Hehe, out of the way, out of the way." Yang Fan wanted to hold an iron lump and looked at it carefully. He saw from the hole that the gun pipe was a whole, there were three gun halls in it, and the powder room was connected to each other, and there was already a vague meaning of a repeating gun.

Yang Fan looked at it for a while and said, "How many bullets can these three-eyed firearms fire firing in a row?" ”

Seeing Yang Fan asking, Wu Chang said, "More than a dozen bullets." ”

Yang Fan nodded, it was already the predecessor of the shotgun, "What about the range?" ”

"What, little brother is interested in this? This range is thirty or forty steps away, and the armor-piercing is first-class, and the reason why the children of the Eight Banners don't dare to carry it with our Guanning Iron Cavalry is because they are afraid of the power of these three-eyed firearms. ”

"Thirty or forty steps?" This range is indeed low enough, that is to say, to fight immediately, these three-eyed firearms can only be considered an effective distance if they are only thirty or forty meters away from Jiannu, and even the range of bows and arrows is farther than this. As Wu Chang said, this power is in thirty or forty steps, and the impact force after the ** is suddenly ignited in the chamber can indeed be lead beads to achieve the effect of armor piercing.

"And what about after the launch?"

"After launching, it will be used as a hammer, smashing a head and blooming." Wu Chang held the fire gun behind his back, pretending to wave it. "I still remember that at that time, the Huang Taiji soldiers were in Ningyuan, and they only thought that we had cannons in the Ming Dynasty, and as soon as our Guanning Iron Cavalry came out, the first wave directly beat them down, haha."

Yang Fan looked at this crude iron, and suddenly his eyes lit up. Why am I so stupid, I can't make this submachine gun myself, what about the Mauser rifle? I am a pseudo-military fan, when I was studying Li Hongzhang's Westernization movement in college, I specially read the information of the rifled gun, and it is not complicated, Hanyang made 88 rifles, the range is 2000 meters away, although it is not as accurate as the sniper rifle on the back, but it is also a long-range weapon. Compared with this "iron hammer", it is simply a huge leap forward in firearms. And this leap took more than 200 years in Europe, and Yang Fan didn't mind bringing the weapons of the 19th century in advance.

Of course, he was limited to the Mauser rifle, and asked him to build a cannon, submachine gun or something, maybe he didn't have a way to tinker for a long time. After all, the progress of weapons is an improvement from generation to generation, not in one go. However, the Chinese nation is not as active in the improvement of agricultural tools and firearms as foreigners. Always hold the way that it can be used, this firearm and cannon were all there when Hongwu founded the country, and after more than two hundred years, it is still like this bird.

Seeing Yang Fan in a daze on the side, looking like he was about to flow down, Wu Chang shouted, "Hey, brother, what do you want?" Harazi is going to flow down. To give. Captain Wu handed him a bowl of porridge.

Yang Fan came back to his senses, but his expression immediately became cold. If he could have thought earlier, perhaps, this vicious battle would have become one-sided, and the balance of victory would have fallen in favor of Daming. Of course, making guns is not something that can be completed early, with the handicraft workshop of the Ming Dynasty, it will take at least three or four years to make 10,000 or 20,000 guns.

"Oh, thank you, big brother." Yang Fan took the bowl of porridge, and it could be seen that this Wu Chang had a very good heart, his own bowl was full of soup and water, and his own bowl was full of rice grains. Yang Fan felt a warmth in his heart, this is a brother. Just chattering a few words, and then meeting each other bravely, this feeling of being trusted and treated preferentially is really good.

In the indifferent 21st century, it is rare to feel this kind of interaction that does not carry any utilitarianism, but is just a kind of affection. Yang Fan didn't eat, stood up and walked by the iron pot, muttering to himself, "I'm a little thirsty." He poured the bowl of porridge into it, scooped a scoop of rice soup, and drank it all. ”

"A few big brothers, the younger brother left first." Under the sunset, Yang Fan felt a little warm, took Xiao Hei, walked past a stove, and looked at the warmth and coldness of the people in the team, joy, anger and sorrow. The belief in his heart was even stronger. Can't, absolutely can't, let these Liaodong sons and daughters become desperate and inhumane, that's really terrible! He would even rather, rather that these sons and daughters would die on the battlefield and shed that last drop of blood, just for that original oath!

Under the sunset, Yang Fan rode on his horse, looked to the northeast, and said slowly: "Huang Taiji, besiege the city and send reinforcements." Your so-called righteousness has trampled on the dignity of 30,000 people! Even if I, Yang Fan, die, I won't let this happen! His hands clenched unconsciously.

When the sun sets, there should be greedy wolves in the Northeast.

Wu Chang finished bragging and was about to wash the pot, when he lifted the lid, he was stunned for a moment, and there was an extra bowl of rice in the pot. He looked around at the sculpture that had finally fixed his head on the sunset, and suddenly he was stunned, and for some reason, a hot current sparked in his heart......