The 100-member delegation led by Zhou Jin set out from Lingshui County and headed west to Jizhou first.

Half a month later, Zhou Jin and his entourage arrived in Jizhou City, looking at the towering city wall in front of him, Zhou Jin couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

This is his hometown, when he was still a weak scholar, and he still had some unrealistic illusions about Great Xia.

Now that he has returned to this extremely familiar city in another capacity, he can only shake his head and smile bitterly.

The road was full of desolation, and the prosperous northern state's largest state was no longer prosperous.

As the most populous administrative unit in Great Xia, if the Zhili region is the heart of the whole world, then Jizhou is undoubtedly the strongest arm.

It's hard not to sigh when it's all over the place.

The white bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles.

All of this is a sign of the catastrophe that the land has experienced before, and no one knows whether the people living on this land are dead or alive.

Unlike Zhou Jin's full of emotion, the soldiers who accompanied him felt unspeakably miserable.

Dozens of mules and horses dragged three heavy cannon barrels, and they had to stop every few miles to rest, and too much delay was lost in the stop-and-go period.

Looking at the city gate that was getting closer and closer, Zhou Jin adjusted his thoughts and told the defenders by the city gate that the Lingshui County mission asked to see the governor of Jizhou.

The general defending the city looked at the march of one hundred and ten people in front of him, each of whom was equipped with a war horse mount, and there were three strange-looking iron pillars dragging behind him, and he was a little suspicious in his heart.

But they were still told to wait outside the city, and a messenger was sent to the city to report.

Not long after, a middle-aged man dressed as a civil official in the city walked out and sighed softly after seeing Zhou Jin, who was the leader.

"Lord Zhou?"

Listening to the questioning questions of the middle-aged man in front of him, Zhou Jin also began to look at the other party carefully, but no matter how he recalled, he didn't have any impression.

Looking at Zhou Jin's frowning appearance, the man took two steps forward and said quickly; "Zhao Fenghui, the messenger in Xia Jizhou, Lord Zhou naturally doesn't recognize me."

"You and I are the same batch of middle school candidates in Jizhou, but we can't compare with you, the champion."

Listening to the man's words, Zhou Jin was slightly relieved, and heard the man continue: "Why did Lord Zhou go to Qingzhou? ”

Then Zhou Jin explained his intention to the other party, and told the other party about his position as the chief secretary in Lingshui County.

After listening to Zhou Jin's narration, Zhao Fenghui sighed quite a lot, and didn't understand why a person with academic knowledge like Zhou Jin would let Jizhou officials not do it, but went to a small county town to be a chief bookkeeper.

As far as he knew, Zhou Jin had also been an official in the court in his early years, and he had a higher position than himself, and it was really amazing that he was now willing to stoop to a small remote county.

Zhao Fenghui had heard a little about Lingshui County before, and knew that it was a small county on the border of Qingzhou, and he also knew that Jizhou had secretly supported him many times before.

But he never took a small county town to heart, and when he heard that the champion of the year was serving in this small county that he didn't look down on, he couldn't help but be a little amazed.

The two chatted for a while, but they were not busy entering the city, but they talked about the world's major affairs at the city gate.

The two are also classmates, and Zhao Fenghui, who is amazed by Zhou Jin's literary insight, admires him a lot.

But when he heard that Zhou Jin came here to see Jizhou Governor Fu Xia Cheng, his face was full of embarrassment.

"Lord Zhou, don't say that it is quite difficult to meet Lord Xia on weekdays."

"Let's just say that Lord Xia is not in Jizhou City now."

Listening to Zhao Fenghui's words, Zhou Jin hurriedly asked the reason.

It turned out that there was a rebellion in Lan County under the jurisdiction of Jizhou, and a rebel army called the Shenhuo Sect captured the county seat, and Xia Cheng, the governor of Jizhou in anger, had already led the government soldiers to suppress the rebellion.

Listening to Zhao Fenghui's narration, Zhou Jin knew that it was impossible to see the actual ruler of Jizhou in a short period of time.

After leaving behind a few soldiers and a cannonball, as well as a small number of shells, he set off for Kyoto.

Before leaving, Zhou Jin also specially instructed Zhao Fenghui, telling him to report as soon as Xia Dufu returned.

That Zhao Fenghui also agreed directly, although his position is not high, but Zhou Jin is from Qingzhou after all, presumably Xia Cheng will have a lot of interest in Lingshui County in Qingzhou.

It's just an iron lump left behind, and he can't figure out what it has to do with the weapons imported by Zhou.

After Zhou Jin and his entourage set off from Qingzhou, they rushed directly to Kyoto, and now he didn't want to delay too much time in Jizhou.

It's just that Zhou Jin was secretly surprised in his heart when he was on the road, but he didn't expect that the civil uprising in the north would be so fierce now.

Even the heavily guarded county town can be captured by the rebel rebel army, and at this time there is already a smell of mountain rain and wind full of buildings.

The rest of the process went smoothly, and twenty days later, Zhou Jin arrived in Kyoto.

After arriving in Kyoto, Zhou Jin and the others waited for two days outside Hengwai before being released into the city.

After entering the city, he didn't meet Emperor Qin Yu, but he met Xiao Jiu's old acquaintance Zhu Cong.

Now Zhu Cong's identity has broken away from the bureaucratic system in Qingzhou and has become a commander of the Kyoto Forbidden Army.

Looking at Zhou Jin and his entourage from Lingshui County in front of him and the cannon he said, Zhu Cong's eyes were a little suspicious.

"You say it's a weapon?"

Zhou Jin looked at Zhu Cong, who was puzzled, but smiled slightly, and carefully described the power of this cannon.

But with Zhou Jin's detailed narration, Zhu Cong didn't believe in this cannon that was rumored to be miraculous.

Then Zhu Cong asked Zhou Jin to demonstrate the cannon, but Zhou Jin shook his head with a smile.

"General Zhu, this cannon is amazingly powerful, and I am afraid it will be inconvenient to test fire it in Kyoto."

Listening to Zhou Jin's kind persuasion, Zhu Cong snorted coldly.

"You just said that this cannon is so powerful, why don't you even dare to test it now?"

Looking at Zhu Cong, who was displeased, Zhou Jin had no choice but to ask the Xiao Zi battalion soldiers who were with him to aim the cannon at a ruined city wall and start installing cannonballs.

Several soldiers worked together to slide a cannonball into the thick chamber of the cannon, making a muffled sound as the shell collided with the barrel.

When he was about to light the fire, Zhou Jin couldn't help but step forward and whispered to Zhu Cong: "Lord Zhu, let's avoid it." ”

Zhu Cong heard Zhou Jin's tireless advice, and he was already a little impatient, and at this time he glanced at the other party coldly and didn't say a word.

Zhou Jin didn't care about him anymore, watching the lead burn little by little and finally sink into the barrel.

"Peng~"

As a gunpowder explosion and burning green smoke rose into the air, a terrifying bang shattered the peace of Kyoto.

Zhu Cong, who was originally not a fake color, also changed his face at this time, and his eyes were stunned in place.