Don't underestimate the craftsmanship of the "technology madmen" in Daxia. Jia Cong, the second-in-command, only provided a rough sketch and a simplified version of the explosion principle. The master craftsman from the Ministry of Industry used his bare hands to The Daxia version of the iron grenade with wooden handle was made.
This kind of iron lump, which is respectfully called palm thunder in the military, is as powerful as Yuanyou's three-style Shenwei General Cannon. It can blow a big hole in an earthen city wall when thrown.
Just explain how the walls and gates of the house provided by King Zhaba Sanluo to the Yi people could withstand such a powerful bombing.
With just one blow, not only the wooden door was reduced to ashes, but most of the courtyard wall collapsed.
The entire courtyard door was filled with dust, which had not dispersed for a long time. When Zhang Dehai rushed into the courtyard with his group of killers, the Yiren, who were full of confusion, had not yet figured out why the thunder hit the ground.
Every time the garrison troops go to the plateau for defense changes, they are basically elites selected from all over the country. They must be absolutely loyal, absolutely brave, and most importantly, absolutely ruthless.
In a foreign land, being kind and soft-hearted is the most undesirable thing.
Zhang Dehai's personal soldiers were the ones he had requested from the Supreme Emperor before leaving the capital. There were thirty of them in total, and each of them had at least hundreds of foreigners capable of killing them.
Especially Chen Dazhuang. Before entering Tibet, he was born as a Yulin Lang. At the age of seventeen, he followed the Supreme Emperor deep into Mobei, chopping off heads was like playing.
"Hey, yellow-haired ghost, come and have a taste of grandpa's power!"
Chen Dazhuang rushed out of the dust smoke and picked out the tallest and most powerful person among the Yi crowd at a glance. Before he could react, the crossbow buzzed and fired a crossbow arrow with a cold light.
puff!
The exquisite hand crossbow had excellent accuracy, and the crossbow arrow hit the man's forehead.
The fear in Huang Maoyi's eyes didn't have time to dissipate before he was hit by an arrow and fell to the ground, but Chen Dazhuang did not stop rushing forward.
The hand crossbow beside him kept firing for a moment. Chen Dazhuang had already used the sword drawing technique, and the blade passed across the throat of the red-haired Yi closest to him...
The dozen or so people around Zhang Dehai cooperated very well. As soon as they rushed into the courtyard, they took away the lives of a dozen barbarians with crossbows.
Then he guarded his lord Zhang Dehai, harvesting the lives of the remaining barbarians like chopping melons and vegetables.
Resist? The Yi people had no room to resist.
The Yi people in the courtyard were all distinguished guests invited from Tianzhu by King Chanhua Zhaba Shenluo. No one would have thought that someone would rush into King Chanhua's other courtyard to surprise the distinguished guests at King Chanhua's headquarters.
When the fighting in the front yard was about to end, nearly a hundred people of red, yellow, and brown barbarians rushed out of the backyard, each holding a scimitar, a musket, and other weapons.
When Chen Dazhuang pointed the musket at them, he immediately took off a grenade from his waist, pulled the fuse and threw it.
He shouted to everyone: "Be careful of grenades!"
Then Chen Dazhuang quickly hugged Zhang Dehai, who was still fighting, and rolled him behind a copper vat.
Snap, snap, snap, snap...
When, when, when, when...
The copper cylinder crackled as the bullets hit it, and Zhang Dehai was startled and broke into a cold sweat.
However, the shock was quickly dissipated by the loud noise that came from his ears. Everyone's ears were roaring. Zhang Dehai could vaguely hear someone scolding Chen Dazhuang for not being a son of a man. Throwing a grenade so close almost killed him. His cow was blown away...
The rough words made Zhang Dehai feel at ease. It seemed that there were no casualties among the rough guys under his command.
He was about to get up to check the situation, but was stopped by Chen Dazhuang: "Sir, don't be anxious, the Yi people have muskets..."
Snap, snap, snap...
Just as he was talking, the sound of a musket was fired again, and you could feel a slight tremor on your back against the copper cylinder.
"You're careless. When you go back, you must ask the Dragon Guards what they do for food. There are at least a hundred and fifty people in this yard. Brothers, prepare..."
It was clear that none of them dared to raise their heads as they were being suppressed by the other side. Not even Zhang Dehai, Chen Dazhuang or other soldiers had any fear on their faces. Instead, they all showed excitement.
We have thirteen people on our side and one hundred and fifty on the other side. The advantage is mine!
This advantage comes from the latest weapons sent to Uzang from the capital a few days ago, including grenades, smoke bombs, and "gas bombs"!
As the first person in the imperial court stationed in Uszang, the group of soldiers under the minister Zhang Dehai were all armed to the teeth.
A grenade just now took away more than ten barbarians, and black iron lumps were thrown out from the corners of the wall, behind trees, and in places where people were hiding.
The barbarian soldiers who were still suppressing them with muskets didn't bother to load and shoot. When they saw the iron lumps being thrown out, they screamed and dropped the muskets and swords in their hands, like a fried turkey. , fled everywhere.
Boom boom boom...
There were more than ten explosions in succession, and no one could be seen in the whole yard. Dust filled the sky, blocking everyone's sight.
When the dust and smoke dissipated again, the ground was filled with broken limbs and broken arms, as well as rubble and craters. It was a messy scene.
Chen Dazhuang kicked the severed arm away from his feet and cursed: "Mom, run away!"
"Brother Chen, don't worry, you can't escape. The monkeys are guarding the back door. They must still be in the courtyard..."
To beat a dog, you must close the door. This group of killers are very skilled at doing this.
A group of people were divided into three teams and searched each house.
Every time they search, they will first throw a special "gas bomb" in. The special hand grenade mixed with pepper powder is almost like poison gas in a closed room. How can the barbarians hiding in the house endure it? live.
As long as you show your head, you will be greeted by the swords of the soldiers. Soon, this house with nearly twenty rooms was plagued by Zhang Dehai and others.
A total of one hundred and seventy-seven red-haired and yellow-haired barbarians were sent to see the King of Hell.
At this time, the bright light armor on Zhang Dehai's body had long been dyed red. If he were in the capital, who would dare to believe that the killing god in front of him would be the elegant and elegant Zhang Ru.
When the five people guarding the back door arrived to join, Chen Dazhuang counted the number of people. Except for three people who were hit in the head by rocks thrown by the grenade, no one among the eighteen people, including Zhang Dehai, was injured.
It just brought a huge loss of various weapons and equipment, which made Chen Dazhuang a little worried.
"Sir, we have to leave quickly. We don't have much inventory in hand. If Zabasanluo comes back, it will be difficult for us to leave."
Zhang Dehai naturally knew that it would be easy to get stuck here if he stayed in Liewudong for a long time, but he scorned the threat of Zabasanluo.
Zabasanluo cherishes his life more than anyone else, as long as...
"Cut off all the heads of these barbarians, except for the leaders, and set up Jingguan... Find a wooden board. I want to leave a letter to Zhaba Sanluo!"
…
In the absence of King Chanhua Zhabasanluo, none of the monks, officers, and soldiers in Liewudong City had the courage to stop Zhang Dehai, the minister in Tibet.
The sound of explosions in the other courtyard was earth-shattering, but no one of the soldiers who arrived dared to approach. They watched helplessly as a group of Han men wearing fine armor stained red with blood left calmly.
Zhang Dehai even laughed mockingly at a lama in yellow in the distance. The long pole in Chen Dazhuang's hand still had a barbarian head hanging on it.
The imperial envoy's banner embroidered with a golden divine dragon rustled in the cold wind. Every time the horses' hooves stepped forward, the soldiers blocking the road with swords and guns would unconsciously duck aside to make way for a spacious road.
The yellow-clothed monk looked at the backs of Zhang Dehai and others from a distance. The strong man beside him couldn't help but said: "Jiliwala, Jiliwala (Master, if you don't do anything, these Han people will go far away. They only have If there are twenty people, we can have tens of thousands of troops)..."
Pa~
The strong man's suggestion was only rewarded with a horse whip, and the monk in yellow gave the slave a cold look.
"Chiliwala, chiliwala..."
(What do you want me to say? If the king is not here, who dares to take the initiative to attack and kill the minister sent by the Han court to live in Tibet? He has angered the Han court and the Han army from Tsariba is coming to attack. Are you going to stop it?)
The monks in yellow knew very well what kind of character their king had. He could benefit from hiding behind other people's backs, but it was absolutely impossible for his men to fight to the death with the Han army.
Otherwise, Baba would not have gone to Chaliba to instigate others to go against the Han people...
On the way back, Zhang Dehai and his party finally took a different path to avoid possible pursuit and interception.
When Zhaba Sanluo rushed back to Liewudong City, it was already noon on the second day after Zhang Dehai led his people to leave.
He looked at the eerie Jingguan in front of him and the wooden inscription standing in front of the Jingguan, and his anger even turned his eyes blood red.
"The imperial envoy to Wusuzang, the plenipotentiary minister, ordered to kill disobedient subjects. Anyone who dares to be disobedient to the subjects of Wuszang will be killed without mercy! September 21, the tenth year of Yuanyou. "
"Arrogant!"
In the end, Zhabasanluo did not suppress his heart-burning anger. He pulled out a long knife from his attendant's waist and slashed straight at the wooden board.
Although the long knife is sharp, the material of this wooden board is surprisingly good. The knife did not cut it off, but knocked it down.
Chichi~
The moment the board fell, a burst of smoke suddenly appeared from underneath.
The yellow-robed monk who had seen this scene with his own eyes trembled and threw Zabasanluo to the ground with all his strength. The two hugged each other and rolled around before hearing a shocking roar.
Zhabasanluo only felt the earth trembling continuously, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear what others were saying at all.
He sat up in a daze, his eyes filled with blood and broken limbs all over the place. The dozen or so slave guards who were standing next to him were either turned into minced meat or lying on the ground wailing and screaming.
The Han people actually have the magical powers of gods!
Is there any hope for Tibet to regain its former glory?
…
The chaotic wind on the Uzang Plateau cannot blow to the capital city thousands of miles away.
This year's hunt at Tienwang Mountain didn't seem to have much gossip to keep the people in the capital happy, which made those who like to eat melons and watch shows very dissatisfied.
But soon there was a huge excitement coming from Dengzhou. Someone was coming to the capital with several boats of Japanese girls, and they were almost entering the city.
Even if there is no snow in the capital city in the winter months, the wind is still biting.
Jia Cong and Daiyu were all wrapped up tightly. They crowded in the carriage and held hand stoves, waiting for the arrival of thousands of Japanese women.
The emperor's attitude towards Korean maids and Japanese women can be said to be completely opposite. In compliance with the holy will, the cabinet issued three edicts to the localities, ordering various places to strictly investigate the trafficking of Korean women.
Japanese women are directly equivalent to Kunlun slaves and are legally tradable slaves.
As soon as this order came out, the capital was in an uproar.
Most people naturally supported the imperial edict, but some people actually sang lamentations to the Japanese girls.
They believed that the court's move was against the benevolence of the Celestial Empire. Japanese girls were also human beings, and they should be treated like Korean girls and should not be picked and picked like goods.
However, the market for these remarks is not very big in the capital. The nobles have no way to get the legendary Korean maidservants to serve them. They finally have the opportunity to buy Japanese maidservants. They have already prepared the money and are ready to buy ten or eight of them. How can it be tolerated that someone is blocking their path to "happiness"?
As soon as the news from Dengzhou reached the capital, the business of teahouses and restaurants in the city surged several times.
These skyrocketing profits were not from selling tea and wine, but from the smashed tables, chairs and dishes.
The shopkeepers of wine shops and teahouses will be compensated several times the cost for every broken dish. If anyone dares not to pay compensation, hehe, the Master of the Forbidden Army patrolling the city has gained a lot of money recently.
"Sister Lin, you don't have any sympathy for the Japanese women's plight?"
Daiyu glanced at Jia Cong, who was obviously teasing her, and elegantly raised her hand to give Jia Cong a headache.
"What do Japanese girls have to do with me? Why should I sympathize with them? Besides, when the two countries are at war, I sympathize with them. Who will sympathize with the soldiers who shed blood and died for the country and their parents, wives and children?"
Compared with those noble ladies in the inner house who sit high in fine clothes, Daiyu's "desertion" towards the Japanese women can be said to be commendable.
In the past, she might have shown mercy like those women in the house who sympathized with the Japanese women.
But now Daiyu has already learned a lot of insights in the court that cannot be obtained by sitting in the inner house.
The brutality of the national war cannot be described by words in books.
Not to mention anything else, the Ningrong Jia family, as the top martial arts family in the dynasty, was conquering Japan this time. More than ten members of the Jia family in the back street followed Prince Jing Liu Yi to the Japanese island.
The news came just a few days ago that three tribesmen have died on the battlefield, and this is just the beginning.
Aren't the parents of the three tribesmen, as well as the wives and children they left behind, less pitiful than those Japanese girls?
Besides, the Japanese girls were indeed sold to Daxia and became slaves, but being slaves in Daxia was not necessarily worse than staying on the Japanese island.
At least, the slaves in Daxia were protected by the laws of the country, and their masters could not kill them at will.
On the contrary, in the Japanese country, due to the status of women and the shortage of food, the first people the Japanese abandoned were the elderly and women.
When there is a shortage of food in the cold winter, the Japanese will carry their old parents to the mountains on their backs. Women are even less likely to get the scarce food. It is common for them to starve to death and freeze to death.
…
Daiyu's thoughts slowly drifted far away. In fact, she was naturally sympathetic, and she could clearly tell the difference between closeness and distance.
As the princess of Daxia, it would be weird for her not to care for the subjects of Daxia!
"So white!"
"It's so dark!"
The exclamations outside the carriage brought Daiyu back to reality from her thoughts. Jia Cong had already lifted the curtain and looked outside, only to see carriages lining up in a long queue to be inspected by the imperial army, and then one by one they entered the city.
These carriages were unobstructed, and sitting in them was a petite woman with a slightly fearful name, wearing Japanese costumes...
As for the two contradictory exclamations just now, Jia Cong quickly understood how they came about.
The pale face and pitch-black teeth are just white and black at the same time!
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