Guanshan was filled with smoke. The artillerymen who had stripped down to only their trousers were desperately stuffing shells into the barrel. Once the shells were in place, red-hot iron bars immediately penetrated the eyes of the fire. The artillerymen with bare spines behind them
He covered his ears and quickly jumped into the hole dug in advance. After the artillery roared, he jumped out and repeated the previous actions.
Sun Jie carried a bucket of water and poured it on the cannon. After a puff of white smoke came out, he touched the cannon barrel a little with his hand, quickly touched his earlobe with a grin on his face, and then continued to pour water on the cannon barrel.
The so-called Eight-door Golden Lock Formation at the foot of Guanshan Mountain has long been bombarded to pieces by artillery. The originally neat and orderly military formation has now become a hell on earth. From time to time, an ownerless war horse runs out of the smoke in terror.
, hissing and running back and forth in the empty military formation, looking for a way to escape.
When the Guanshan artillery position began to roar, Yelu Yixin still had the opportunity to continuously send reinforcements to the most important front gate. Unfortunately, after the artillery roared for two days, no Liao general was willing to bring his troops to the artillery bombardment.
Death within range.
If the two armies were fighting, these Liao army generals would rush forward to fight the Song army without hesitation. However, in the current scene, even the bravest generals were unwilling to come and die.
It was really like dying. Not even the Song army could be seen within sight, but his own military formation was blown to pieces by a large wave of gunpowder bombs falling from the sky. Such an experience was for every Liao general.
It's like a nightmare.
The roar of the artillery finally stopped, and the front army led by Jiang Zhe easily entered the Eight-door Golden Lock Formation with large pits everywhere.
The ground was covered with rubble and broken flags, and there were large areas of blood stains in some places. The low stone walls used to block the Song army's advance were now in tatters, with almost no trace of their original appearance.
The first thing Jiang Zhe did after entering the formation was not to attack, but to defend. Sima in the army led craftsmen and civil servants to quickly repair the stone wall under the cover of the army.
The general had long said that the army was not allowed to have close contact with the Liao people, and that all attacks could only begin after the artillery had blown up the roadblocks in front.
Jiang Zhe looked back at the busy Guanshan Mountain and knew that today's military operations were over. If he wanted to get artillery support, he would have to wait until at least tomorrow.
Not a single sound could be heard in the Liao people's military formation. If it weren't for the smoke rising from the military formation, people would think it was a dead city!
The Song army was making a lot of noise. They were very satisfied with today's battle situation. They had penetrated three miles into the Liao army's formation and had not encountered any resistance. The only attack the army received came from a horse that had gone crazy...
"The power of artillery is so great!"
Wen Yanbo picked up a piece of gravel, weighed it in his hand, threw it into a three-foot-deep pit and muttered to himself.
"Knowing how powerful this thing is, you should keep this secret well and never let outsiders get it. If we can maintain our weapon advantage for fifty years, the Song Dynasty's border will be safe for a hundred years."
Yun Zheng took off the cloak that was always blown around him by the wind, smiled teasingly at Wen Yanbo, and went to the camp where Jiang Zhe had set up.
"First there are spears, then there are shields. This is a fundamental order. Now that we, the Song Dynasty, have the sharpest and most powerful spears in the world, the first thing to do is not to prevent them from appearing prematurely in the enemy's hands.
The shield of this spear."
Wang Anshi just found a place for convenience and is now wearing his belt.
Wen Yanbo frowned and said: "Brother Jiefu is also a great scholar now, why do you behave as roughly as those tough soldiers?"
Wang Anshi smiled and said: "You Heng appeared naked in front of people, and you have been praising it for thousands of years. I am just trying to relieve urination. It would be extremely unfilial to hold back the body given by my parents. For the sake of my father's sperm and mother's blood, I am thinking of my father's sperm and mother's blood."
Why do you say it's disrespectful?"
Wen Yanbo sighed and said: "A long time ago, I thought that the reason why the barbarians always visited the Central Plains was simply because they wanted wealth and food.
Now that I have come to the grassland, I understand that the soil and water support the people. Every day when I look at the endless grassland, I can only see the blue sky covering the green grassland like a pot lid. This kind of scenery will always make people happy.
Life is about going out and seeing the horizon.
If you walk like this, you will come to the territory of the Song Dynasty. Then you will see the wealth and prosperity, and you will naturally start to think about robbery.
There is only one person in the world, so naturally he will not take into account any human relations and etiquette. Just like Wang Jiefu can defecate anywhere on the grassland, those ignorant barbarians will definitely think that the sky and the earth belong to him alone, so what should he do?
Everything is as it should be.”
Wang Anshi laughed when he heard this and said: "If it is true as Brother Kuanfu said, those scumbags in Beijing should be sent to the grassland. After living for a few more years, their desire for fame and wealth may slowly fade away.
Calm down."
Wen Yanbo sneered and said: "Once the land of Yanyun belongs to the Song Dynasty, Brother Jiefu's wish will come true. In the future, the Song Dynasty will assign criminal officials, not to Lingnan, which is getting richer, but to cultivate wasteland here.
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Wang Anshi looked at Wen Yanbo and said in confusion: "What's happened to you recently? You seem to have changed your temper these days. You no longer stare at Yunzheng, and you start to think about some real national affairs."
With a happy smile on his face, Wen Yanbo pointed at the artillery that was being hurriedly placed and said: "There is no other way but to find the artillery ear.
This thing is really a weapon of war. It is no exaggeration to call it the god of the battlefield. Its appearance directly makes complex and changeable wars extremely simple. From now on, strength will be the only test of a country's national defense capability.
standard.
If all the fortresses of our Song Dynasty were filled with artillery, even Yunzheng would not be able to travel thousands of miles to attack the city of Tokyo with one final blow!"
Wang Anshi burst out laughing. In the end, he covered his stomach and laughed even more unbearably. He slowly fell to the ground and convulsed like he was dying, with tears streaming down his face.
Wen Yanbo said angrily: "Are my words really so ridiculous?"
Wang Anshi finally stopped laughing, and simply sat on the ground, pointed at Wen Yanbo and said: "Kuanfu has served in the two stations for many years, hasn't he read Yun Zheng's "National Defense Shu" written in the third year of Jiayou?
In that memorial, it was systematically and completely described that once artillery and gunpowder weapons were used on a large scale, the country would no longer have border control, and there would no longer be the possibility of military rebellion in the DPRK.
Because the era of cold weapons that relied on a horse spear, an iron sword, and three inches of bravery could turn the world upside down is over. From now on, as long as we scholar-bureaucrats do not treat the people too harshly, this dynasty can exist forever.
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In this era, what we should be wary of is the civil servants who hold great power, not the military generals, because civil servants can have access to any level of the dynasty, but military generals cannot.
If the dynasty controls the weapons workshops, even if the military commander can succeed for a while, he will have no choice but to die once he runs out of ammunition and food.
You are still here thinking about how to limit the power of generals, but you don't know that Yun Zheng has dug a huge pit for us waiting for us to jump.
The era of military commanders causing harm to the country is over. So, who is the next power group under the imperial power that should be weakened? It is not the scholar-bureaucrat class.
Taizu said that we share the world with the scholar-bureaucrats. This was just a sentence. The purpose was to use civil servants to control the generals. Now that the generals no longer need to be restrained, can we scholar-bureaucrats maintain the status of sharing the world with the emperor? "
Wen Yanbo was startled and said: "I have really never seen the "National Defense Memorial". Brother Jiefu should know that I am very concerned about Yun Zheng's actions. How could I neglect such an important memorial?"
Turn a blind eye?
How did Brother Jiefu learn about the content of this memorial?"
Wang Anshi was stunned for a moment and said: "I saw this in Yunzheng's study. At that time, I and Yunzheng were discussing the pros and cons of the "Green Miao Law". Yunzheng took out this memorial and showed it to me."
Wen Yanbo slapped his thigh heavily and said: "This memorial must have been detained by the late emperor. In the third year of Jiayou's reign, Yunzheng was promoted to deputy envoy to the Privy Council and minister of the Ministry of War. His memorial did not need to go through the two stations and the center.
It will be submitted directly to His Majesty's desk.
You let me think about it carefully..."
Wang Anshi sneered and said: "What are you thinking about? Your Majesty has already started to deprive us of our rights. If it weren't for Your Majesty's sudden illness, God knows what the current situation would be like.
Haven't you noticed that His Majesty has begun to take away judicial power from the hands of civil servants like us?
In the past, the punishment officers in the punishment department were just staff members under the jurisdiction of the state government, but now it is better. The punishment officers have begun to take charge of the punishment prisons, and even the imperial edicts are directly appointed by the Zhimi Pavilion.
You guys have had a smooth life in the past few years, but I have been miserable. The incident of riding into the palace to whip the eunuch made me suffer a lot. I am very involved in political affairs, and a sixth-grade executioner can actually directly
Go to the old man's hall and ask him if he knows the laws of the Song Dynasty.
Hahaha, at that time I thought that all the princes and princes in the court had forgotten or abandoned me, Wang Anshi, but it turns out you didn’t know, hahaha, I really laughed to death.”
"How dare a sixth-grade executioner go straight to your main hall? Why have I never heard you talk about it?"
"Will you tell the world about your humiliation?"
"Did Prime Minister Pang ever know? Did Han Qi ever know?"
Wang Anshi looked at Wen Yanbo strangely and said with a malicious smile: "What do you think?"
"That's right, everything can't be hidden from the central government. Prime Minister Pang knows it, but Han Dazui may not know it. Why would Prime Minister Pang conceal this change in the DPRK?"
"What have you, Wen Kuanfu, done as a high-ranking official in recent years? Pang Xiang is fifty-seven this year. He assisted the late emperor in helping the world, and he helped the new emperor ascend to the throne. He helped the new emperor to ascend the throne and regained Yanyun.
Gong is nothing to him.
In the near future, there will be a perfect old man in our Song Dynasty who is blessed with all the blessings, wealth, longevity and happiness. Under such circumstances, do you expect him to lead hundreds of officials to fight against the imperial power?" (To be continued)