Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Lu Su was eventually dragged away by Pang Tong.

After all, although there have been speculations before, it is completely different from seeing it with one's own eyes.

The brave sailor who braved the waves and conquered the Northland.

All directions came together to fight against Cao's army.

Secretly communicating with Jiang Dong, who was dressed in white and attacked from behind.

Sun Hou, who acted lightly and cunningly, was famous for his legacy to future generations.

And with the sighs of later generations, and the vague claims that Sun Quan was mentally ill, etc., Lu Su became more and more silent when he thought about the efforts he had devoted to Jiangdong.

In the end, Zhang Fei stepped forward and patted Lu Su's shoulder gently to express relief, and finally left with Pang Tong after Pang Tong's persistence.

Seeing Lu Zijing's staggering back as he left, Kong Ming also shook his head, closed the book in his hand and stretched.

The Lord took care of Lu Zijing's thoughts and left early, which made the light curtain discussion more casual.

Doctor Zhang left in a hurry, probably because he was thinking about the bottles and jars in the medical office.

As far as Kong Ming knows, Doctor Zhang has been very busy recently.

Among the seven subjects of the imperial examination three months ago, medicine ranked last, and the number of applicants was naturally the smallest.

But in the end, a few promising talents stood out, which already made Zhang Zhongjing extremely excited.

In addition, Zhang Zhongjing was fascinated by the distillation method he heard from later generations and perfected by people in the Tang Dynasty, and he wished he could soak in that workshop every day.

Not just Doctor Zhang, Jian Yong is now busy comparing the maps obtained from later generations, comparing and reconstructing the geographical maps west of the Western Regions one by one, preparing for the Han Dynasty to return to the Western Regions to deter Central Asia in the future.

Mi Zhu needed to coordinate the commercial exchanges east of the Jingyi River, and had been frequently sending merchants west out of Yongliang, determined to dredge the trade routes so that the Southwest Yi Road could be connected with the Western Regions trade routes, and hoped that after the Cao thieves were defeated in the future, the Southwest Yi Road and the Western Regions The commercial road, the Liaodong commercial road, and the Nanyang sea route connected with each other, making Chang'an and Luoyang right in the middle, making what later generations called the "Silk Road" worthy of its name.

Fazheng should have got up and gone to Taixue. If he wanted to redefine the world, he needed to establish new laws. In the past six months, Fazheng has been busy with this matter. He not only cited scriptures, but also looked at Guangmuji, trying to understand the Tang, Song, Ming and later generations from a few words. Waiting for the testimonials as a reference, and seems to have roped in Zhong Yuanchang to help.

And... "What's wrong with Yide?"

After stretching, Kong Ming looked at Zhang Fei, who was kneeling in front of him, a little strange.

Zhang Fei touched the back of his head, but his words were not polite at all:

"Commander, I'm very curious about that artillery."

Kong Ming understood.

After all, people in the Tang Dynasty had just focused on describing the power of this thing.

Just hearing that Tuyuhun was destroyed because of this will naturally make people curious.

"Just come with me." Kong Ming stood up, set the table and mats, and then led the way out of the side hall.

When the light curtain was broadcast, the soldiers guarding outside the hall had already dispersed without leaving a trace, and the two of them walked out of the main entrance as if they were walking through their own yard.

"Yeah, it's snowing."

Zhang Fei raised his head and caught the falling snowflakes with his hands. This weather reminded him of Zhuojun after decades of absence.

I wonder if we can see the snow in Yanshan Mountain next year?

My mind wandered for a while, and when I turned around, I saw Kong Ming clumsily getting on his horse, wrapped in thick clothes.

Zhang Fei suddenly became anxious:

"Why does the military advisor need to ride a horse? Just let me, Lao Zhang, drive the military advisor!"

The servants in the General's Mansion were no strangers to Zhang Fei and Kong Ming. Zhang Fei didn't need to go over to tell him, but the groom showed his willingness to drive for the three generals and the military advisor.

"I just need to go and have a rest!"

Zhang Fei laughed and refused:

"I haven't driven for a military advisor for a long time, so why bother fighting with me? In this weather, baking wine by the fire is not much more comfortable than driving in the wind and snow?"

Kong Ming, who was forced into the carriage by Zhang Fei, smiled when he heard this. While shaking the residual snow on his body, he shook his head inwardly, feeling that Yide had probably considered the details and felt that the artillery matter should be kept secret.

After Kong Ming was seated, Zhang Fei sat on the shaft of the carriage and listened to the military advisor's directions, then drove the carriage leisurely in the wind and snow.

"Yide doesn't feel cold?"

After passing two streets like this, Kong Ming looked very happy when he heard Yide humming an unknown tune happily, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Compared to Zhuojun, Guanzhong is considered warmer."

Kong Ming nodded, and remembered what later generations said about the longitude and latitude of the earth. The closer to the south, the warmer it is, and conversely, the further north it is, the colder it is. But I don't know what the relationship between this temperature change and the longitude and latitude is?

However, even if Kong Mingxuan was troubled in his heart, he had his own ruler to measure things. He could measure the temperature, but how to make a ruler?

After thinking about it for a while, several conjectures soon popped up, but they were quickly denied by Kong Ming himself. His thoughts were soon interrupted by Zhang Fei's loud voice asking for directions.

Over there, Zhang Fei didn't notice the military advisor's distraction, and was still chattering:

"Although Zhuojun is cold, it is still possible to survive, but if we go further to Changli and Xuanzang in Liaodong, it is really cold."

"There is also Wuhuanhu in northeastern Liaoning, where it can be cold for six months a year."

"When I go back and kill the thief Cao, I will invite the military advisor to go to the north. However, Zhuojun is too cold, so the military advisor can go to Zilong's hometown. Changshan is surrounded by three mountains. It is not too cold. It is suitable for the military advisor to go to the south like this." People too.”

"If I can return to the north, I will definitely walk in front of the Lianzi Sutra twice to see who dares to say that I, Lao Zhang, cannot make contributions. The military advisor must remember to make my Lao Zhang's military seal bigger."

Kong Ming quietly listened to Yide's messy story, listened to his complaints about the severe cold in the north, and felt his longing for Zhuojun between the lines.

However, hearing the name Lian Zi Jing still made Kong Ming curious, and he asked casually:

"Is the Lianzi Jing the Lianzhao that aims at reassuring the people?"

"Who else could it be if he wasn't him?"

Kong Ming understood.

In order to attract this person, the Lord only talked about it after he heard about the defeat of Yiling and accidentally drank too much, but he just sighed, "Fortunately, Zi Jing did not follow me, otherwise it would harm the people of the north."

The lord did not conceal it intentionally. Later, Kong Ming asked curiously, and in a few words, Kong Ming had an initial impression of this lord's childhood acquaintance.

A good man aims at guarding the border and killing Huan people is enough to comfort him in his life.

Zhang Fei sighed, but was not too entangled. He soon told Kong Ming about the good fruits in the north in midsummer. Hearing this, Kong Ming felt a little hungry in his mouth and teeth. Fortunately, Zhang Fei followed Zhang Fei very quickly. Fly:

"Military advisor, here we are!"

The carriage stopped and the snow became heavier.

This is Hu County, south of Chang'an. Zhang Fei looked across Fengshui. The wind and snow were too heavy and he couldn't see anything clearly. But Kong Ming knew what Zhang Fei was looking at, so he also explained:

"That's Ziwu Valley over there."

Without the light curtain, thirteen years later, when Ji Han was unwilling to remain in peace, Wei Wenchang proposed this strategy in order to achieve extraordinary results and prosper the Han Dynasty, but was rejected by Prime Minister Zhuge.

Ziwu Valley Qimou was mentioned more than once in later generations, and the results of each discussion were difficult to achieve, but still caring about it so much was probably a sigh of relief for Ji Han.

Fortunately...

"I think it's better to leave this valley as it is without marching."

Zhang Fei stretched his neck and tried his best to look, but in the end there was no result, but he finally sighed.

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"General Yide, come in quickly and warm yourself up. Why are you sighing here?"

There are not many people in Hu County today. When Zhang Fei drove over, he met a sergeant in the north of the county who was not afraid of the wind and snow, so the owner here also knew that someone was visiting.

Zhang Fei laughed as soon as he turned around, and first bowed his hands politely to the visitor:

"General Fu."

Then he stretched his neck and smiled at the young man behind Fu Shu:

"Little Jiang Wei, I thought you didn't want to see me at Chang'an Imperial Academy, but I didn't expect you to be taking a break here."

Fu Wei nodded and greeted Zhang Fei and Kong Ming respectively.

Jiang Wei, who looked unusually small standing in front of Zhang Fei, raised his head unconvinced and said:

"What a break, what I'm busy with here is all for the prosperity of Han Dynasty."

Although he had some guesses in his mind, Zhang Fei couldn't help teasing this junior:

"You haven't grown tall yet, so what do you mean by contributing? Studying hard and waiting to govern the country and the people in the future can be called contributing."

Seeing Jiang Wei jumping to argue with Zhang Fei, Kong Ming quickly comforted his disciple.

Fu Wei said nothing and stretched out his hand to guide Kong Ming inside. Zhang Fei also briefly asked about the situation here.

Hu County was originally relatively close to Chang'an, so life was okay, but when the army and thieves came repeatedly, the people quickly died and fled. When Xiahou Yuan settled in Chang'an and recruited civilians to farm, Hu County was completely deserted.

When Liu Bei returned to the Three Qin Dynasty, some people from Hu County who had fled early came back occasionally, but the number was still very few.

Later, Kongming saw that this place was surrounded by mountains and rivers and was quite close to Chang'an, so he simply compensated the remnant people of Hu County. Then he called troops to build houses here and dispatched craftsmen to study the artifacts.

Zhang Fei couldn't wait any longer: "What about the artillery? Come out, little Jiang Wei, and let me hear the sound!"

Kong Ming is much more serious:

"Where's Deheng? There are one or two new blueprints here, which should solve one or two difficulties in making cannons."

Jiang Wei ignored Zhang Fei's words, but when he heard that his master had new drawings, he immediately jumped up and took them.

Hiding under the eaves to prevent the wind and snow from staining the ink marks, Jiang Wei opened it carefully and was slightly surprised: "Wooden cannon?"

Then he turned around and left with the drawings in his hands, not forgetting to say one sentence before leaving:

"Excuse me, Master and General Fu, to go to the north of the county. I'll go look for Junior Brother Ma. I'll be there in a moment."

Looking at Jiang Wei's back, Zhang Fei, who was not mentioned, was not annoyed at all. He shook his head and said:

"My little uncle actually has some unique talents."

The taciturn Fu Wei nodded silently, while Kong Ming shook his head and said:

"Not even close."

Zhang Fei looked at Kong Ming's expression and immediately realized:

"Junior brother?"

Fu Wei found another cold coat for Kong Ming. After the three of them passed through Hu County, they saw Jiang Wei jumping to greet him in an open space. Next to him stood a young man with a face as cold as a piece of ice. He was taller than Jiang Wei. There is more than enough at both ends.

Zhang Fei glared at this "junior brother", while Kong Ming issued orders in an orderly manner.

A group of auxiliary guards at the scene pushed the car covered with a tarpaulin on the side according to Kong Ming's instructions. The wheels left conspicuous tracks on the ground.

So Zhang Fei finally saw the supreme weapon that was praised highly by the princes of the Tang Dynasty, but it was not very eye-catching.

Jiang Wei retreated, leaving Ma Jun and a few soldiers behind the artillery to work in front and back.

Seeing the obvious look of suspicion on Zhang Fei's face, Jiang Wei put his hands on his hips and declared:

"This thing is worth more than a hundred elite soldiers! Just take a fancy to the three generals!"

Over there, Ma Jun and others fixed the artillery, stuffed the gunpowder powder and projectiles in sequence, and finally Ma Jun hid behind and carefully lit a fuse sticking out from the back with the help of the people next to him.

Amidst the sound of falling snow, the rustling sound of burning gunpowder wire was quite obvious. Zhang Fei watched the thin line of fire approaching the tail of the artillery, and finally got in.

"Tum!"

There was no earth-shattering sound as expected, it was dull and low-pitched. Zhang Fei, who had sharp eyes, also saw the inserted projectile "flowing" out from the muzzle, hitting the ground and stirring up a cloud of snow.

Zhang Fei looked at Ma Jun and others who were busy again, and then his eyes were fixed on Jiang Wei's face, causing the young man's face to turn red immediately, and he quickly defended:

"It must have been snowing heavily and the medicinal powder was wet!"

Nodding, Zhang Fei accepted this statement.

Soon the work there was finished, and the familiar thin flames snaked into the tail of the artillery. Then Zhang Fei saw the flames blooming from the muzzle.

The projectile flew fifty or sixty steps before falling to the ground, leaving a conspicuous black line in the snow. Thick smoke was still rising from the muzzle, causing Ma Jun and others to flee in all directions.

"It must be..." Jiang Wei was at a loss for words for a moment, and received a rather perfunctory nod from Zhang Fei: "I know."

This immediately made Xiao Jiang Wei angry. I didn't say anything. What do you know?

So Jiang Wei immediately jumped towards the cannon and shouted:

"Junior Brother Ma, the medicine powder I mixed is pressed at the bottom and wrapped in paper!"

Ma Jun acted prudently, and asked Kong Ming loudly for instructions, and received a positive reply.

So the preparations started for the third time. Jiang Wei looked nervous and couldn't take his eyes away. Zhang Fei crossed his arms and watched nonchalantly, still guessing how far the projectile could fly this time.

The first thing he saw was a flash of light like the scorching sun exploding at the muzzle of the cannon, and then a voice like a yellow bell shook Zhang Fei's head into chaos, and he almost didn't know who he was.

But my eyes still faithfully captured everything I saw in my mind:

The soil and snow on the ground near the muzzle were swept up by a powerful force and spread into the sky. The boulders in the distance exploded, and several large trees in the woods behind slowly fell to the ground with a creaking sound. aside.

Until a quarter of an hour later, Zhang Fei, who was sitting in the room warming himself by the fire, still found it difficult to temporarily forget what he saw.

Ma Jun on the side had obvious regret on his face: "The gun body is broken again."

"The cannons were cast using the lost wax method, and two out of ten cannons were cast. Now both cannons are cracked and cannot be repaired."

This news was not surprising to Kong Ming. He sighed lightly. He once again envied the wealth of the Tang Dynasty. He used various methods to cast cannons and then test-fired them. Then the unbreakable ones were sent to the battlefield. According to the final remaining Those who continue to improve can be said to be rich and powerful.

They can't do it at this time. The financial, material and manpower required for this method are currently in short supply in Chang'an.

"In that case, let's see if the wooden cannon can do it." Kong Ming explained that Ma Jun was capable.

After explaining the matter, Kong Ming turned to Jiang Wei:

"Then what is the last powder?"

Jiang Wei did not dare to hide:

"I forgot to collect a batch of gunpowder before it was dried, so it became stained with snow and water and could not be used."

"I was afraid of being punished by my master, so I removed the moisture from it. As a result, the gunpowder I got burned more intensely..."

Kong Ming keenly grasped the loopholes and asked:

"There have been no sunny days in Chang'an in the past half month. How can we remove the moisture?"

Seeing that he could no longer hide anything, Jiang Wei could only whisper:

"Use charcoal fire..."

Kong Ming gasped in shock, patted Jiang Wei on the head with a fan and scolded:

"You really don't know what death is?"