Song Chengwang roared, and then the torch lit the fuse directly.
Gutu's face suddenly turned pale. He held back the feeling of fainting from fright again, pulled his neck and roared crazily:
"Stop! Stop it!"
"I said! I will tell you anything you ask me!"
"Absolutely tell the truth!"
"Give me a chance to change my story! Please! Don't point the big blunderbuss at me!"
Gutu looked at Song Yang longingly, his voice breaking with laughter.
Song Yang looked at Gutu with a half-smile and asked, "Have you thought about it?"
"Yeah, yeah! Think about it! Whatever you ask, I'll tell you! Make him stop! Hurry!" Gutu nodded crazily.
Looking at the fuse that was about to burn out, Gutu's heart was in his throat.
Now he only felt that his throat was blocked, as if he might die at any time.
"Okay. Since this is your first offender, I will give you a chance." Song Yang said slowly and leisurely.
Gutu was overjoyed and hurriedly turned to look at the cannon.
The moment he looked at the cannon, Gutu's expression changed drastically. The fuse had already burned out!
"It's over!"
Gutu had just this thought in his mind, and then he fainted again.
…
Song Chengwang and Song Yang looked at each other, and of course they would not kill Gutu.
He just lit the fuse. Song Yang had just fired the cannon and hadn't even had time to add powder or ammunition.
However, just this fuse scared Gutu into breaking his guard.
After that, the problem game becomes extremely simple, enjoyable and efficient.
Eight Hun nobles went to the good student who spoke most actively in class.
As soon as Song Yang's question came out, they all started answering frantically.
Even when Song Yang told them not to speak too loudly for others to hear, they didn't care.
He was afraid that his slow answer would make Song Yang unhappy.
Song Yang asked a lot of questions and basically got satisfactory answers.
In just one question and eight answers, Song Yang basically understood the various situations on the Xiongnu side.
Including military strength, equipment, food and grass, personnel composition, topography, urban distribution and almost all imaginable situations.
Although there are still some discrepancies in what the eight people said, they are negligible.
After all, everyone has different positions and is exposed to different things.
In this regard, Song Yang did not pursue accuracy excessively, and even if they were just about right, they would pass.
The Eight Huns were so moved by Song Yang's generosity that they called the King wise.
"Okay, last question."
Song Yang walked towards Gutu with his arms crossed and said.
"Great King Daqian, you say it! Just say it!"
Gutu said with a busy smile.
Just now he even mentioned how many moles the Xiongnu family had on their bodies, so there was nothing else he couldn't say.
"What did you call this thing just now? Big fire gun?" Song Yang pointed to the cannon.
Just now, in desperation, Gutu turned the cannon into a conflagration.
Song Yang's heart moved, knowing that Gutu must have seen this thing.
Gutu was stunned for a moment, looked at the cannon and said: "Your Majesty... the villain just barked randomly out of urgency. If he screamed by the wrong name, please don't mind!"
Gutu thought Song Yang wanted to blame him, so he hurriedly explained.
"Why don't you call him Black Tongzi, Yaofa or anything else, but call him Big Fire Gun? Have you ever seen Little Fire Gun?" Song Yang asked, staring at the bones.
Gutu said with some fear: "I've seen... I've seen it, I've indeed seen it."
"Where have you seen it before?" Song Yang asked with a frown.
Things like muskets and gunpowder have never been introduced to the Western Regions. Where did you see bones and soil?
Moreover, Daqian's muskets are only called muskets, and the word "fire gun" has never appeared.
"In the far west. It's thousands or even tens of thousands of miles away from here. There is a very big lake there. A few years ago, we followed the old Chanyu to expand the territory to the west, and ended up at the big lake. .”
"There are some people there with very white skin, very yellow hair, and blue eyes. They have a weapon in their hands, which is somewhat similar to yours, but much smaller."
"We had never seen anything like this back then, so we were caught off guard. Later, the old Shanyu became seriously ill and died not long after."
"The new Chanyu thought that the weapon was strange and difficult to deal with. There were many woods on the other side of the sea, which was not suitable for cavalry combat, so we returned to the Western Regions."
"In the past few battles with those white-skinned people, we captured some prisoners. They said that the thing was called a fire gun."
Gutu very honestly confessed that he knew about the musket.
Song Yang frowned even more after hearing this. How did Westerners master gunpowder technology?
Shouldn't this thing be spread to the West after hundreds of years?
"Did Westerners in this world also develop gunpowder?"
"Impossible! They don't have the brains!"
Song Yang thought about it for a while but couldn't figure it out, so he walked up to a Renaissance Army soldier, picked up his musket, looked at Gutu and asked: "Is their musket like mine?"
Gutu shook his head and said: "No. It's just a little bit similar. Their firecrackers are much worse than yours. They are crudely made. And your firecrackers don't even need a match rope to fire, they can go off directly."
When he told Song Yang, he understood that it was really a firecracker or a matchlock gun.
This thing is one or two grades worse than Song Yang's fixed-loading ammunition flintlock gun. It is simply not from the same era.
"Didn't you say that you captured some white people? Where are they? Are there these people in the city? Have you obtained muskets?" Song Yang asked three questions in a row.
Gutu did not dare to delay and said: "Those white people are not under my command, but many Huns also came into the city later. I don't know if they are there or not."
"They got more than a dozen firecrackers, but they were all kept by the Chanyu and were never used. The Chanyu just made those things as souvenirs."
Song Yang nodded, patted Gutu's shoulder and said, "Gutu, that's a good answer."
"Come here, please untie the leaders of the Huns, and I will reward you with this roasted whole lamb." Song Yang pointed at the roasted whole lamb and said.
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Wang Xiao untied the eight Xiongnu leaders and took them to a hut to lock them up.
Once the whole roasted lamb is thrown into the house, the task is completed.
Song Hui led Song Yang all the way to the main tent of the Western Expeditionary Army.
Song Yang was sitting among everyone, but there was no joy on his face.
He was more concerned about the fact that Westerners had guns and gunpowder.
"Go to the prisoners immediately to see if there are any people with white skin or blue eyes. If so, bring a few over." Song Yang ordered, and Song Hui immediately asked Qiu to go in and handle it.
But this matter is not that fast. There are 30,000 to 40,000 prisoners, and it will take at least a day just to count them.
"Your Majesty, you haven't slept all day and all night, why don't you take a rest first?"
Song Hui saw some redness in Song Yang's eyes and suggested.
Song Yang looked at the old man, nodded and said: "Rest, you should also rest. You have been working hard all night, so take a rest. You will see results after a good sleep."
Song Yang could still carry it himself, but he was afraid that the old Marquis wouldn't be able to carry it. After all, he was almost seventy years old.
The old general was indeed a little unable to bear it, but he did not reject Song Yang's kindness.
After a whole night of high-intensity command, we just spent a long time interrogating the Huns. It's almost noon now.
After ordering some porridge and drinking some, they went to sleep separately.
In his dream, Song Yang had a dream, and he dreamed that there was also a time traveler in the west.
And that guy's golden finger is much better than his encyclopedia.
Aircraft cannons were built easily.
Song Yang led Daqian's army and encountered Westerners flying airplanes and cannons.
As soon as those planes and cannons opened fire, Song Yang woke up with fright.
"Damn it! It turned out to be a dream!"
Song Yang shook his head and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"Dong dong~"
There was a sound, and Song Yang looked outside.
It's still dark.
It turns out that the sound of the airplane cannon in the dream just now was the sound of clappers.
Counting the sound of the clapper, it was just five o'clock, and it would be half an hour before dawn.
However, the time in the Western Region is much later than that in the Central Plains. It is estimated that it will be Chenshi in Jiangzhou by now.
Song Yang leaned on the chair and stretched.
The guard who heard the movement outside the door asked softly: "My lord, are you up?"
"What's the matter? Tell me."
"We have finished counting the situation in the prisoner camp. There are more than a dozen prisoners with fair skin, blue eyes, and yellow hair." The guard reported softly outside the door.
"Oh? Really? Bring him over to see me right away!"
If Song Yang Yile really found a Westerner, it would be possible to find out the ins and outs of the musket.
The guard left in response, and not long after, he heard the sound of footsteps outside.
Song Chengwang opened the door first and came in.
"Uncle Wang, Lao Yu and Lao Wei have gone to bed. I will work the night shift tonight." Song Chengwang said as soon as he opened the door.
"Hey! You are quite self-conscious, why don't you accompany your Yuhua girl?" Song Yang said jokingly.
"Then Uncle Wang, you must be looking down on us. There was no war before, but now we have serious business!" Song Chengwang said with a pinched neck.
"Okay, you have something serious to do!" Song Yang smiled and patted his eldest nephew on the shoulder to encourage him.
"Hehe! It's all thanks to Uncle Wang's teachings!" Song Chengwang chuckled.
The two chatted for a while before Song Yang asked the guards to call the Westerners in.
There are thirteen in total, ten with yellow hair and blue eyes, and three with bald heads and blue eyes.
"Which country are you from?" Song Yang felt stupid after asking this question.
It's so weird that they can understand Da Gan's words.
Sure enough, all thirteen people were stunned.
They tried to explain something by talking and gesticulating.
"What nonsense is this! What you said to the Huns is not in the same tone! How about we ask the bones and soil to ask?" Song Chengwang suggested, grabbing his hair.
In the afternoon, he learned a few words of Xiongnu dialect from the Zhengxi Army, and thought he could do it.
As a result, I couldn't understand what these people were saying.
"This is called Latin! It's a pity that I don't know Latin either!"
Song Yang curled his lips, then waved his hands, and the guards immediately ran to find the bones and soil.
"What? Latin?" Song Chengwang scratched his head and was confused.
"A language! A language popular in the far West." Song Yang shook his head and explained.
After saying that, he looked at the thirteen Westerners and suddenly said: "Where are you from?"