Fang Jun looked at Jiang Guhu with a smile, pointed his musket at him, and said proudly: "Brother, of course, he has special skills, but so-and-so is not a vegetarian. If so-and-so raised his hand just three or two inches, I estimate that now,
What will be the outcome?"
Jiang Guhu was filled with unprecedented fear.
Although he wanted to punch the black face with a hateful smile in front of him, he had to admit that this unheard of weapon did have the power to kill him.
As for the ending of just being raised three or two inches?
Needless to say, I'm afraid I'm already cold right now...
Even though he was able to confirm that Fang Jun had no ill intentions to harm him, his fear of this iron pipe had reached its peak. He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, stood up slowly, and forced a smile: "This step is really shocking.
Accident... Uh-huh, can you keep this thing away from people? It looks a bit dangerous..."
"Ha ha!"
Fang Jun becomes more and more proud, what about the martial arts master?
You still have to kneel in front of a musket!
He casually put the musket on the table aside, raised his eyebrows, and said: "Don't worry, although this thing is amazingly powerful, it still has a flaw. It can only be fired one at a time. If you want to shoot again, you have to reload the gunpowder projectiles."
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Jiang Guhu breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately, a wave of depression arose, "Aren't you just kidding me?"
There was only one shot, but he deliberately pointed it at my head to scare me...
hateful!
He stood up, walked slowly to the table, picked up the chair on the floor with his toes, and put it back in place. Then he sat down, but his eyes looked at the musket on the table in fear. He was obviously very afraid and hesitated.
After a while, he asked: "What is this?"
"Musket!"
"Musket?"
The scene of sparks and smoke spewing out when the object was launched appeared in Jiang Guhu's mind, and he nodded slowly. As the name suggests, this should be a fire-breathing weapon called a "gun".
He didn't think there was anything wrong with being able to fire only a single shot. A strong bow or a powerful crossbow could only fire a single shot every time, right?
But even a master like him can only avoid the crossbow formation in front of him, especially in close combat. The speed and powerful lethality of the crossbow after being launched can easily turn him into a hedgehog...
…
This kind of musket is no less powerful than a crossbow in terms of rate of fire at close range, and it is easier to carry. Moreover, because it can be loaded in advance, there is less preparation for firing, the shot is faster, and it is more concealed, allowing it to be fired.
Everyone is on guard against it.
A big killer!
Jiang Guhu thought for a while, raised his head and asked Fang Jun, "Can I... take a closer look at it?"
Fang Jun made a "please" gesture without any precautions against him.
Jiang Guhu admired him in his heart. Although this person might be his love rival, he was magnanimous and generous, and he was a friend worth making.
He reached out and took the musket.
It is heavy to hand and is obviously made of fine iron. It only has a wooden handle installed on the handle. The complicated patterns look extremely exquisite. The barrel is slightly hot and there is still the smell of gunpowder smoke mixed with sulfur after being fired...
After playing with it for a while, Jiang Guhu put it on the table with a heavy heart.
This had a huge impact on him...
So he asked a very critical question: "Is there only one piece of this thing in the world, or can it be mass-produced?"
If there's only one thing, then that's it. At worst, you'll have to walk around Fang Jun.
But if it can be mass-produced...
If these murderous weapons spread, wouldn't we, who are practicing martial arts and training our bodies, face women and children holding such muskets, just like ordinary people waiting to be slaughtered?
Then why do you have to endure all the hardships of training in the winter and in the summer?
Get a musket on you, and see who refuses to accept it, take it out and do it...
My outlook on life has somewhat collapsed.
He looked up at Fang Jun's face, his heart full of collapse and doubt: "Why can he have a sixty-year official career when he clearly has a short life and cannot live up to thirty years old? These eyebrows, these facial features, this heaven and earth pavilion
The trend among people is unmistakable... Why is this? Could it be that... there are really people in the world who can transcend the mortal world and not enter the five elements? Isn't that a god? Now there are such murderous weapons that have never been seen in the past coming from his hands. It can be said that
In one fell swoop, the properties of weapons that have been used for thousands of years have been changed. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is groundbreaking. Why do these things all appear in one person? It makes no sense..."
Listening to Jiang Guhu's muttering, his eyes looked confused and excited, as if he had discovered a prehistoric monster that should have been extinct long ago...
Fang Jun's heart was pounding and he said, "Brother, if nothing happens, you can go to Chang'an with a certain person."
Jiang Guhu came back to his senses, nodded and said: "That's what I meant, Xiaoxue is in Chang'an at the moment, you might as well meet her."
This is a face-to-face confrontation...
But Fang Jun didn't do anything wrong, even if a ghost knocked on the door?
If you confront me, confront me. I am pure and innocent. That damn girl actually tainted my innocence. I will definitely not spare her...
"I will give this musket to my brother as a greeting gift."
Giving gifts is a must. If necessary, give money, a house, a car, or even a girl. Fang Jun won't blink an eye. He just asks this great fairy to stop staring at his face and always think about giving it to him.
Fortune telling, then thank God...
*****
Chang'an.
Prince Jing's Mansion.
There has been heavy snowfall in Chang'an this winter. It has finally cleared up recently, but the sky is still gloomy and the north wind is blowing, which is even colder than snowy days.
An earth dragon was burned in the flower hall of the palace, heating ducts were built in the walls, and charcoal basins were placed at the four corners. The windows were inlaid with glass and were well sealed. The rolling heat waves blocked the cold outside the house, making it as warm as spring.
King Jing Li Yuanjing sat on a chair and tugged at his collar. The heat in the room made him very irritable. He couldn't calm down at all. His face was ugly and extremely depressed...
Recently, there are rumors in the city of Chang'an that the Queen of Silla is about to come to see the emperor in person with her jade seal and credential, present the imperial seal, sincerely attach it, and request the Tang Dynasty to grant a royal descendant to go to Silla and succeed to the throne. Various rumors are circulating in the city.
, but Li Yuanjing knew that the emperor had been planning for the feudal world for a long time, and now that the Queen of Silla personally came to the door, the matter was almost a foregone conclusion.
Many of the royal family members were jubilant!
There is no way, as a Tianhuang nobleman, although he is extremely expensive, and he is usually rich and luxurious, but the imperial court also has many restrictions on the children of the royal family. There are many rules and regulations, and Zongzheng Temple will call him over if he is not careful.
A lesson can range from a slap in the face to a ban on being dismissed from the title...
His Majesty Li Er will never forget how he usurped the throne against his will, and will never give other royal families any chance to follow in his footsteps or learn from him.
Therefore, the children of the royal family may seem to be enjoying honor and glory, but in fact they are in constant fear and misery all day long, fearing that if they make the slightest mistake, they will be suspected by the emperor...
Ever since, when they heard that they were about to be crowned King of Silla, almost all the royal family members were inexplicably excited. As long as they could get the favor of the emperor and go to Silla to become the King of Silla, they would be soaring into the sky.
Let the bird fly high!
What’s good about Chang’an?
Silla is still better. Although the land is a little poorer and the people are a little less, it is better because it is far enough away!
The sky is high and the emperor is far away. Even if he does something outrageous, it is impossible to reach the emperor's ears. Zongzheng Temple is even beyond his reach. He is a proper earth emperor. There is nothing better...
However, among those who hoped to be valued by the emperor and crowned King of Silla, King Jing Li Yuanjing was definitely not included!
Even when he thought about the possibility of being sent to Silla by the emperor, he felt depressed, fearful, and unwilling... He had trouble sleeping and eating!
Because he clearly knew that the emperor had become more and more dissatisfied with him over the years, and the emperor knew more or less about the shady things he secretly planned. The reason why he did not touch him was probably because he killed his brother in the past.
The negative influence brought by my brother has not dissipated to this day. If he is forced to die, I am afraid that it will be difficult to get rid of a tyrant who is "surly and vicious and does not tolerate blood". Which ambitious brother is absolutely unwilling to face this?
situation...
However, the consequences of killing himself may be serious, but getting to the remote and remote land of Silla is not difficult!
You can't commit suicide just because you were granted the title of King of Silla, right?
Then the world's criticism will not be that the emperor is "mean, unkind, surly and vicious", but that he is greedy and has evil intentions...
no!
The emperor must be allowed to give up the possibility of naming himself the King of Silla, otherwise wouldn't all his years of planning be in vain?
His Highness King Jing was in a very irritable mood.