Don't underestimate the craftsmanship of the group of "science and technology madmen" in Daxia, Jia Cong's two knives only provided a rough sketch and a simple version of the explosion principle, and the master of the Ministry of Engineering rubbed out the Daxia version of the wooden-handled iron grenade with both hands.

This kind of iron bump, which is respectfully called the palm thunder in the army, is as powerful as the Yuanyou three-style Shenwei General Cannon, and if thrown out, it can blow up a big hole in the earthen city wall.

As far as the courtyard wall and gate of this house provided by King Zhaba Shenluo to the Yi people, where can they withstand such a powerful bombardment.

There was only one, and the wooden gate was wiped out, and most of the courtyard walls were blown down.

The entire courtyard gate was dusty, and it had not been dispersed for a long time. When Zhang Dehai rushed into the courtyard with the group of killers under his command, the Yiren with a puzzled face had not yet figured out how the thunder had smashed to the ground.

Every time the garrison goes to the plateau to change defenses, they are basically selected elites from all over the country, and they must be absolutely loyal, absolutely brave, and most importantly, absolutely ruthless.

In a foreign country, soft-heartedness is the most unacceptable.

Zhang Dehai's personal soldiers were even the men and horses who asked the Emperor Taishang before leaving Beijing, a total of thirty, and each of them had at least hundreds of foreign races under his hands.

Especially Chen Dazhuang, before entering Tibet, he was born in Yulinlang, and at the age of seventeen, he followed the Emperor Taishang deep into Mobei, cutting his brain and playing like playing.

"Hey, yellow-haired ghost, come and taste grandpa's awesomeness!"

Chen Dazhuang rushed out of the dust and smoke, and at a glance he picked on the tallest and most powerful person in the Yi crowd, and before he could react, the crossbow buzzed and shot a crossbow arrow with a cold light.

Burst!

The delicate hand crossbow was excellent, and the bolt hit the man's forehead.

The fear in the eyes of the yellow hairy man fell to the ground before he could dissipate, but Chen Dazhuang did not stop rushing forward.

The sound of the crossbow beside him did not stop for a moment, and Chen Dazhuang had already performed the knife drawing technique, and the blade slashed through the throat of Hongmaoyi, who was closest to him......

The dozen or so people around Zhang Dehai cooperated very tacitly, and as soon as they rushed into the courtyard, they took away the lives of more than a dozen Yi people with their crossbows.

Then he guarded the lord Zhang Dehai, chopping melons and vegetables to harvest the lives of the remaining people.

Revolt? The Yi people had no room to resist at all.

The Yi people in the courtyard are all distinguished guests invited by the king of interpretation, Zhaba Shenluo, from Tianzhu, and no one would have thought that someone would rush into the base camp of the king of interpretation and rush into the other courtyard of the king of interpretation to raid the distinguished guests.

When the battle in the front yard was about to end, nearly 100 red-haired, yellow-haired, and brown-haired people rushed out of the backyard, each holding a western sword scimitar, as well as muskets and other weapons.

When Chen Dazhuang aimed the musket at them, he immediately took a grenade from his waist, pulled the lead and threw it over.

He shouted to the crowd, "Watch out for grenades!" ”

Then Chen Dazhuang quickly hugged Zhang Dehai, who was still fighting, and rolled behind a copper cylinder with a snort.

Smack, smack, smack......

When, when, when, when......

The copper cylinder crackled when it was smashed by a projectile, and Zhang Dehai was shocked into a cold sweat.

However, this fright was quickly dispersed by the loud noise in the ears, and everyone's ears were shaken to a roar, Zhang Dehai could vaguely hear that someone was still scolding Chen Dazhuang for not being a son of man, throwing a grenade so closely, almost blowing up his cow......

The rough words made Zhang Dehai feel at ease, and it seemed that there were no casualties in the group of rough men under his hands.

He was about to get up to check the situation, but was pulled by Chen Dazhuang: "Don't worry, my lord, there are muskets ...... Yiren."

Slap, slap, slap......

As he spoke, the sound of the musket rang out again, and a slight tremor could be felt on the back of the brass cylinder.

"Careless, after you go back, you must ask the Dragon Guards what they are eating, there are at least one hundred and fifty people in this courtyard. Brethren, Prepare ......"

Obviously, they didn't dare to raise their heads when they were suppressed by the other party, whether it was Zhang Dehai, Chen Dazhuang and other personal soldiers, no one had a trace of fear on their faces, but they showed excitement one by one.

There are thirteen people on my side, and one hundred and fifty people on the other side, and the advantage is mine!

This advantage comes from the latest weapons sent to Wusizang by the capital a few days ago, grenades, smoke bombs, and "poison gas bombs"!

As the first person of the imperial court stationed in Wusizang, the group of personal soldiers under Zhang Dehai, the minister stationed in Tibet, were all armed to the teeth.

Fang Cai's grenade took away more than a dozen Yi people, and I saw that in the corners of the wall and behind the trees, there were black iron bumps thrown out of those Tibetan places.

The Yiren soldiers, who were still suppressing with muskets, could not care about loading and shooting, and when they saw one by one iron lumps being thrown out, they screamed and threw down the musket and sword in their hands, like a turkey that had exploded, and fled in all directions.

Boom Boom Boom ......

There were more than ten explosions, and the whole yard was completely invisible, and the dust was all over the sky, obscuring everyone's sight.

When the dust and smoke cleared again, there was a mess on the ground except for the stumps and broken arms.

Chen Dazhuang kicked the broken arm at his feet, and scolded: "Damn, run away!" ”

"Brother Chen, don't worry, you can't run, the monkeys are guarding the back door, they must still be in the courtyard......"

Fighting dogs must close the door, and this group of killers is very skilled in this thing.

A group of people divided into three teams and searched house by house.

Every time they searched, they would first throw a special "poison gas bomb" into it, a special grenade mixed with pepper noodles, which was similar to poison gas in a closed room, and the Yiren hiding in the house could not stand it.

As long as you show your head, you will be greeted by the sword of your own soldiers. Soon, this mansion with nearly 20 rooms was plagued by Zhang Dehai and them.

There were a total of 177 red-haired and yellow-haired people, and all of them were sent to meet the king of Hades.

At this time, the bright light armor on Zhang Dehai's body had already been dyed red, if he was in the capital, who would dare to believe that the killing god in front of him would be Zhang Ru, who was famous for his elegance.

When the five people guarding the back door came to converge, Chen Dazhuang counted the number of people, except for three people who were injured by the grenade explosion and splashed stones, 18 people, including Zhang Dehai, were not injured or injured.

It is the great loss of all kinds of weapons and equipment brought by it, which makes Chen Dazhuang a little worried.

"My lord, we need to get out of here, we don't have much stock. In case Zhaba Shenluo rushes back, we won't be able to leave. ”

Zhang Dehai naturally knew that it was easy to be blocked here after staying in Lie Wudong for a long time, but he scoffed at the threat of Zhaba Shenluo.

Zhaba Sam Luo is more than anyone else's life, as long as he ......

"Cut off all the heads of these Yi people, except for the few leaders, Lijingguan...... Find another plank, and the official will leave a letter for Zhaba Shenluo! ”

……

In the absence of Zhaba Shenluo, the king of Interpretation, the monks, officials and generals in the city of Liewudong did not have the courage to stop Zhang Dehai, the minister stationed in Tibet.

The explosion of the courtyard was earth-shattering, but none of the soldiers who rushed to the courtyard dared to approach, and watched a group of Han people dressed in blood-stained fine armor calmly leave.

Zhang Dehai even laughed mockingly at a yellow-clothed lama in the distance, and Chen Dazhuang was still holding a dead man's brain melon on the long pole in his hand.

The banner embroidered with the golden dragon hunted in the cold wind, and every time the horse's hooves stepped forward, the soldiers who were holding swords and guns in front of the road would unconsciously hide to the side and make way for a spacious road.

The yellow-clothed monk looked at the backs of Zhang Dehai and the others from a distance, and the sturdy man beside him couldn't help but say: "Jili wo la, Ji Li wo la (master, if you don't do it, this group of Han people will go away.) There are less than twenty of them, and we have tens of thousands of soldiers......"

Syllable~

The sturdy man's suggestion was rewarded only with a whip, and the yellow-robed monk glared coldly at the servant.

"Jil-wa-la, twin-whim-wah......"

(You want you to say?) In the absence of the king, who would dare to attack and kill the minister sent by the Han court in Tibet? Annoyed the Han court, the Han army in Chariba came to kill, will you stop it? ）

The yellow-clothed monk knew very well what the character of their king was, and it was okay to hide behind the backs of others, and let his people under him fight to the death with the Han army, which was absolutely impossible.

Otherwise, he would not have run to Chariba and provoked others to oppose the Han Chinese......

On the way back, Zhang Dehai and his entourage finally changed to a small road to avoid possible encirclement and interception.

When Zhaba Shenluo rushed back to Liewudong City, it was noon on the second day when Zhang Dehai and his people left.

He looked at the eerie Jingguan in front of him and the wooden inscription standing in front of Jingguan, and his anger even made his eyes blood-red.

"The Minister of Plenipotentiary of the Qin sent to Uszang was ordered to kill the non-ministers, and the subjects of Eruszang, those who dared to have the heart of not obey, for example, there was no forgiveness for killing! September 21 of the 10th year of Yuan Yu. ”

"Arrogance!"

In the end, he didn't suppress his heartburn anger, pulled out a long knife from his waist, and slashed straight at the plank.

Although the long knife is sharp, the material of this board is surprisingly good. Instead of cutting it off, it knocked it down.

Sneer~

The moment the plank fell, a puff of green smoke suddenly rose from underneath.

The yellow-clothed monk who had seen this scene with his own eyes trembled and struggled to throw Zhaba Shenluo to the ground, and the two of them hugged each other and rolled around before hearing a shocking roar.

Zhaba Shenluo only felt that the earth was constantly trembling, and his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear what others were saying at all.

He sat up groggily, his eyes covered in blood and severed limbs. The dozen or so guards and slaves standing beside him just now were either minced meat or lying on the ground wailing and screaming.

The Han people actually have the magical powers of the gods!

Is there any hope that the Great Tibetans will regain their former glory?

……

The chaotic wind of the Us-Tibet Plateau cannot blow the capital thousands of miles away.

This year's Iron Net Mountain Hunt, it seems that there is not much gossip for the people of the capital to be happy, which makes those who like to eat melons and watch dramas very dissatisfied.

But soon there was a super bustle from Dengzhou, someone with several boats of widows was rushing to the capital, and they were all about to enter the city.

Even if there is no snow in the capital in the winter moon, it is still a bitterly cold wind.

Jia Cong and Daiyu were tightly wrapped, and the two of them crowded into the carriage holding the hand stove and waited for the arrival of thousands of widows.

The emperor's attitude towards Goryeo maids and widows can be said to be diametrically opposed, and the cabinet issued three decrees to the local government in accordance with the holy will, ordering all localities to strictly investigate the sale of Goryeo women.

And the widows, directly equivalent to Kunlun slaves, are legally saleable slaves.

As soon as this order came out, the capital was in an uproar.

Most of the people naturally supported the imperial edict, but some even sang lamentations to the widows.

They believed that the court's move was contrary to the benevolence of the Celestial Empire, and that the Japanese women were also human beings, and should not be picked and picked like goods like Goryeo women.

However, these remarks are not very big in the market in the capital, and the nobles have no way to get the legendary Goryeo maid to serve, and finally have the opportunity to buy a widow slave maid, and they have already prepared silver to buy him ten or eight, and when they heard that someone was cutting off their "happiness" road, how could it be bearable!

As soon as the news from Dengzhou reached the capital, the business of the teahouses and liquor stores in the city skyrocketed several times.

These skyrocketing profits are not from the sale of tea and wine, but from smashed tables, chairs and dishes.

For every dish broken by the shopkeepers of the wine shop and teahouse, they will be compensated for several times the cost. Dare someone not to compensate, heh, the forbidden army master who patrols the city has been bulging a lot of money recently.

"Sister Lin, you don't even have a trace of sympathy for what happened to the widow?"

Daiyu glanced at Jia Cong, who was obviously teasing her, and elegantly raised her hand to give Jia Cong a brain meltdown.

"What do you have to do with me? Why should I sympathize with them? Besides, the two countries are at war, I sympathize with them, who will sympathize with the soldiers who shed blood and sacrificed for the country, as well as their parents, wives and children? ”

Compared with those nobles in the inner house who sit in gorgeous clothes, Daiyu's "coldness" to the widows can be said to be commendable.

If it had been before, she might have shown the same mercy as the women of the inner house who sympathized with the plight of the widows.

But now Daiyu has already learned a lot of insights that can't be obtained by sitting in the inner house in the court.

The national war is not a book that can describe its brutality.

Not to mention anything else, Ning Rong's Jia family, as the top martial arts family of the national dynasty, this time to conquer the Japanese, there were more than ten Jia clansmen in the backstreet who followed Liu Yi, the king of Jing, to the Japanese island.

It was only a few days ago that three of his clansmen had died on the battlefield, and this was just the beginning.

The old fathers and mothers of the three clansmen, as well as the wives and children they left behind, are they not as pitiful as those widows?

Besides, the Japanese girls were indeed sold to Daxia and became slaves, but they were not necessarily worse than staying on the Wa Island in Daxia.

At least, the slaves and maids of Great Xia are also protected by the laws of the national dynasty, and the master cannot kill them at will.

On the contrary, under the status of women in the Japanese country, there is a shortage of food, and the first people to abandon are the elderly and women.

When there is a shortage of food in winter, the Japanese people will carry their old fathers and mothers to the mountains, and it is even less likely that women can get the scarce food, and it is common for them to starve to death and freeze to death.

……

Daiyu's thoughts slowly drifted far away, in fact, she was naturally sympathetic, but she was very clear about the distance and distance.

As the princess of Great Xia, she is not towards the subjects of Great Xia, that is a strange thing!

"It's so white!"

"It's so dark!"

The exclamations outside the carriage pulled Daiyu back to reality from her contemplation, and Jia Cong had lifted the curtain to look out, only to see that the carriages had formed a long line and began to be inspected by the forbidden army, and then the carriages entered the city.

These carriages were unobstructed, and on them sat a petite woman with a slightly timid name, dressed in a Japanese costume......

As for Fang Cai's two contradictory exclamations, Jia Cong quickly understood how they came.

With a pale face and black teeth, isn't it just white and black!

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