A soldier is a murderous weapon. What's more, it is a firearm that is called a false power.

Zhao Xi understood the process of contact between Fu Bi and Yelu Yixin. Yelu Chuhe's views were not without market in the Song Dynasty, and there were even more persistent ones than Yelu Chuhe.

Maybe Yelu Hongji didn't have such considerations, but Zhao Xi had to block up his hidden meaning to avoid resonance.

As for which dynasty inherits the orthodox dynasty, this is a matter of fundamental importance, and Zhao Xi is not prepared to give in at all.

"Emperor Song, don't argue with each other, don't talk about confrontation, and even put aside the shortcomings of your Song people in cavalry and archery. Let's compare firearms with bows and arrows... Shouldn't you dare to do this?"

Yelu Hongji knew the Battle of Yanmen very well and knew that the advantage of firearms lies in intensive and indiscriminate strikes. Neither the range nor the accuracy can be compared with bows and arrows.

After losing the battle, no one wants to admit defeat like this.

He was indeed quite passive and was forced into a corner. Zhao Xi really didn’t want to play such a childish game with Yelu Hongji.

The four states of Yunying have already been conquered, and signing a treaty is nonsense. Why do you want to engage in such a noisy business of fighting for face?

I still have a lot of things to do! Whether it’s the distribution of mineral resources and land in the four states of Yunying, or the official reform of the government that is halfway through, it’s all a matter of course. Who has the free time to play these children’s games with them?

Is it possible to refuse? No!

Zhao Xi looked around. From Fu Bi to Di Qing, the civil servants and generals all looked anxious. It was probably not that they were worried about agreeing, but that they were worried that they would not agree.

The ministers were not qualified to interfere in the dialogue between the two kings, let alone the orthodox dynasty of the Central Plains that considered itself to have inherited etiquette.

"That's right!"

Zhao Xi's words made it seem like Yelu Hongji was asking him for something, and he didn't care about Yelu Hongji's stiff facial muscles at all.

"I accept the decree!"

Di Qing was very excited, and Fu Bi and the entire accompanying civil servants and generals seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Di Qing was excited, but Zhao Xi was quite unsteady. He really knew how useless the musket was.

It is said that it is a manganese steel barrel, but he knows that without the support of chemical science, the purity of manganese is limited. This determines that the current muskets cannot be compared with those of later generations, and even the thugs of later generations cannot compare.

Not as good as.

Zhao Xi and Su Song mentioned the concept of rifling and discussed the illusion of spiral propulsion... This seems not difficult to understand. After all, the fighting skills of the old guard camp include rotating punches to ensure a stable punch trajectory, which is gun skills.

There are also such tricks.

But Zhao Xi is not sure that it can be done with the current technology. There is no lathe, and it depends entirely on mold casting and polishing. It is not easy to make rifling.

Due to the numerous affairs of the imperial court, Zhao Xi has great trust in Gongfang City and pays little attention to it. He doesn't know if there is any big progress.

His identity determines that he cannot always dominate the development of this era, but should try his best to guide and leave everything to this era of great technological development that will be called by later generations.

There is no need for the king to interfere with these matters. Even civil servants continue to accompany them. Both sides continue to talk nonsense.

Seeing that it was difficult to gain the upper hand with words, Bei Liao no longer deliberately sought trouble... The ministers of the imperial dynasty seemed not to adapt to the current status change, and the deep-seated humility made the atmosphere on the podium relax a lot at this time.

Zhao Xi had no particular desire to quarrel, he just wanted to finish the scene neatly.

However, judging from Bei Liao's intention, he pinned his hopes on the contest in front of Jun...~

One hundred steps... Zhao Xi looked at the cleared fighting arena. The distance between the two lines was one hundred steps and fifty meters, which was the effective range of later generations of pistols. But Zhao Xi had no idea what to do with today's muskets.

"Are you worried?"

Zhao Xi glanced at Yelu Hongji and saw that he was looking for trouble again.

"I am concerned about all the people who are bringing glory to the country. I am concerned!"

"It's just a hundred steps. There are countless warriors in Daliao who can cross the Yangtze River with a hundred steps."

On this point, Zhao Xixin has to say that what Yelu Hongji said is true. The main reason is that he no longer wants to argue anymore, and he is really worried about the outcome of this competition.

This kind of competition is related to morale and has a considerable effect on cohesion.

Maybe others don't care and really see it as a game before the emperor, but Zhao Xi doesn't see it that way. In such a competition, once Bei Liao wins, the morale of the Bei Liao army that was destroyed in the Yanmen battle will be restored again.

Improved because of this.

Once Bei Liao is trampled down again, it will definitely rectify the name of firearms. It will not only completely destroy the courage of Bei Liao soldiers to face firearms, but also allow Bei Liao to focus on the development of firearms.

Bei Liao's economic foundation and Bei Liao's cavalry advantage. Once Bei Liao also attaches importance to the development of firearms, it means that they give up their own advantages and follow the example of the Song Dynasty. That is the real suicide.

Zhao Xi has never underestimated the combat capabilities of the cavalry. Regardless of the victory of the Song Dynasty against the Liao Dynasty and the Xia Dynasty, in Zhao Xi's view, it was not an overwhelming victory of absolute strength, but a gap in understanding.

The advantage of cavalry lies in maneuvering rather than fighting in formation.

Regardless of whether it was Xixia or Northern Liao, because of their fear and discomfort with firearms, they still fought against firearm formations in the same way as traditional infantry. This was a wrong approach.

"Your Majesty, the opponent sent a sharpshooter..."

Fu Bi whispered to Zhao Xi with a smile on his face, as if he was talking about other things...~ He was not optimistic about his own side either.

Yelu Hongji was not stupid, and he also knew the impact of this kind of competition between kings. Although he said there were countless ways to pierce the enemy with a hundred steps, the one he actually sent was the top shooter among them.

Look at the one on our side...it's Wang Shunchen, Zhao Xi knows. Wang Shunchen is not tall. He stands side by side with the sharpshooter from Beiliao. Counting the barrel of the gun he is holding, he is taller than him.

However, this is the first time that Zhao Xi has seen this musket. It has a longer barrel than the muskets equipped in the army... Due to the problem of toughness, the barrel of the musket has always been a problem.

Extending the barrel can improve the hit rate to a certain extent, but due to process reasons, this was not solved earlier.

Suddenly there is such a musket...

Zhao Xi looked at Su Song, who nodded respectfully and confidently to him. Then he looked at Di Qing, who seemed to be confident of winning... Could it be that Workshop City has made great progress again?

Firearms should be unparalleled in this era. Although I hope to develop greatly, I don't have much hope.

While Zhao Xi was stunned, Beiliao's sharpshooter had already shot all ten arrows in the quiver into the bull's-eye... Whether it was the shooting speed or accuracy, it was really admirable.

There were bursts of cheers from the Beiliao camp, each one louder than the other...~

Zhao Xi doubted whether the archer could even lift his arm... It was a five-stone bow. Zhao Xi claimed that he was not weak, but he could not draw it even once.

Shooting ten arrows in a row, the rate of fire is still the same...~

At this time, Wang Shunchen slowly picked up the gun, holding the butt of the gun against his shoulder, straightening his not-so-tall body.
Chapter completed!