To the south of Longshan, there is a remote small village. Because it is located in a closed valley, there is no news of the Tatars going south. There are about a hundred households cultivating good fields outside the village.
It was the 100th birthday of the oldest man in the village, and the whole village, old and young, celebrated with quinoa soup, wheat rice, and shochu stewed meat.
Today, the celebration has become a feast for beasts.
The wooden fence protecting the village at the beginning and end of the village has been torn to pieces, and there is blood everywhere inside and outside the village. There are fallen corpses scattered everywhere, most of the men have missing heads and limbs, and the lower bodies of women, old and young, are in a mess.
The crops and seedlings cultivated by the common people are becoming fodder for war horses scattered in the field. Dozens of Jurchen Tatars on the threshing floor are testing their archery skills with the human targets erected. There are still screams and flames from the houses in the village from time to time.
emerge.
In a thatched house, a centenarian villager with a gray beard looked at the Tatar general in front of him with cloudy eyes.
In the main hall, his descendants prepared a banquet for guests, which was enjoyed by a short, fat and thick Jurchen man. There were more than a dozen guards with swords on both sides, staring at the trembling host and family in the room.
This Jurchen general was a descendant of Gao Qing under Zong Han, and was born in the Bohai Gao family. Because he was proficient in Chinese and Jurchen languages, he was left in Wanyan Zonghan's army to serve as a general.
The Bohai people and the Jurchens have the same ancestor, so the Bohai people's status in the Jin Kingdom was second only to the Jurchens.
While he was savoring the rice wine in his cup, Gao Qingyi suddenly heard a frightened scream and an angry shout coming from inside, followed by a woman's scream.
In the owner's house, a man looked pale, but the centenarian remained indifferent, perhaps because he didn't hear.
Immediately afterwards, a young Jurchen Tatar walked out of the room with his trousers in hand. He was not old, had a thick neck, a fat body, and a haircut with a money rat tail. He unceremoniously sat down at the top of the table, ignoring the plate.
The soup inside is dripping and you can grab it and eat it immediately.
With a flattering tone, Gao Qingyi stopped eating and drinking, and said with a slight smile in Jurchen dialect: "Are you having fun?"
This young man was Zong Han's beloved son. He was very good-looking and had ordinary abilities, but he was arrogant and arrogant, which was all cultivated by Zong Han.
As he grabbed the meat and ate it, he cursed: "The skin of women from the Southern Dynasties is really delicate, but they can't help but tossing it. Before I could even enjoy it, she died of pain and asked me to chop it off with a knife."
Gao Qingyi laughed and asked: "Old man, your granddaughter-in-law was killed, can you hear it?"
The old man flicked his eyelids, and his voice turned out to be quite clear, and he said: "I am neither deaf nor dumb, and I have lived to be a hundred years old."
"Aren't you angry then? Haha, you know the current affairs very well, no wonder you can live for such a long time." Gao Qingyi smiled cruelly.
There seemed to be tears in the old man's eyes, and he sighed and said: "In ancient times, ferocious beasts were everywhere, and humans were the weakest. People were often eaten alive by wild beasts, leaving only white skeletons. But later, these
Wild beasts have either been domesticated and turned into guard dogs, or they continue to become prey for hunters in the wild. But people are people, and living indoors, sheltered from the wind and cold, is getting better and better."
The smile on Gao Qingyi's face gradually disappeared, and his expression suddenly became angry. He stood up and kicked the old man in the heart, killing him.
The family in the house started to cry, "I'll chop them all if they're so noisy." Wan Yanshe immediately ordered while eating.
After killing the people, Gao Qingyi, the only person in the crowd who understood Chinese, couldn't be happy at all.
All the ferocious pride on his face disappeared, and he went out with a sullen expression, holding the knife.
"She Yema, Zong Han ordered us to catch more babies, so we should set off quickly. Otherwise, all these Han people will run away after receiving the news."
Shu Yema disagreed and said with a smile: "The southerners are full of raw mouths and beasts, and they will kneel on the ground and surrender as soon as they are beaten. There is no need to be anxious."
He is still young and has not experienced Youyan's last battle, so he has no idea how powerful Jianbi Qingye is.
The former Wanyan Zongwang ate up all the book covers in Bai Ning Mountain.
Gao Qingyi didn't dare to disappoint him, so he had to go out quietly and instruct his men to tie the hands of the captured people and tie them together with a rope to prevent them from escaping.
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On the Jingzhou front line, there has been a hand-to-hand battle. The Jurchens here are not facing unarmed mountain people.
In front of each fortification, the Great Wall Corps of the Great Song Dynasty showed the power and confidence of the two women. They refused to give up an inch of ground and fought bloody battles to the death.
In the Shimen Town area, at the foot of the city wall, gunpowder smoke filled the air. All the Song army officers and soldiers had their faces covered and were still coughing.
Yang Tianci, whose face was blackened by the smoke, ordered his men to test firearms on the city wall, holding a pencil case and a cowhide roll in his hand, and kept recording.
There are all kinds of firearms on the tower, including rockets, thunderbolts, thunder cannons, muskets, fire oil tanks...
A guard couldn't stand it anymore and ran over and said: "Godsend, we can't bear it anymore, let's shoot arrows!"
"The lethality of archery is not good. Look below, we are just smoked, and they are already dead."
The guard stamped his feet and said, "The smoke from this bird is not poisonous, right?"
Yang Tianci shook his head, pointed to the box on the side and said: "We have been using artillery gunpowder and tribulus gunpowder these days. Did you see that there is the poison smoke ball gunpowder. I am not going to use it unless it is a last resort. I will keep it.
Give the Tatars a surprise.”
Historically, before the Song Dynasty crossed south, it was far ahead in firearms. However, after crossing south, they did not pay attention to protecting the "experts" in Kaifeng Prefecture, which led to them being completely taken over by the Jin people.
Later, the soldiers and horses of the Jin Dynasty were also equipped with firearms, and they were no weaker than those of the Song Dynasty after the southern crossing.
Later generations' research on the gunpowder formula of the Jin Dynasty found that the gunpowder formula of the Jin Dynasty was even more advanced than that of the Song Dynasty.
The Song Dynasty's "Wu Jing Zong Yao" records the gunpowder formula. In addition to sulfur, nitrate, and charcoal, it also contains more than ten minor formulas, which have many impurities and are less effective. The gunpowder formula of the Jin Dynasty is much purer and only contains
Sulfur, nitrate, charcoal, iron slag, magnetic powder and arsenic are more effective than Song Dynasty gunpowder in both combustion and explosion.
One of the most commonly used firearms by the Jin Army in the later period was called "Zhentian Lei", which was almost equivalent to a modern grenade. In addition, the Jin Dynasty also independently invented the "Flying Fire Gun", which was similar to a light flamethrower.
Yang Tianci has shown strong interest and hands-on ability since he was a child, unlike his brothers.
Yang Lin taught him according to his aptitude and asked him to study with a group of miscellaneous experts from the Zhaodefang outer courtyard. He also let him enter the Firearms Department through the back door. During the first Youyan War, he stayed in Han Shizhong's military school building and developed many new weapons.
firearm.
Now that the war broke out, it became a paradise for his experiments. In this small town of Shimen, countless Tatars met with bloody misfortune.
Even the city wall was blackened. Yang Tianci looked at the miserable defenders, stretched out his hand to measure the wind direction, sighed, and said: "You all go down. I will take a few people with me and use poison, smoke balls, and gunpowder. Today,
Then no Tartars can attack the city."
The guard general was worried and said: "I'm here to keep an eye on you too. If that doesn't work, let's open the city and fight!"
Yang Tianci quickly waved his hand and said: "You can't do it, you can't do it, I haven't finished the experiment yet. As long as I make some improvements, I don't know how many more Tatars can be killed. Don't lose the big for the small."
The guard was a little speechless. He pinched his waist and watched him command a group of young boys, excitedly starting to play with the boxes of so-called poison artillery. He couldn't help but feel nervous... This thing is really immoral.