Back at the Qianhu Office, Song Xuan, who had been silent, finally turned his head and looked at Lu Xiaofeng.
"What do you think of the Jiang family's firearms?"
Lu Xiaofeng pondered for a moment, "It's very good, but it is a threat to warriors below the innate. Above the innate, those artillery guns and the like basically can't hit anyone. Even if they are lucky enough to hit, they can't break the body protection." gas."
He tried to figure out Song Xuan's meaning and continued: "I know what you are worried about, but to be honest, there is really no need. No matter how powerful the firearm is, it needs someone to control it.
For more powerful warriors, there is no need to deal with the firearm head-on, they only need to kill the person controlling the firearm. "
Listening to what he said, Song Xuan now understood why he had not heard any news about firearms when he was in the imperial capital.
It was something that even people in the world like Lu Xiaofeng looked down upon, let alone Xuan Yiwei, who had the strongest force in the world.
Xuanyi Wei was not aware that powerful weapons such as firearms appeared in this world, but he probably didn't pay attention to them at all.
When the top Xuanyi Guards feel the need to take action, they only need to send a few first-class Xuanyi Guards to stifle all trouble.
For three hundred years since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, Xuan Yiwei has always dealt with things in this way and has long been accustomed to it.
Hua Manlou, who has never spoken much, also rarely expressed his opinion: "Sir, external forces are only external forces after all, and the power you control is the foundation!"
Song Xuan smiled and nodded slightly, agreeing with his statement.
...
The air in the dark Xuanyi Guard Prison seemed extremely turbid.
After cleaning up the Jiang family, Song Xuan went directly to the imperial prison. There were some matters that he wanted to interrogate personally.
Without knowing where this so-called technology and civilization came from, he might feel uneasy even while meditating tonight.
In the torture room, Song Xuan sat on the Grand Master's chair, quietly watching the torturers in Xuanyi's clothes roasting irons on the hot fire.
"Sir, we are ready. Do you want to start the torture?"
A Xuanyi guard knelt on one knee and asked in a low voice.
Song Xuan waved his hand, "You go out first, I'll have a few words with him alone!"
"promise!"
Everyone quickly walked out of the room, leaving behind Song Xuan who was sitting on a chair and Jiang Shouye who was tied to a pillar.
Song Xuan lifted the red soldering iron, blew on it, and said with a smile: "Where are you going to start, Chief Jiang? On the chest or on the face?"
Jiang Shouye swallowed, with a look of panic on his face, "Song Xuan, Mr. Song, you and my Jiang family don't have any grudges at all, why do you have to do something so extreme?"
Song Xuan stepped forward and put the soldering iron in his hand close to Jiang Shouye's face, "You know what I want to ask, just say it yourself and I will give you a good pleasure!"
"My lord, what you want to ask about is about firearms?"
"Otherwise? Are you asking how many concubines you have married?"
Jiang Shouye was silent for a moment, "I don't know much about firearms. These are all things my eldest son made after he returned from a study trip ten years ago."
"That's it..."
Song Xuan smiled noncommittally, and the hot red soldering iron in his hand was pressed against his face.
Then, there was a violent roar like a killing pig.
"Useless trash!"
Throwing the soldering iron on the ground, Song Xuan came to the cell where Jiang Shouye's eldest son was imprisoned.
As soon as he entered the cell, the eldest son of the Jiang family, who looked a little tired, stared straight at him.
"My cowardly and incompetent father, did he blame everything on me?"
"Yes!" Song Xuan looked at the nearly thirty-year-old man with a smile, "Your name is Jiang Chen, right? I like talking to smart people, and you seem to be much smarter than your good-for-nothing father!"
Jiang Chen smiled miserably: "I am not a smart person. If I were really smart, I should have left the Jiang family as soon as possible. If my ignorant and arrogant father hadn't sent someone to assassinate you, the Jiang family would not be in the disaster it is today. "
Song Xuan raised his hand and a chair flew out of the air and landed in front of him. He sat on it with his legs crossed and said with a faint smile: "I have no interest in the grudges between your father and son.
Tell me, how did you get those firearms, and where did the words "technology" and "civilization" your incompetent father said come from? "
Jiang Chen was silent for a while, then slowly spoke.
"The Great Zhou Dynasty relied on martial arts to establish the country. As a citizen of the Great Zhou Dynasty, my dream since childhood was to practice martial arts and become a heroic hero.
But unfortunately, I have not achieved much in martial arts since I was a child. I have found many famous teachers for guidance, but they all commented that I have no talent for martial arts.
There was no way out for practicing martial arts, so I could only study essays and take the imperial examination.
When I was twenty years old, I failed the imperial examination for the first time, so I left home with my servants and guards to go out and relax.
After walking around for tens of thousands of miles, we arrived at the northern boundary of Mingzhou.
In the eyes of most people in Mingzhou, the Northern Territory is a land of barbarians. Although it is the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the court has never paid much attention to the bitter cold land there. As long as the annual tax revenue is received, the court basically pays attention to it. It’s a free-range attitude here.
The people there have all kinds of strange looks, including red hair, golden hair, and yellow hair. Most of them have fair skin and enlarged pores, and have a bad body odor. When I first met these people, I immediately threw up at the smell of their smell. "
Having said this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but smile, "These white people's body structure is different from that of the normal Zhou people. The meridians in their bodies are incomplete and they cannot practice martial arts at all.
Therefore, they have always been reassured by the court. Even if a group that cannot practice martial arts wants to rebel, it can be easily suppressed by just sending a few warriors!
I traveled to the Northern Territory for a while, but after getting in touch with the people there, I found that although they couldn't practice martial arts, they still had something extraordinary about them.
Perhaps it was precisely because they could not practice martial arts that they put more energy into studying external forces.
Gunpowder had been around for a long time in the Great Zhou Dynasty, but it had always been used to set off fireworks for viewing. But after it spread to the Northern Territory, the so-called barbarians used it to create artillery and muskets.
In addition, they also developed theories such as physics, chemistry, astronomy, etc. Words such as science and civilization that adults care about came from there.
I stayed there for many years, met a lot of people, and learned a lot. The muskets and artillery you saw at Jiang's house were the techniques I learned there.
After returning to the Jiang family, I used my family's financial and manpower to build a firearms team within a few years.
My father was very excited after seeing the power of firearms and believed that the Jiang family belongs to destiny..."
