Wen Rensheng glanced over, stretched out his hand, and the entire battlefield world suddenly went back in time, back to before it was destroyed.
But he didn't erase the memory, it was better to keep it.
Zhang Meng looked in front of him and quickly retreated.
It's back to the scene of confrontation with his henchmen.
But at this moment, he understood that it was the gods who had taken action again.
Sure enough, if the gods become agitated, they will take action.
He has become numb to it.
Why did the gods take a fancy to him?
He is obviously an ordinary person.
But he won't have to worry about it soon.
Because Wen Rensheng has already completed the research.
The journey of an ordinary person rising from a small person to a big shot.
Weakness, struggle, strength, pursuit of emotional value, then disappointment, and finally numbness...
"You have gained a little mystery of psychological knowledge, and the upper limit of mystery is increased by 500."
"The current upper limit of mystery is 200,000 and 1,500 points."
Not bad, his efforts were not in vain.
Wen Rensheng then gave the other party a little reward, which was to give the other party a choice:
"Go back to the real world, or stay."
Zhang Meng decided to stay.
Why go back to the real world?
Struggling with your home and car loan?
So he chose to follow his heart.
Wen Rensheng nodded and ignored Zhang Meng.
He decided to try something new.
Don’t you feel tired of seeing Xiao Huan?
"This time, let's go to a historical time and space."
"Okay." Xiao Huan clapped her hands.
"Just a refresher on history."
Xiao Huan returned to the shadows and crawled away.
…
Wen Rensheng looked into the endless void, and rays of light flashed in his eyes.
In one thought, time and space seemed to be folded.
His vision traveled across the endless galaxy, and finally settled on an ancient and prosperous world.
Ming Dynasty 1565.
Jiajing period.
The emperor longed for enlightenment.
The next moment his figure was standing on a towering tower.
As far as the eye can see, there are ancient buildings with raised eaves and corners.
This is a Jiangnan city.
Jiangnan cities have high temperatures and abundant rain.
There is water and temperature, and in the hands of diligent and patient people, there is fish and rice.
People coming and going on the streets paved with bluestones, the cries of vendors, the rumbling of horse-drawn carriages, and the laughter coming from the teahouses and restaurants, interweave into a picture of a city with the smell of fireworks.
The sun shines on the mottled city walls, giving this ancient city a golden halo.
Wen Rensheng always has an extra sense of reality when entering the historical world.
Probably because there is pain and laughter.
Most people struggle to live their lives and laugh every day they can.
It is easy for people to have a sense of sympathy.
Wen Rensheng thought in his mind.
He slowly walked down the tower and entered the bustling street.
I saw a wide variety of shops on both sides of the street.
There are those selling silk, porcelain, calligraphy and painting, as well as fragrant restaurants and food stalls.
People are trying their best to survive, and no one can tell you the truth.
So people spontaneously formed clans and reluctantly kept the secrets.
We can withstand minor disasters, but we cannot withstand major disasters, including natural disasters, fire and war.
Therefore, the clan still cannot solve the catastrophe and is destined to be replaced by a higher organizational form.
Wen Rensheng's eyes were attracted by a small shop selling rouge and gouache.
A girl in the store, accompanied by two maids, was carefully selecting cosmetics.
Her face was filled with youthful vitality and a slight smile hung on the corner of her mouth.
In this era, Jiangnan is quite liberal.
Because that is not a girl, but a young man...
Yes, men pretend to be women in broad daylight, wear women's clothes, and just let it go.
But some people say that this is a partially sober person who begins to feel incomprehensible and indulgent in the face of long-standing shortcomings.
Wen Rensheng continued to move forward, passing through narrow alleys.
He came to a relatively quiet academy.
There are couplets hanging at the entrance of the academy:
"The sound of wind and rain..."
There was a loud sound of books inside, and the students were listening attentively to the teacher's explanation of the Four Books and Five Classics, and were preparing for the boy test.
Wen Rensheng knew that the Jiangnan area was very scary.
During the Ming Dynasty, the difficulty of taking the exam to become a scholar was comparable to the 985 exam in later generations.
This is no exaggeration.
In many developed counties, there are thousands of children studying and dozens of scholars are selected.
Moreover, relevant ones have to be deducted from this, leaving very few places for serious scholars.
And both young and old participated in the test together.
There is no 10-point bonus for fresh graduates here.
Wen Rensheng stood outside the window and listened quietly.
He could not feel the students' desire for knowledge, but could only feel their longing for scholars and their fear of the teacher's ruler.
Many students, like students of later generations, eagerly look forward to flying kites after school...
There are only about 10 people in the academy who study hard. It is possible that the scholar can pass the first two levels in three exams.
Only after passing the county examination, government examination, and hospital examination can you be qualified to be called a Tong Sheng.
However, in this seemingly peaceful world of Ming 1566, there is an unusual undercurrent hidden.
Wen Rensheng was keenly aware of this after visiting the academy for a while.
"Study, learn a P!" A little fat man said disdainfully, "When I build a ship, I will go to Southeast Asia to separate one side!"
“Isn’t it more cost-effective than studying hard for ten years?”
"Besides, what does a scholar mean? The number one scholar is one every three years, and there are many who have to endure hardships in the court."
"There are also a lot of Jinshi who have been beheaded!"
"I don't want to work hard for ten years as a dog!"
As he spoke, he began to draw a steam engine.
Wen Rensheng wanted to tell the other party that it would take more than ten years for one person to build a usable steam engine.
Of course, this also depends on the opponent's original appearance. If there is a strong backer and it can be built and used, it may take 5 or 6 years.
Later, Wen Rensheng discovered that there were huge gaps in this world.
There are far more time-travelers than he imagined.
They influence the direction of the world either explicitly or implicitly.
Some have the seeds of reading, follow the path of reading, and become powerful ministers.
Some become wealthy businessmen.
What's more, they are also trying to change the course of history.
His eyes fell on a young man wearing a brocade robe.
The young man was standing on a three-story restaurant, overlooking the entire city.
The other party's eyes revealed disdain and contempt that did not belong to this era.
"A bunch of fools, without brilliant ideas, end up wasting their efforts."
"Zhang Juzheng worked hard for ten years, and finally he was copied after his death."
"My family is starving to death. What does this mean?"
"Being a dog doesn't end well!"
"You have to rebel if you travel through time. It's better to rebel early than to rebel late!"
He was talking to himself.
Of course he wasn't worried about being heard.
In fact, Ming Dynasty did not control the words of scholars very strictly.
Just don't get discovered by factory guards.
Obviously, he is also one of the time travellers.
The young man was playing with a piece of jade in his hand.
There are some strange symbols engraved on the jade stone, which seem to contain some mysterious power.
Wen Rensheng saw it immediately.
Yes, this one still has a double door.
No wonder he is so confident.
Otherwise, it would not be easy for ordinary people to settle down and live in ancient times.
After getting through the challenges of illness and food and clothing, you still have to find a way to find a backer, or get closer to the clan and establish a system.
If you want to rebel in a prosperous age, you can't do it without a few people.
In Wen Rensheng's opinion, the most reliable time-travel rebellion is actually to gather 8-year-old children, at least 1,000 of them, and educate them according to modern ideas for 10 years.
18 time-travelers with 1,000 people are enough to cause big troubles.
Then we studied guns and steam engines together in one place. Everyone came up with new ideas and established a relatively fair system. It was difficult for anyone to tolerate the original Ming Dynasty.
In other words, the centripetal force and loyalty are very high, which other rebels do not have.
Don't expect to launch a musket rebellion by yourself. In that case, the surprise will be too great.
There is no fault tolerance.
Teach children that even if they fail, they can pass on new ideas.
Otherwise, there are no plug-ins, and everything else is just a rebellion with the halo of the protagonist.
In real situations, after a few battles, the time traveler himself may be killed.
In the eyes of Wen Rensheng.
These time travelers will bring advanced technology and ideas.
They will inevitably set off a series of changes in this world.
Some time travelers may try to use modern knowledge to improve people's lives.
Some will definitely use this knowledge to seek power and wealth.
Inevitably, these changes will definitely bring about a lot of conflict and chaos.
…
Wen Rensheng noticed the second floor of a restaurant again.
Several more time-travelers were sitting together, and they were having a heated discussion.
Some of them advocate moderate change.
"Don't be anxious, let's establish ourselves first, and then educate a group of more children to support our work."
"Let us have a reliable environment to rely on, rather than being changed by the Ming Dynasty's environment." A middle-aged man said.
He is a sensible person, and his ideas are similar to Wen Rensheng's.
However, someone else said impatiently: "This is too slow."
"We must hurry up and improve the muskets, and then build a military factory."
"Just get 2,000 miniguns!"
"Occupy a place, and then you will concoct the rise of the Jurchens."
"Yes, I also think we should hurry up, because I found that there are still many time-travelers coming." Another person said, "If we are slow, we will not get anywhere by then."
"Can't we unite with each other?" someone thought naively.
"I'm overthinking it. If I see a fellow countryman, I'll shoot him in the back. Who can monopolize it and be willing to share it equally?"
"We didn't come together and we don't know each other, unless we need to huddle together for warmth."
"Otherwise, who will stick together?"
…
Wen Rensheng shook his head.
These newly arrived travelers are still discussing the start enthusiastically.
But they didn't know that their predecessors had already started.
The next moment, he appeared on a high hill, overlooking the vast plain below.
There were dark clouds in the sky, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.
In this ancient Ming Dynasty land, two completely different teams are slowly gathering, preparing for a fierce showdown.
On one side is a classical team wearing traditional armor and holding spears and swords.
On the other side is the new army formed by the time-travelers. They are dressed in simple military uniforms, holding mini guns with bayonets, and are arranged in a neat line.
The Migne rifle is a rifle that was born at the wrong time.
It only lasted for 20 years before being replaced by the breech-loading Dresser rifle due to rapid technological advancements.
In fact, its principle is very simple, which is to change the bullet so that the bullet uses cork as the base and can expand.
The bullet is threaded around the projectile to match the rifling, and the middle of the thread is filled with animal oil.
The bottom of the bullet is made of cork, and a soft metal like lead is needed to make the bullet casing.
When shooting, the gunpowder gas impacts the cork, and the cork can expand the bullet after an instant impact.
It is still a muzzle-loading gun, but it is a rifled gun.
In other words, as long as the bullet problem is solved in advance, a gun with an advantage of more than 200 years can be manufactured in advance.
Its range is up to 900 meters, and its accurate range is up to 500 meters!
This can be compared to the World War II rifle.
This is the power of a rifled gun, and the loading speed is still the same as that of a smoothbore gun, which can reach more than 5 rounds per minute.
This is great.
Wen Rensheng knew that this was basically the standard equipment for some knowledgeable time travellers.
Make good use of the musketeer industry of the 16th century, as well as the excellent handcrafted blacksmiths.
Usually, accumulating tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition can play a decisive role.
Because in a medium-sized battle, the elites who decide the fate are only a few thousand people.
At this time, the two parties were fighting. It was a small force from Nanyang that was dealing with the traverser's team.
As the horn blew, the classical team began to advance slowly.
The steps of the soldiers were heavy and powerful.
The war elephants also moved out, and every step seemed to make the earth tremble.
The rumble of war drums, accompanied by the shouts of the soldiers, echoed across the plains like thunder.
The messengers rode war horses, galloping back and forth in front of the formation, holding high the command flag in their hands, directing the soldiers to form formations.
Under the sun, a small number of warriors were wearing iron armor, reflecting the dazzling light, their spears were like a forest, and their swords were like snow.
The soldiers' eyes were all panic-stricken.
They didn't know why they were fighting, but they knew they were facing a life-or-death battle.
They are all looking around.
Many people were thinking about how to run to avoid the sword of the supervising team.
Where should you drill to escape?
These people are smart.
Some people also thought about how to pretend to be dead to see if the opponent would be too cruel...
Soon the supervising team came up, and some who were obviously looking around had been hacked to death.
At the same time, the new army of time travelers also began their formation.
In comparison to humans, their soldiers are much more numb.
I just know how to operate rigidly.
The musketeers were arranged in three columns, leaving gaps between each column so that the next row could quickly move forward and fire after the smoke cleared.
The officers held command knives and gave orders loudly to ensure that each column remained neat and orderly.
They actually have artillery.
Bronze cannons were set up on both wings of the array, preparing to provide long-range support in battle.
The number of soldiers who traveled through time was relatively small, less than one-third of those on the opposite side.
But their eyes were numb and they seemed to have forgotten their fear.
Of course this is false.
Once they suffer too many casualties, they will also collapse.
As the troops from both sides approached, the battle finally began.
The time traveler's musketeers took the lead in firing.
They opened fire on the dense crowd from 500 meters away.
This is simply murder.
Rows of muskets fired in volleys, making a deafening roar.
Bullets were fired at the classical team like a rainstorm.
They penetrated the armor and took away a large number of lives.
The soldiers of the Classical Corps fell one after another under the blow of the muskets. They wavered and collapsed almost within a few minutes!
"This is thunder!"
"Run quickly!"
"I've lost, I can't beat you!"
Rows of soldiers ran away in all directions, shouting.
They shouted out because they thought that if there were too many people running away, the supervising officer would not be able to catch them.