"Father!"

Ah Biao's expression changed in shock.

Three Zhu Di, three Zhu Gaochi, three Zhu Zhanji, orthodox Jingtai Chenghua, Hongzhi, Zhengde, Jiajing, Longqing, Wanli, all the princes of the great tomorrow and the famous generals of various dynasties on the viewing platform.

At this moment, their expressions changed drastically.

Especially the two martial arts masters among the generals, Qi Jiguang and Yu Dayou have the fastest reaction speed.

When Nurhachi launched a desperate charge towards Lao Zhu, the two of them had already jumped out decisively.

However.

At the moment when the two of them jumped off the viewing platform and stepped on the edge of the ring with their feet.

'Bang'!

A sound, like the explosion of gunpowder, sounded in this snowy place.

Ring.

The air was filled with a faint smell of gunsmoke.

Lao Zhu's expression was calm, and he was holding a short system that was still smoking in his hand.

And in front of him.

"You, you..."

Nurhachi's face was unwilling, incredulous, and his heart was surging with anger.

Subconsciously looked down at the position of his chest and heart, it was already a blur of flesh and blood, and his heart was completely broken.

With a plop, Nurhachi knelt in front of Lao Zhu and landed on the ground with his remaining left hand.

Tilting his head, his red cracked eyes stared at Zhu Yuanzhang like a beast.

"Make, cheat!"

His throat was bloody, and he gritted his teeth and said these two words.

Lao Zhu disagreed and smiled contemptuously.

The reason why he made such a 1V1 was only because Lao Zhu wanted to prove to history from the perspective of personal force that his Ming Taizu was stronger than this Qing ancestor.

And the battle just now has already come to an end.

Even so, Lao Zhu naturally would not let himself fall into danger.

According to Lao Zhu's own words, the life of our founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty is precious, what kind of thing are you Jiannu wild boar skin, and you deserve to exchange your life for our life.

'How could there be such a firearm!' ’

As the head of the Jianzhou Jurchens, Nurhachi worked as a slave by the Li family's father and son for more than ten years in his early years.

But the firearm he had in his impression couldn't fire so quickly at all.

"Huh."

Lao Zhu smiled, blew the muzzle of the short gun that was still smoking, and looked down slightly at Nurhachi, who was kneeling on the ground and vomiting blood.

"Don't understand, do you?"

"I don't know anything, let's call it a flintlock pistol."

Raised the short system in his hand slightly.

"Premium goods."

Then, Lao Zhu slowly raised his hand with a short hand, and aimed it at Nurhachi's head at close range.

At this moment, the Jurchen bald heads in the cage around them all had their pupils shrinking sharply, and their hearts were terrified to the extreme.

Lao Zhu's voice sounded indifferently at this moment.

"In the name of the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, I gave you and others to build slaves, and exterminated the clan."

The moment the words fell.

Under Nurhachi's bloodshot gaze.

Lao Zhu's face showed no mercy, and he decisively pulled the trigger.

Bang!

There was an explosion of sound.

The fire bomb hit the center of Nurhachi's head at close range, directly lifting his Heavenly Spirit Gai into the air, ending the life of this Qing Taizu.

A generation of Nurhachi announced that it would go offline.

Of course, it is Nurhachi of Wanli Time and Space who is offline here.

The audience was stunned.

On the viewing platform, Ji Boying looked at the flint hair in Lao Zhu's hand, and suddenly remembered.

He had forgotten about it.

Earlier, after the lesson on firearms, he gave Lao Zhu a flint hair shortened by himself.

This flintlock pistol was brought by Ji Boying from Western Europe in Wanli time and space, after all, the Ming Dynasty flintlock pistol is still in the middle and late stages of Chongzhen.

Originally, it was intended to use this flintlock pistol to popularize the knowledge of the difference between arquebuses and flintlock pistols.

After all.

Since the technical and theoretical knowledge of the sixteen time and space can be completely shared, the later the theory of firearms and the maturity of firearms will naturally be, and of course it is impossible to develop these time and space in the early Ming Dynasty from scratch.

For example, at the beginning of the development of firearms, the sixteen time and space had to be aligned with the level of the late Ming Dynasty, which could save decades or even hundreds of years of time for other time and space.

"Father Khan!"

Huang Taiji's voice suddenly sounded, and he was overwhelmed with grief.

He knew better that the moment his father Khan was killed, the end of his people was already doomed.

"Great Khan!"

“…………”

These group of Jurchen nobles who were imprisoned in a cage looked at the corpse of Nurhachi, who was kneeling on the ground in the ring, and looked at the figure of Zhu Yuanzhang, the son of tomorrow, in the ring.

All of them were terrified and frightened, witnessing their boss being shot in the head.

This double impact of the naked eye and the soul is not ordinarily strong.

Lao Zhu put away the delicate short system in his hand, and his face was happy.

Naturally, there are firearms in Hongwunian, but the level of firearms in Hongwunian is too different from the flint hair in his hand.

The development process of the fire system includes muskets, arquebuses, and flintlock pistols.

The fire system of the Hongwu year is still in the fire gate.

The operation of the musket is too cumbersome to do instantaneous, and the same is true for the arquebus, and in this cold day with goose feathers and heavy snow, it may not even be able to fire.

After the headshot, Lao Zhu slowly walked out of the ring.

stepped onto the viewing platform and went straight to Ji Boying's side and sat down.

There was also a cup of old banzhang on the table beside him, steaming hot.

"Oh, it seems that the sword is still not old, and the tea is not cold when the general returns, and it has the style of a martial saint."

Lao Zhu's face was happy and proud.

Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu.

Are you afraid of amnesia? Forgot that you drank a cup of tea before going up?

"It's new."

Ji Boying's words pierced and couldn't get used to it.

"Oh oh, this, that's it."

Lao Zhu smiled awkwardly, picked up the old class chapter on the table, blew on it, and took a sip.

"Taizu is mighty!"

Zhu Changluo, the crown prince of Wanli, took the lead in kneeling beside Lao Zhu, and was the first to open his mouth to pat himself.

After all, he was deeply and seriously aware of the stupid mistake he had made, and in Zhu Changluo's opinion, this stupid mistake was likely to cost him his life.

After all, looking at the group of princes present.

These people are either the sons of heaven who are already in office, or they are the princes who are sure of it, only themselves, who are guarded by their fathers like wolves, if the great grandfather strips the Wanli imperial power in his hands, then he will be completely finished.

Lao Zhu glanced at Zhu Changluo, who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He was extremely unhappy with the weapon rack.

In Lao Zhu's view, this duel is about the face of the Ming Dynasty, and it must not be eloquent.

However, Lao Zhu also knows that Zhu Changluo has made meritorious contributions in this battle.

"Liaodong has a share of merit in raising troops and food."

"The merits and demerits are offset, if we do such an insulting act in the future, we will definitely punish it severely!"

When the words fell, Zhu Changluo was excited.

"Obey the teachings of the great grandfather!"

Zhu Chang Luobang slammed his head to the ground, and he exhaled a long breath in his heart, and his entire eyes were red with excitement, and he almost thought that he was going to send it.

After all, in the books that Zhu Changluo has read, Grandpa Tai is a ruthless man who is prone to people's heads.

"Grandpa, what should I do with these remaining golden people?"

Excited.

Zhu Changluo suddenly asked.

After all, this is Wanli time and space, and the aftermath of this war should naturally be done by him, the crown prince of Wanli, who is in charge of the country.

"Are you deaf?"

Old Zhu Di glanced at Zhu Changluo, who was asking.

"What your father said just now, you didn't hear a word?"

'Huh? ’

Zhu Changluo's heart chuckled.

He was only nervous in his heart just now, and he didn't notice what Lao Zhu said in the ring just now.

"Little brother, don't be nervous."

Wuzong Zhu Houzhao smiled, raised his hand and patted Zhu Changluo's shoulder.

"Grandpa Fang has already said it."

"Give these sons to build slaves, exterminate the race, and extinct the species."

Hearing this, Zhu Changluo's eyes suddenly flashed ruthlessly.

immediately looked at Lao Zhu, looking like a military order.

"Please rest assured, please rest assured, I promise Taizu and the ancestors that after three months, there will be no Jurchen in this world!"

"Hmm."

Lao Zhu nodded slightly.

Slaughtering the roots of the Jurchens is an established national policy.

"Father, what was the gun you just had?"

And Ah Biao's attention was on Lao Zhu's flint hair that collapsed Nurhachi just now.

He could see at a glance that this was definitely not a firearm of Hong Wunian.

In a word.

Old Zhu Di, Zhu Laosi, Little Zhu Si, as well as the princes of heaven in the middle and early Ming Dynasty, all of them also had novelty in their eyes.

On the contrary, it was Lao Wanli, and there was no surprise on his face.

The earliest flintlock pistol was invented in France in 1547, that is, in the twenty-sixth year of Jiajing, but the Jiajing Dynasty has always implemented a maritime ban, and it takes time for the flintlock pistol to spread eastward.

Therefore, the Jiajing immortals in Jiajing for thirty-one years have never been seen.

And although Longqing Little Bee has opened the sea, he has always been crazy about collecting honey in the harem, and Longqing has only partially opened the sea, and there are many restrictions, which do not include arms trading.

And even if someone puts the flintlock pistol in front of the little bee, the little bee will probably not be interested, he likes to play shooting, but only likes to use his original one.

On the contrary, it is Lao Wanli, even if he lives in the deep palace, but from time to time there are eunuchs who will bring some novelties into the palace, so he has also played with a few flintlock pistols brought by foreigners.

Of course.

For this flintlock pistol, Lao Wanli was limited to playing with it, and did not think about promoting it in the past.

In fact, there is a clear record that the flintlock pistol has been introduced to the Ming Dynasty in the Wanli period, but with the technology of the Ming Dynasty at that time, there is no way to imitate it, or wait until 1635, that is, Bi Mao (mào) Kang in the Chongzhen period, the first official version of the flintlock pistol was made.

The time when the Ming Dynasty invented the flintlock pistol was nearly a hundred years later than in Europe.

But at this time, the firearms of the Ming Dynasty actually did not lag behind the Western countries too much.

As long as the government can increase investment, actively participate in the Great Voyage to complete the original capital accumulation, keep up with the pace of the times, and with the natural higher IQ of the Han people than the white people, it will inevitably be able to catch up.

It's a pity that after the Ming and Qing dynasties,

The braided eyes of the Qing Dynasty were higher than the top, completely despised the Western countries, and even more despised the skills of the West, and boasted that Aixin Jueluo was the first in the universe, and perfectly missed the industrial revolution.

Qianlong once made a conclusion to England: "Although the people of the country can understand the sea lanes and are good at driving, they are convenient for water but not land, and the sea ships are in the ocean, and they cannot enter the inland ocean. ”

This tone directly became a model for later Qing emperors, who concluded that Westerners would only fight at sea, not on land.

"Flintlock pistol."

"One of the most commonly used firearms in the Age of Discovery."

Ji Boying said lightly.

After all, Lao Zhu only knows how to pull the trigger, where does he know what this flintlock pistol is.

'Flintlock pistol! ’

These three words suddenly fell into the hearts of every prince of heaven.

"Hmm."

"Back to the classroom."

Ji Boying finally glanced at the place of the ring, glanced at the corpse of Nurhachi who was kneeling on the ground and was already covered with thick snow, and glanced at the bald heads of the Jurchens around the ring who were waiting to be slaughtered.

After this wave of operations, the braids of Wanli Time and Space have been completely cut.

Can Taichang time and space.

Thinking of this, Ji Boying's brows couldn't help frowning.

The old slave of Taichang time and space is different from the old slave of Wanli time and space.

Taichang Old Slave has won the Battle of Salhu, and then won Kaiyuan, Tieling and other dangerous places, ensuring the retreat of the Eight Banners Army in Liaodong, and crisscrossing the entire Liaodong.

He also moved the capital from Hetuara to Jiefan, and then to Salhu.

is in the heyday of high spirits, even if the old slave of Taichang is not as good as the emperor Taiji who has been dressed as six gods during the Chongzhen period, how can it be regarded as the second one.

"Remember, after cutting off the heads of Nurhachi and Huang Taiji, it will be saved."

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Changluo and spoke.

Anti-corrosion technology, Daming still has.

Zhu Changluo was stunned, save the heads of these people? What is it for?

However, he definitely didn't dare to ask, since it was said by the immortal master, he could only obediently obey and bow deeply.

"Zhu Changluo obeys the decree of the Immortal Master!"

"Hmm."

Ji Boying let out a faint 'um'.

These heads of Wanli braids are of great use.

Like what.

On the eve of the Taichang War, throwing a Nurhachi's head into the city of Salhu, wouldn't it feel very sour?

Then, Ji Boying moved.

Instantly.

All the Great Tomorrow Prince Princes on this viewing platform disappeared in place.

The Emperor Taiji and the others on the side of the ring, originally glared at the viewing platform one by one, but their pupils suddenly shrank at this moment.

God, miracles!

After a moment of silence, Huang Taiji looked at Nurhachi's corpse in the ring, looked up at the sky again, and sighed.

"Heaven is dead, my big gold!"

Flutter.

Beside this cage, the sergeant's quick knife had been cut off.

The head falls to the ground.

…………………………

Hongwu time and space, the main hall of the drunken immortal building.

In an instant, the figures of the princes of heaven all appeared in unison, and as for the generals of the various dynasties who participated in the war, they all returned to their respective time and space.

After that, they will be called together separately to formally form a cross-time combat team.

Their performance on the battlefield of Wanli Liaodong this time, Ah Biao will make a summary next, and then make targeted adjustments.

There is no need for Ji Boying to speak.

These princes of heaven all consciously sat back in their seats.

This battle of cutting braids, although the time before and after is combined, has been prepared for several months, and it has been fought for many days.

But for the Son of Heaven in each time and space, because Ji Boying is by his side to accelerate the time flow of Wanli time and space, it is actually the time for one or two hours of class.

At this moment, it can be seen that most of the emotions of these princes are still in high spirits.

It's all thinking, even the grandfather cut off the head of the braid with his own hands, and our grandfather's children and grandchildren can't fall behind, and when we go back, we have to cut a few of ourselves.

"Remember one thing."

has taught these people for so long, and these princes of heaven can't escape Ji Boying's eyes if there is any change in their eyes.

The voice fell.

Everyone in the seats straightened their backs and listened carefully to the words of the immortal master.

"Exterminating the Jurchens is not your ultimate goal, and you must not feel that everything is worry-free just because you destroy the Jurchens."

Suddenly, a question mark appeared on the face of every prince of heaven.

"Brother, do you mean that there are other threats from the north?"

Lao Zhu frowned.

He originally thought that as long as the potential threat of the Jurchens was eliminated and the Mongols were crippled, then the affairs in the north should be completely resolved, and the Ming would no longer have any threat.

After all, in Lao Zhu's concept, only these things are right in the north.

But now listening to my brother's words, it seems that things are not so simple.

Old Zhu Di, Zhu Laosi and others also frowned one after another, and their eyes fell on the body of the immortal master on the podium.

Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu, and then swept over the group of princes of heaven, and opened his mouth meaningfully.

"The world is huge."

Then, speak out to stop the urge to ask questions.

"Hmm."

"Don't worry, I'll explain it to you in detail in the next class."

Then.

Bending over and moving, he raised his hand to pick up the bucket pen on the pen holder in front of the rice paper on the panel.

Lifting the pen, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and wrote the first line of words on this rice paper.

"The Downfall of the Dynasty: Grassroots Officials"

"Write it down carefully and go back and think about it, this is the first topic of the next theory class."

All the princes of heaven suddenly took a deep breath, and their eyes were focused on the first topic, after all, the words 'survival of the dynasty' are too eye-catching for the princes of heaven.

And Ji Boying's movements did not stop.

After writing the first line, I continued to write the second line.

"Synchronization of the Age of Discovery: The Crazy Sand Empire"

'Crazy land-grabbing? ’

'Tsarist Empire?! ’

These words, falling into the eyes of the princes of heaven, were all frowning, they had never heard the name of this empire.

"Immortal Master."

"How much land can this Tsar Empire plunder? How big was the Tsarist Empire? How does it compare to my Yongle Dynasty? ”

Old Zhu Di opened his mouth and said.

On his face, he was full of confidence.

After all, in the Ming Dynasty, when it comes to land area, the Yongle Dynasty has the largest land area, and under the old Zhu Di's more than ten years of southern expeditions and northern expeditions, the control territory of the Yongle Dynasty has directly expanded to 10 million square kilometers.

Ji Boying glanced at the confidence on Old Zhu Di's face, then retracted his gaze and spoke lightly.

"The pinnacle territory of the Tsarist Empire is probably the territory of the Ming Dynasty of two and a half Yongle Dynasty."

At its peak, the Tsarist Empire had a land area of 24.45 million square kilometers, and was the second largest land empire after the former Mongol Empire, excluding the Spanish and English colonizations that relied on great navigation.

In its heyday, before the division of the Mongol Empire, the territory was 30 million to 50 million square kilometers, of course, this specific statement is different, some say more than 30 million, some say more than 40 million, and some talk about more than 90 million.

Groov.

Old Zhu Di's face changed, and he was slapped in the face when he filled the cup, and his old face couldn't help but turn red.

And Lao Zhu and the other heavenly sons were their eyes condensed, and their faces became solemn.

Especially Lao Zhu, the founding emperor.

He never imagined that, apart from the Mongols, there would be such a vast superpower in the north in later generations.

And if the territory can reach such a wide range, its national strength must be even stronger, after all, without a strong national strength, it is impossible to support such a vast territory.

This is definitely not a good thing for Daming.

After all, those countries far away in the Western Ocean are too far away from the land area of the Ming Dynasty, and the threat is limited for a certain period of time, and the powerful country in the north is directly bordering the land of the Ming Dynasty and is an absolute strong enemy.

As the saying goes: on the side of the couch, how can the tiger be allowed to sleep soundly.

"Don't worry, in the next class, I will tell you in detail about this Tsarist Empire and how the Ming Dynasty should deal with it."

"You should all remember these two theoretical topics that I have just written down, and I will ask questions before the next class."

Ji Boying swept over these princes of heaven, and as soon as the two words of the question came out, everyone suddenly became energetic, and hurriedly took notes and copied down these two questions.

Although, it can be seen, they are now very eager to ask questions about this Tsarist Empire.

But they have already taken so many classes, and they all understand the habit of immortal masters, and each class has a lesson content.

And then on.

Ji Boying's movements still did not stop, nor did he put down the pen in his hand, but continued to raise the pen and write the third line of words on this panel of rice paper.

"That's the subject of the next practical observation class."

"The Fate of the Son of Heaven in January: Exploring the Truth of the Red Pill Case"

As soon as the pen fell, a voice sounded.

"Hahaha, which unlucky emperor is so short-lived, he has only been an emperor for a month."

Zhu Changluo, the crown prince of Wanli, this kid didn't know if his brain was suddenly pumped or what, the moment he saw the topic of this practical observation class, he suddenly said with a smile.

The next moment, I suddenly found out.

The eyes of the ancestors were all fixed on him.

‘？？？ ’

'Why are you all staring at me?' Do I have flowers on my face? ’

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PS: I was discharged from the hospital at noon today, and these days the whole person has the illusion that he is dreaming, but fortunately, I fulfilled the promise I made to my brothers at the beginning, even if I was busy, I didn't stop watching.

Next, I'll adjust the state a little, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and start to restore the previous Riwan update~!

I have received many blessings from my brothers in the past few days, and I am really grateful for my understanding!

Today is the last day of August, and there are 300 monthly tickets to 3,000, so I beg the brothers to rush a wave!!

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