The wisdom of the working people is infinite. Whenever they think of the alternative grenades that have been full of variety, different functions and different materials over the past two months, Zhu Bashiyi admired the philosopher who said these words. Although he never figured out who the first words came from.

In fact, in the first half month after handing over the new gunpowder formula and bamboo grenade manufacturing process, he had deeply realized the cleverness of this sentence. In addition to the grenades whose patterns and functions are constantly being renovated, the way of throwing grenades has also undergone earth-shaking changes with the joint efforts of Su Mingzhe, Li Mubai and others.

There is a special launch rope that can be tied to the grenade. After the user raises his arms and swings it a few circles, he suddenly loosens his fingers and throws the grenade and the rope out. The launch distance is at least twice as high as that of bare hands.

There is a special bamboo slingshot that is bent into a huge arc in advance, and then the grenade is placed into the launch spoon at the end and the trigger is pulled to fire. Through the instant release of the power accumulated in the bamboo arm, a cast iron grenade with a pound of black gunpowder can be launched three hundred steps away. Not only is it easy to obtain materials, it is also very simple and easy to learn to operate. It is really the best choice for home travel and killing people and robbing goods.

There is also a super-large launcher, which refers to the common reflux guns in the Mongolian and Yuan army. It consists of components such as counterweights, levers and brackets. Although the launch procedure is a little more complicated, it is necessary to first fix the lever, then raise the counterweight basket at one end to fill the sand and soil, and finally pull the trigger and smash the extra-large grenade in the firing bucket at the other end of the lever, which is filled with four kilograms of black gunpowder. However, the maximum range can reach more than 1,500 steps, which is almost 1,500 meters in later generations. Whether it is power or range, it is more than twenty streets away from the original reflux gun.

The last launcher was almost entirely developed by Li Mubai, a treasurer under Zhao Jun, who was alone. After being frightened by his pants when he was on the way to the launch of the new formula black gunpowder for the first time, he became completely obsessed with this "divine gift". Not only did he participate in the research and development and improvement of various "new" grenades, but he also made various throwing equipment day and night. Before Zhu Bashiyi went out to acquire saltpeter and observed the terrain on both sides of the Yellow River in this era, the guy had already improved the Huihui cannon from three models: city-head, field-specific and streamlined portable. The eyeliner was carrying a group of apprentices to summarize the relationship between counterweight, shell weight, launch arm, and launch distance based on the actual launch situation. He hoped to summarize a complete set of formulas so that in actual combat, the goal of the grenade would fall on whoever he wanted to fall on.

Regardless of whether this grand goal can be achieved or not, grenades have become the first choice for weapons of all military forces because of their huge power. In contrast, cold weapons and defensive equipment such as big swords, spears, shields, armors and other cold weapons and defensive equipment were not as strong as before. Thanks to this, more than 2,900 pairs of iron armor that were pulled down from the Rakshasa soldiers in the last battle fell into the hands of the left army.

There are two main reasons why he can get so many well-made iron armor at one time. First, it is because the Zuo Army did play a role in reversing the world in the battle. After the incident, he distributed more spoils and could not say anything extra. Secondly, it was purely a little compensation made by Zhao Jun using his previous act of deducting the equipment of the Zuo Army in private. After experiencing a battle outside the city, he could no longer explain Zhu Bashiyi's origins and barely regarded the latter as a member of the Xuzhou Red Trouble. Although he often gave Zhu Bashiyi a look when discussing matters in the state yamen.

Zhu Bashiyi became accustomed to Zhao Jun's use of this petite behavior after being depressed several times. He gradually got used to it. His five fingers were still long and short. He could not require the entire Xuzhou army to be carved from the same mold, and they were as big as sesame plums.

After witnessing the bloody killing on the top of the city, he was completely pushed into this era and completely regarded himself as a member of the Xuzhou Army. Whether it was active or passive, he finally understood that in the eyes of most upper-class figures in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, he was actually no different from Sesame Li, Zhao Junyong and others.

Even if two big words were stabbed on the head, "Shumin", the other party would still cut the knife without hesitation. Because in the eyes of the other party, they were conquered slaves like Sesame Li, Zhao Junyong and all the Han people inside and outside the city, and could be killed and seized at any time. Although he and Li and Zhao actually did not deliberately look for each other in terms of appearance, living habits, speaking and dressing, they could no longer find any similarities.

Zhu Bashiyi was not interested in being a slave, whether in his previous life or in this life, whether he was a slave to a foreign race or a slave to his own tribe. So since he was forced to integrate into it, he could no longer hold on to the original idea and find an opportunity to sneak around and hug Zhu Yuanzhang's thighs. He had to work hard to make some changes to avoid himself and the Xuzhou army disappearing into the long river of history like the time and space they were in in his previous life.

The simplest change, introducing firearms into the army, has already shown initial results. After a fierce battle outside the city, the entire Xuzhou army attached great importance to firearms, which is definitely the highest in this era. The title of grenades has officially entered the historical stage many years ago. Each army and each battalion has a special grenade, and the number of grenades consumed during training every day is calculated in tens of thousands. The "rumble" area outside the city is like thunder, blowing up the open space near the city and blew up large pits everywhere.

"Boom!" Another series of loud noises brought Zhu Bashiyi back to reality from his memories. He was about to enter the city, and the thickness of smoke and dust on his head was definitely comparable to that of the 21st century imperial capital where Zhu Dapeng lived. If the city gate was replaced with an iron gate and the soldiers guarding the city were covered with iron covers, Zhu Bashiyi suspected that he had come to the world in the movie Lord of the Rings, and someone suddenly jumped out and called himself "Saruman in white or Zoro's Demon King."

No, I am a positive character, absolutely positive! Zhu Bashiyi was shocked by the strange thoughts that suddenly appeared in his heart, and quickly corrected them silently. With the two souls belonging to different time and space, he often had some neurotic thoughts in his heart. He looked so silly that he would always talk to himself.

The soldiers on duty at the city gate did not think that there was anything abnormal about Governor Zhu. A great hero who could turn the tide at critical moments should be more special. If his words and deeds were the same as those of everyone, that was really abnormal. Therefore, when he saw Zhu Bashiyi's horse head from afar, he stepped forward to salute, "Governor is back! Thank you for your hard work on the road!"

"I'm back, I'm back!" Zhu Bashiyi was also used to being called a official position and riding on a horse to return the favor. "Brothers, please be fine! Have you ever had something to do in the city recently? The Chief Supervisor and the Chief Secretary are in good condition?"

"Everything is fine, everything is fine. Nothing has happened in the city recently. Except for some restless flies, they always want to sneak in and ask about gunpowder. They were caught by Zhao Changshi and slaughtered with one knife!" All the soldiers knew that he had no airs, so they gave way and responded in a verbal way.

"An inevitable thing!" Zhu Bashiyi smiled and added loudly, "If someone loses, he must find out a specific reason. Otherwise, how can he be at ease when sleeping?!"

"Hahahaha!" Everyone was amused by Zhu Bashiyi's humorous words and laughed. Not only was they unable to sleep well? They were simply frightened. Before defeating Wulabuhua, the territory that the Xuzhou army could control was just one acre of three-point land south of the Yellow River and north of Yunlong Mountain. After this range, not only did the local officials in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty want to fight and kill, but even some slightly larger villages did not take the orders of General Manager Li seriously. Now, no village within a radius of 200 miles did not take the initiative to send money and grain? Although the local officials of the Mongolian Yuan court dared to throw themselves into their arms like the local rich men in each village, they secretly sent people to deliver good words and secretly sent the silver to the cart, hoping to reach a tacit understanding with Sesame Li and not to copy their nests!

After laughing enough, everyone followed his war horse's butt and reported in a lingering manner, "At least seven of those flies are coming to you, the governor. You are inquiring about your possession by Maitreya. The Great Light Envoy ordered the younger ones to blow whatever they want, the more mysterious they are, the better. So the younger ones said that you are the reincarnation of the Buddha, holding lightning in your left hand and thunder in your right hand. You are one with your left and right hand, and hit wherever you point!"

'Fortunately, I haven't said that my upper lip is facing the sky and my lower lip is on the ground!' Zhu Bashiyi had no choice but to smile and bow to everyone, "Hehe, thank you brother, thank you brother for your cheering for me."

With the efforts of the light, Tang Zihao and Changshi Zhao Jun, the charlatan, Zhu Bashiyi, was determined. Even if he voluntarily admitted that he was not the wise master of the Maitreya religion at all, and he could not remember a single sentence of the Maitreya scriptures. Some people still think that this was a trick that Master Buddha deliberately used, aiming to test the hearts of the world and people. He would never believe that he had nothing to do with the legendary Maitreya Buddha.

However, Maitreya Buddha can only be used to deceive the enemy and cannot really help in the war. The matter of risking to sneak into the enemy commander and throwing grenades can only be used once, and the second time cannot be copied. At present, not only does it require large-scale introduction of firearms, but the Xuzhou army generally lacks the most basic tactical training, but no one who knows basic tactics can find!

Thinking of this, Zhu Bashiyi grabbed the horse's head again, turned around, and asked everyone, "Did the Rakshasa soldiers make trouble again during this period? A few more died, and there are still a few living ones left?"

"Hahaha, they? Borrow a few more courage!" Everyone burst into laughter when they heard this. After laughing, they responded with some pleasure. "No trouble, now they are all honest, a bunch of bad bones! Every day, they are taken to dig the gutters and pour out the toilet, and do it seriously!"

The situation on the battlefield reversed too quickly that day, and the Rakshasa soldiers were submerged in a torrent before they had time to escape. The soldiers of Xuzhou hated that they had slaughtered Xiaopei's entire city, so they were ruthless. Even those who took the initiative to put down their weapons and surrendered would knock them down with one stick, and then slapped the stones on their heads with all their might.

Therefore, when Sesame Li and Zhao Jun used their two people to restrain their brothers and prohibit the killing of prisoners, except for the dozens of people under Zhu Bashiyi's feet who were stunned by the grenades, some of them jumped into the moat themselves, the rest had been killed. And they were all stripped like pigs, leaving no thread from head to toe.

However, the Goryeo servants saw that the situation was not good, knelt on the ground in batches and cried and surrendered. Except for a few unlucky people who were killed on the spot by the angry Xuzhou soldiers, most of the rest were captured peacefully and did not feel any embarrassment in doing so.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Junyi was so distressed that he bared his teeth. He quickly ordered people to take the fishing net and fished all the Rakshasa people struggling in the moat, and then, together with the guys who were shocked, he was imprisoned in the prison of the state yamen waiting for disposal.

He did this not because he was compassionate and planned to let these Rakshasa people live. Instead, he wanted to find an opportunity to present the prisoners to Liu Futong, the commander of the Red Turban Army, to seek credit. After all, the Red Turban Army's defeat of the official army is no longer new these days. However, only the Red Turban Army can defeat the Rakshasa ghost soldiers and capture a large number of prisoners can do it. At that time, Liu Futong was happy and the status of Xuzhou Red Turban will definitely rise to several more steps. From sesame plum to him, and even ordinary soldiers below, their status has risen with the flow.

Although Zhao Jun used the idea, what happened one after another made him regret it. All the surviving Rakshasa prisoners were only about 80, which was negligible compared to more than 5,000 Korean prisoners. However, these 80-year-old fish and rotten shrimps caused countless troubles to Xuzhou City.

They were not willing to do physical work to atone for their sins like Goryeo servants. On the first day they were released from the prison of the state yamen and transferred to the prisoner camp, they tried to snatch the guard's weapons and escape collectively. Although they were suppressed by the guards and the Goryeo prisoners, before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, these guys quietly entered the gunpowder manufacturing workshop set up in the backyard of the state yamen, trying to steal the new gunpowder manufacturing formula. If it weren't for Zhao Junyong's patrol that night, he saw that the tiles on the back wall of the state yamen had fallen all over the ground, and they would have almost made these guys succeed.

In a rage, Zhao Jun killed half of the Rakshasa soldiers who tried to steal the gunpowder formula on the spot. The remaining forty were all handcuffed and shackled and demoted to dung workers. Every day, they were taken by Goryeo prisoners to clean up all the gutters in Xuzhou City. Together with Goryeo prisoners, they collected all kinds of feces in the city and loaded them into trucks, and transported them to wheat fields outside the city to composting!

The attitude of the Goryeo prisoners to confess guilt was far more "active" than that of the Rakshasa people. At this moment, they actually climbed onto the head of their former masters and immediately burst into tears of gratitude to Zhao Jun. They worked very hard as supervisors. As long as the Rakshasa people dared to take a little bit of laziness, they immediately swung their sticks to greet them. After more than a month, more than 40 Rakshasa prisoners died a little more. In the end, all the remaining twenty people accepted their fates. They worked like mules and horses every day, and they never dared to make trouble again!
Chapter completed!