The military camp was silent at night. The soldiers all returned to their tents to sleep. Only a few patrollers were still on duty.
Mikan Iida looked at the night and felt it was time. He tiptoed out of the military tent where he was, trying to find the place where Yang Bing made the Thunderbolt.
"Open the door!" Luo Wen's voice came from the gate of the military camp. Iida Sanken quickly found a corner and hid, looking furtively in Luo Wen's direction.
Luo Wen dismounted and waved a soldier over: "Are you all ready?"
The corner where Iida was was just right away from Luo Wen, and he could hear Luo Wen's words clearly.
"Sir, everything is ready. The craftsmen are all our own." The soldier said respectfully.
"Well, that's right. You must keep an eye on that craftsman, and you should take this and keep it. This is the latest thunderbolt made by General Yang. It is ten times more powerful than the previous one!" Luo Wen reached out and took it from his arms. The thunderbolt that Yang Bing asked someone to make came out.
"Yes, sir." The soldier carefully held the thunderbolt and walked towards a tent.
Luo Wen sneered in his heart. He had already discovered Mitake Iida who was eavesdropping not far away. He had originally planned to do it during the day tomorrow, but who knew this Japanese was so impatient.
Holding the horse, Luo Wen returned to his military tent. After Iida saw the candlelight in Luo Wen's military tent extinguished, he came to the place where the soldier just stored the thunderbolt.
Iida took out two darts from his arms and raised his hand. In the dark night, two silver lights accurately hit the throats of the two guarding soldiers. The two men lay down holding their throats.
After checking that there was no movement around, Iida quickly walked over and opened the military tent. There was a table in the center. On the table, the thunderbolt lay quietly. Iida Mikan felt like crying. These things All the suffering I have endured since the beginning of time is because of it!
Soon Iida Mitake escaped from the military camp and quickly rushed towards their stronghold outside Kyoto.
Luo Wen stood at the gate of the military camp, looking at the direction in which Iida Sanjian was escaping, and sneered slightly.
In Wanqi Mansion, Wanqi Ke'er was looking curiously at Yang Bing in front of him tinkering with a very large device.
In the past few days, Yang Bing built a wine-making device in the small room across the courtyard of Wanqike'er, and used the distillation method to successfully make the first barrel of high-strength liquor in the Ming Dynasty.
The moment the barrel was opened, the whole room was filled with the aroma of wine. Wan Qike'er, who had never drunk high-quality liquor, even became a little drunk after smelling the smell of wine.
"Wow, Yang Bing, the wine you brew is so fragrant." Although Wan Qike'er is a girl, she loves drinking, especially good wine, so after smelling Yang Bing's wine, she started shouting. Want to try it.
"Go, go, don't make trouble, I'll give it to you later." Yang Bing was a little impatient. This was a critical step in making wine, and there couldn't be any mistakes, otherwise the alcohol might not come out after the wine was extracted.
Yang Bing carefully poured out a small jar of wine, and then carefully sealed the remaining wine in the vat.
"It's done. Once it stabilizes, it can be distilled." Yang Bing wiped the sweat from his body. Making wine is not an easy task.
Turning around, Yang Bing almost died of anger. Wan Qi Keer was already holding the jar and started drinking wine. Yang Bing hurriedly ran over and grabbed the jar: "You're crazy!"
"Good wine, hahahaha, burp, good..." Wan Qi Ke'er was so drunk that she couldn't speak clearly.
"Young Master?" Luo Wen's figure came from outside.
Yang Bing glanced at Wan Qike'er, who had fallen asleep, shook his head helplessly, and walked out of the room: "Lao Luo, what's wrong? You're here so late."
Luo Wen looked through Yang Bing and saw the drunken Wan Qi Ke'er behind him, and motioned Yang Bing to talk elsewhere with his eyes.
"No need, she won't wake up tonight." Yang Bing was very confident in the wine he brewed.
"Uh, yes, back to my young master, that Japanese man took the thunderbolt you made and left the military camp. He should have arrived at their stronghold now."
Yang Bing nodded with satisfaction. In his opinion, whether this Thunderbolt arrived at Lin Feng's house or was hidden away by Japanese people, it was what he wanted to see.
But Yang Bing felt that the matter would not end like this. Lin Feng could not be so stupid as to send a few Japanese people to steal things, even if the Japanese people were very good at lurking.
"Thank you for your hard work tonight, Brother Luo, just rest at home today and come with me to the military camp tomorrow morning."
"Yes, young master." Luo Wen handed over his hands and turned to leave.
Yang Bing stood there and thought about what he hadn't noticed yet, but after thinking for a long time, he still didn't think of it: "Forget it, go to sleep, the soldiers will come to cover up the water and the earth!"
Yang Bing got up and was about to go back to the room, but when he looked at Wan Qi Ke'er who was still sleeping soundly beside him, he couldn't help but feel a headache.
Wan Qi Ker was drunk. For some reason, Yang Bing felt that her body was very heavy. It took him a long time to carry her back to the room. With a swing, Wan Qi Ker was thrown directly onto the bed by Yang Bing, but Even with such a movement, Wan Qi Ke'er didn't wake up, turned over and continued to sleep.
Yang Bing was also lying next to her, turning to look at the wine jar on the table. After staring for a long time, he still couldn't hold it back. He got up and poured a glass. Who knew that he couldn't stop after drinking this glass? I didn't even believe that he could make such a delicious wine.
"It's sweet in the mouth, not spicy at all. Let me go. How did I do it?" Yang Bing poured himself another glass and drank it in one gulp.
Yang Bing looked at the wine, and a way to make money suddenly came to his mind. The progress of his military training has been very slow. The reason is that the court cannot approve military expenditures. The training can only make changes in physical fitness. The equipment is still the same. Toward vintage equipment.
At this moment in the palace, Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Di, and a group of guards and eunuchs were in an open space. Zhu Di took out a thunderbolt from the frame in front of him.
"Father, this is the thunderbolt that I asked a craftsman to make according to the drawings given by Yang Bing." Zhu Di handed the thunderbolt to Zhu Yuanzhang.
Zhu Yuanzhang took it and looked at it carefully: "Is it this little thing that killed countless Tatar soldiers?"
"Exactly."
"Okay, try it quickly." Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't wait. He had seen the power of thunderbolts in letters and newspapers before, which was somewhat unreal, but now he could finally see it with his own eyes.
Zhu Di took off the cap on the fuse and saw the fuse, which was neither long nor short. Zhu Di would be lying if he said he was not nervous. After all, this was also the first time he saw a thunderbolt. When he found a craftsman to make it, Zhu Di I told you many times that you must follow the drawings exactly.
It is said that the craftsman who was very confident at first was no longer confident in the end.
"Huh~" Zhu Di took a deep breath, pulled the fuse, and threw it out with his eyes closed.
After a few seconds, no one heard the sound of the explosion. Zhu Di carefully opened his eyes, but the moment he opened his eyes, a deafening explosion sounded.
A fireball exploded in front of his eyes. Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di behind him were dumbfounded. The guards and eunuchs also opened their mouths and looked at each other.
"Hahahaha, OK! OK!"
I don't know how long it took, but Zhu Yuanzhang's hearty laughter echoed throughout the palace.
He was very happy. With such a sharp weapon in his hand, Ming Dynasty finally no longer had to be afraid!
Prince Zhu Di also looked at his hands blankly. He was still a little unresponsive at the moment. For the people of the Ming Dynasty, such weapons were equivalent to refreshing their world view.
Zhu Di only reacted when he heard Zhu Yuanzhang's laughter, turned around and congratulated Zhu Yuanzhang: "Congratulations, father, for getting this magical weapon!"
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded with satisfaction, but his expression became serious again: "The production method has not been leaked, right?"
"Without my father, the craftsman has been in my East Palace since he made it." After seeing the true power of the thunderbolt, the prince also understood the importance of this thing.
If there was only one, it might not be of much use in the war, but at that time in Jincheng, the 500 elite soldiers led by Yang Bing had ten men. If such a group of soldiers rushed into the enemy's formation and kept throwing Under the thunderbolt, Zhu Di couldn't believe how bloody the scene would be.
"Very good, I want you to control this craftsman and take him directly to Yang Bing's military camp. If he dares to resist, kill him directly!" Zhu Yuanzhang's murderous aura was revealed again: "Also, from the second child Where are the craftsmen who came back?"
Zhu Di stood up and thought for a while: "The news came back yesterday, saying that they have arrived at Bingshui, and they should be able to return to Kyoto tomorrow." Zhu Di suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart.
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, and then sighed helplessly: "Oh, there are too many craftsmen in this group, and there is nothing we can do."
Zhu Di immediately understood his father's thoughts and confirmed the bad feeling in his heart. As a prince, Zhu Di had a very good character. However, in Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes, although Zhu Di was a man with real talents and hard work, he had A capable prince, but for him to sit on the throne and inherit his country, Zhu Di still lacked a little bit of killing power and decisiveness.
Such Zhu Di will leave many enemies for himself after sitting on the throne.
Zhu Di wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Zhu Yuanzhang with a wave of his hand: "Son, I know what you are going to say, but I really have no way to promise you on this matter. You have also seen the power of this thunderbolt. , it is a sharp weapon in our hands, but in the hands of foreigners, it can also be a sharp weapon against us!"
Zhu Di looked troubled: "But Father, that's hundreds of lives."
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Di, smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and pulled Zhu Di to sit directly on the steps.
"Son, you know, the way you looked just now made me really feel that I am old and my son has begun to think about the people." At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang no longer had the majesty of an emperor, only the kindness of a father. .
"However, you have to understand that an emperor may not be benevolent, but he cannot be without the determination to kill decisively! Killing decisively is not only for you and me to consolidate the throne, but also at the right time. At the right time, I can give an explanation to the world and the people!" After Zhu Yuanzhang finished speaking, he looked at Zhu Di who was thoughtful, smiled, then stood up and walked towards the Yangxin Hall without caring about his son.
"I'll leave it to you to handle the affairs of these hundreds of people." Zhu Yuanzhang finally left these words to Zhu Di.
Looking at his father's back gradually receding, Zhu Di suddenly felt that his father's back was a little hunched, and he felt a sense of sadness in his heart, but soon, a look of determination appeared in Zhu Di's eyes.
