Ziyu smiled, Bei Mingyou was still young and didn't understand the beauty of this, but everyone else obviously understood.
Standing next to Bei Minyou, Ziyu crossed his arms and looked in the direction of the fire. The old god was waiting there.
The night wind blew by, and the smell of gunpowder blew in all directions.
Not long after, Beiming Changfeng rushed back first.
Without waiting for Ziyu to say anything, Beiming Changfeng rushed up and gave Ziyu a fierce hug. Then he looked at Ziyu with excitement and said repeatedly: "Fish, what is it called? What is it called?" His eyes were shining with excitement.
, Beiming Changfeng has never been so happy.
Ziyu looked at Beiming Changfeng, who had never been so excited before, and smiled brightly: "It's called, Red Cannon."
"Red cannon, red cannon, okay, okay." Beiming Changfeng repeated it twice, and then he couldn't help but slapped the cannon of the red cannon, raised his head and roared.
The joy was beyond words.
"Brother is very happy." Bei Mingyou smiled and rolled his eyes when he saw this.
His elder brother likes this so-called weapon that Ziyu made, and he is very happy, which means that this weapon is very good and outstanding.
"Happy, I've never been happier." Bei Ming Changfeng bent down, picked up Bei Mingyou, and threw him into the air.
Bei Mingyou had never played with Bei Ming Changfeng like this since she was a child. She exclaimed a little, and then immediately burst into laughter, and all her pretense of calmness and sophistication was thrown away.
Ziyu stood next to Beiming Changfeng, looking at Beiming Changfeng who was completely emotional, with a deep smile in his eyes.
She knew Beiming Changfeng would like it.
The red cannon she improved has shells made of stone and iron nails and gunpowder, and is much more lethal than the red cannon from another world. Such craftsmanship and power are completely suitable for Zhenbeicheng to build in batches.
The night wind blew, and the sound of joy pierced the sky.
"My dear, it's amazing, it's amazing." Hanyang ran back, grabbing two handfuls of rocks that had been smashed into pieces. Before he could reach Ziyu, he shouted, "The rocks on that side of the mountain were all smashed into pieces.
Oh my god, a stone weighing several thousand kilograms was blown into powder with just one blow, and the place was flattened. It was so powerful, it was simply too powerful."
The few old blacksmiths who came back after him had expressions of disbelief and absolute excitement on their faces, and kept mumbling to themselves: "Thirteen miles, a cannon blasted thirteen miles away,
Oh my god, this is unimaginable."
"It's crazy. The lethality of our longbows and arrows is simply incomparable. Even the matchlock gun can't be compared to it. With this guy in Zhenbei, who else in the world can compare with us in the future."
"Hahahahaha..."
"..."
Crazy, all the blacksmiths involved in the final assembly went crazy.
They never thought that the thing they combined could be so powerful.
Thirteen miles, you can hit from the east gate to the west gate of Hou Qin Imperial City. With such a long distance and such powerful firepower, this is simply a weapon that defies the heavens.
A group of people all fell into madness.
Seeing this, Ziyu chuckled, stretched out his hand and pulled Bei Mingyou, who was being held by Bei Ming Changfeng, and took out something from the foot of the red cannon and stuffed it into Bei Mingyou's hand: "Pull it away and push forward.
Throw it out."
Bei Mingyou held the thing that looked like a mallet, and Ziyu smiled. Bei Mingyou was still young and didn't understand the beauty of this, but everyone else obviously understood.
Standing next to Bei Minyou, Ziyu crossed his arms and looked in the direction of the fire. The old god was waiting there.
The night wind blew by, and the smell of gunpowder blew in all directions.
Not long after, Beiming Changfeng rushed back first.
Without waiting for Ziyu to say anything, Beiming Changfeng rushed up and gave Ziyu a fierce hug. Then he looked at Ziyu with excitement and said repeatedly: "Fish, what is it called? What is it called?" His eyes were shining with excitement.
, Beiming Changfeng has never been so happy.
Ziyu looked at Beiming Changfeng, who had never been so excited before, and smiled brightly: "It's called, Red Cannon."
"Red cannon, red cannon, okay, okay." Beiming Changfeng repeated it twice, and then he couldn't help but slapped the cannon of the red cannon, raised his head and roared.
The joy was beyond words.
"Brother is very happy." Bei Mingyou smiled and rolled his eyes when he saw this.
His elder brother likes this so-called weapon that Ziyu made, and he is very happy, which means that this weapon is very good and outstanding.
"Happy, I've never been happier." Bei Ming Changfeng bent down, picked up Bei Mingyou, and threw him into the air.
Bei Mingyou had never played with Bei Ming Changfeng like this since she was a child. She exclaimed a little, and then immediately burst into laughter, and all her pretense of calmness and sophistication was thrown away.
Ziyu stood next to Beiming Changfeng, looking at Beiming Changfeng who was completely emotional, with a deep smile in his eyes.
She knew Beiming Changfeng would like it.
The red cannon she improved has shells made of stone and iron nails and gunpowder, and is much more lethal than the red cannon from another world. Such craftsmanship and power are completely suitable for Zhenbeicheng to build in batches.
The night wind blew, and the sound of joy pierced the sky.
"My dear, it's amazing, it's amazing." Hanyang ran back, grabbing two handfuls of rocks that had been smashed into pieces. Before he could reach Ziyu, he shouted, "The rocks on that side of the mountain were all smashed into pieces.
Oh my god, a stone weighing several thousand kilograms was blown into powder with just one blow, and the place was flattened. It was so powerful, it was simply too powerful."
The few old blacksmiths who came back after him had expressions of disbelief and absolute excitement on their faces, and kept mumbling to themselves: "Thirteen miles, a cannon blasted thirteen miles away,
Oh my god, this is unimaginable."
"It's crazy. The lethality of our longbows and arrows is simply incomparable. Even the matchlock gun can't be compared to it. With this guy in Zhenbei, who else in the world can compare with us in the future."
"Hahahahaha..."
"..."
Crazy, all the blacksmiths involved in the final assembly went crazy.
They never thought that the thing they combined could be so powerful.
Thirteen miles, you can hit from the east gate to the west gate of Hou Qin Imperial City. With such a long distance and such powerful firepower, this is simply a weapon that defies the heavens.
A group of people all fell into madness.
Seeing this, Ziyu chuckled, stretched out his hand and pulled Bei Mingyou, who was being held by Bei Ming Changfeng, and took out something from the foot of the red cannon and stuffed it into Bei Mingyou's hand: "Pull it away and push forward.
Throw it out."
Bei Minyou held the thing that looked like a mallet,