(BL) Learning God Is In Hand, I Have The World [quick wear] BOOK 1

Chapter 97

The 600,000 troops led by the Ninth Prince were killed, wounded, wounded, and fled, where would there be any spare strength to fight?

Until this time, Le Zhengming, who was hiding in the mountains, led the army to hunt down.

As long as they hold both ends of the canyon, those Wei-Jin coalition forces, who have been scared to death, will automatically fall into their ambush circle, so they will capture this army alive without abandoning one soldier and one soldier. The firearms were all collected.

"Mummy, with such a good thing, we can't do it alone! It's such a waste!" Second Huai picked up a musket and tossed it over and over.

He has seen this thing before, and military advisors can also make it, and its power is endless, it can be called a big killer on the battlefield.

At that time, he took the musket made by the military division to test the range and lethality, and he was shocked.

"Someone will bring this thing to us at that time." The military division said this sentence with a smile at the time. Second Huai dared to retort

: ​​"If you don't build it first, and others will knock it on the door with this thing, we won't be able to win?

He waved his hand, and said nothing. The general beat him hard on the head and told him to just follow the commander's orders, and he stopped.

However, at the moment, Huai's second child truly understood the good intentions of the military advisor when he saw the blood and stumps spilled all over the valley.

The strategist is really like what he said himself-before every battle, he must think about how to win the victory with zero casualties. He can kill this army alone, so he is reluctant to let everyone fight with their lives.

No, it was just dozens of wax pellets embedded in rocks and soil, and it caused such terrifying damage to the 600,000 army.

Second Huai handed the firearm to the soldier beside him, patted his forehead and muttered, "Master Sergeant is mighty!"

At this time, Le Zhengming rode on a horse, dragged a corpse with a rope, and slowly walked over, "This is the ninth prince, you can bury him."

Second Huai took a closer look and couldn't help gasping. The ninth prince was so unlucky that half his head was chopped off by the flying stone.

Just at this moment, several soldiers carried a golden silk nanmu coffin and shouted, "General, we found something good!"

Most people would feel bad when they saw the coffin, but Le Zhengming and his soldiers never felt that way. .

Once, their army was defeated by Chen Guo and was trapped in a certain city for a long time. Seeing that the food, grass and weapons and equipment were almost exhausted, the general ordered the craftsmen to build a coffin for himself for several days, and he would pay for his life and death.

His bravery and fearlessness boosted everyone's morale, so everyone fought to the last ounce and decisively won the victory.

Since then, the general will inevitably prepare a coffin for himself when he encounters a battle of nine deaths. The other generals followed suit, and they were all the same. To die for the country seems to them to be such a righteous thing.

Second Huai walked around the coffin a few times, knocking on the coffin board for a while, checking the bottom of the coffin for a while, and repeatedly praised: "Good coffin, good coffin, I didn't expect this ninth prince to be bloody."

Le Zhengming also slowly rubbed it . Wearing the smooth golden nanmu, there is a little appreciation in his eyes. He originally thought that the ninth prince was a greedy, insidious and cunning person, but he didn't expect this person to have merit.

"General, he said that he is the elder brother of the sergeant. What do you think we should do?" A soldier's shout interrupted Le Zhengming's thoughts.

He turned his head to look, but saw a young man being carried over, his legs were stained with blood, and he was swaying back and forth, left and right, his bones were clearly broken into powder. Several servants of the young man were also escorted over together, and stumbled to the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

"Isn't this the little white-faced man who brought the sergeant to our barracks!" Second Huai strode forward, pressing the handle of the knife with his right hand, and asked aggressively, "Knowing that our entire army is in danger of being destroyed, you boy still Bring the sergeant over here, you usually frame our sergeant a lot, right?"

Zhuang Xu was thrown to the ground at will by the two soldiers, and his broken legs hurt.

He had never experienced such torture before, he was in a trance, and he didn't hear what the second son of Qing Huai said.

But his servant couldn't wait to betray him, "Sir, please let us go. We are not soldiers, we are just servants of Zhuangzi. He usually likes to frame Zhuang Erzi the most. Have you seen that coffin? That's what he brought to Zhuang Er Gongzi to collect the corpse."

Zhuang Xu, who came to his senses at this moment, said: "..."

"What? This coffin was prepared by you for the sergeant master? Mother! I killed you. !" Second Huai stepped forward, kicked Zhuang Xu hard, and even greeted his broken legs.

Zhuang Xu had never experienced such torture, screaming in pain and tears of humiliation.

Le Zhengming stood beside him and did not do anything, but his eyes flashed with thunder that was extremely angry. When the second Huai was tired, he stepped forward, picked up Zhuang Xu with one hand, lifted the lid of the coffin, and threw the person in.

The lid of the coffin closed with a bang, swallowing up all the light, and the darkness and crampedness seemed to turn into a ghost, lurking in the deepest part of the human heart like a shadow, setting off a wave of fear.

Zhuang Xu thought that the pain of his broken legs and the humiliation of being beaten were the most tragic experiences in his life, but at this moment, he was extremely horrified to discover that what is more terrifying than the real threat is the unknown, darkness and dead silence. .

He tried his best to widen his eyes but couldn't see anything; he tried his best to move his nostrils but he was getting more and more suffocated;

This dreary jump only made the silence even more dead.

Zhuang Xu felt that he was going crazy, but when he was on the verge of collapse, he heard a soft click—someone lifted the coffin board.

Two quarters of an hour later, Zhuang Xu, who had not yet freed himself from the boundless fear, was locked in a dimly lit cell. Immediately after, several soldiers placed the muskets, thunderbolts, bows and arrows made by him one by one. Put it in the hallway outside.

Zhuang Xu used his fingertips to dig the ground and moved over inch by inch, stretched out his hand as much as possible, and grabbed a musket outside the prison door.

Armed with weapons, he can escape.

At this moment, one foot stepped on the back of his hand and crushed it hard.

"Ahhhh!" He let out a shrill scream, and then rolled uncontrollably, embarrassed like a reptile.

"It's so noisy." A loud voice sounded in the cramped prison.

The foot immediately backed away, allowing Zhuang Xu to breathe. He raised his tearful face and looked up, only to see Le Zhengming standing with his arms and hands behind him, his eyes looking back gloomily, the sinister killing intent spread all over his deep eyes, so sharp, so sharp.

Zhuang Xu was so stabbed that he couldn't even open his mouth with pain, and his entire body froze with even greater fear.

Le Zhengming stepped back two steps, gave way to the door of the prison, took off his robe, and spread it neatly on the ground.

A teenager walked out from behind him, naturally knelt down on Le Zhengming's robe, picked up a musket, and looked at it carefully.

Zhuang Xu's eyes widened, feeling both horrified and taken for granted. This young man is Zhuang Li.

"You did this?" Zhuang Liman asked in a voice, his slender fingertips slid over the butt of the gun, stroking back and forth along the barrel of the gun, as if he was playing with a love object.

Zhuang Xu barely supported his upper body, leaning against the cell door and sitting crookedly. He didn't want to lie under Zhuang Li's eyes like a dead dog.

"Then do you know its launch principle?" Zhuang Li continued to ask.

Zhuang Xu pursed his lips and didn't answer, as if he was dismissive of this question.

"You don't know, you just made it according to the blueprint. You don't know why it pushes the projectile to kill the enemy." Zhuang Li put down the musket, lit his temple, and said firmly: "In your mind When did those skills appear?"

Zhuang Xu could no longer maintain his arrogant demeanor, his eyes split in an instant, revealing extreme horror. How could Zhuang Li know his secret?

7480, who watched all this silently: "..."

Despair can no longer describe its mood. The Child of Destiny, which was hidden so well by it, was dug up by the host!

"You, what are you talking about?" Zhuang Xu tried to act stupid.

"Do you know how absurd it is if you don't know the firing principle of this kind of weapon, but you can build it? It's like you can't fly, but suddenly you grow wings. That's a fantasy." Zhuang Li shook his head and sneered.

Zhuang Xu's pupils trembled violently, both startled and frightened. He desperately wanted to know how Zhuang Li knew his secret, but he didn't know how to say it.

At this moment, Le Zhengming, who was standing beside Zhuang Lichong, opened his palm.

Le Zhengming handed over an exquisite wooden box.

Zhuang Li opened the wooden box and took out the contents.

Zhuang Xu's eyes were immediately attracted to him, and lightning flashed in his heart, terrified. That thing turned out to be a musket, and its shape was more compact and delicate. Zhuang Li, he will also make this kind of weapon!

"Do you also have a military library in your head?" In extreme confusion, Zhuang Xu sold himself.

"Bingshu? So that's the case." Zhuang Li suddenly realized, then holding the gun he made in his left hand and the gun made by Zhuang Xu in his right hand, he shot at the empty wall.

Zhuang Xu's gun needed to ignite the match, and waited for a short time to shoot the bullet, but Zhuang Li's gun exploded the moment the trigger was pulled, and the powerful projectile punched a deep hole in the masonry of the cell. After a while, another gun fired, leaving only a small hole in the masonry.

Judging from the range, power, and firing speed, it is obvious that Zhuang Li's gun is several times more advanced than Zhuang Xu's.

"No wonder you suddenly become so powerful..." Zhuang Xu thought he understood everything, and his heart was filled with deep disdain and resentment.

His disdain stemmed from Zhuang Li's true face. In fact, the other party has always been an idiot, to have such a big change is just a gift from God!

His resentment stemmed from the injustice of God. Since he had been given such a great opportunity, why should he give it to Zhuang Li? There can only be one destined person, right?

Zhuang Li put down the two guns, shook his head and chuckled, "Do you understand? Do you think everyone is as incompetent as you and can only rely on the sky to drop pie? Let me tell you how this weapon works. Yes ."

Zhuang Li picked up the musket he made and disassembled it into parts one by one, from the explosion of gunpowder to generate heat, to how to pressurize the gun chamber, and how the bullet was pushed. The arquebus, quickly disassembled into a pile of parts, and counted its defects and improved methods.

At first, Zhuang Xu gritted his teeth and sneered, but when he heard that, his face was full of disbelief and confusion.

He can read through a military library in a few years, naturally he is not a fool. He could tell that Zhuang Li really knew a lot about how this weapon worked.

Zhuang Li can easily dismantle them into loose parts, or quickly put them back together. He really understands, that's why he can make it, instead of just imitating the drawings like himself.

Zhuang Xu's body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.

It was a big blow for Zhuang Li to have real talent and practical knowledge. Because he always knew that he, who was touted by the outside world as the number one talent of Wei State, did not have that kind of strength. If this military library does not appear in his mind, he is nothing.

The anxiety generated by this cognition made him extremely proud and also extremely inferior.

And now, Zhuang Li has destroyed his pride and infinitely amplified his inferiority complex.

"No, you and I are the same, right! We are the same kind of people! Otherwise, you wouldn't know that I also have a military library in my head. You are not a genius at all!" Zhuang Xu frantically denied.

"The brain of a genius is born a treasure trove. It doesn't need any divine power or divine gift. It will naturally enrich in daily learning. It can break through imagination and create miracles. Of course, you will never understand this feeling. , because you and I are two completely different people."

Zhuang Li's contemptuous laughter gave Zhuang Xu a fatal blow.

Zhuang Xu opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhuang Li extremely stiffly, the fear in his heart spread out circle after circle. There is a word used to describe a smart person called "wisdom and near-demon", and now, Zhuang Li sitting in front of him is such a monster!

He moved his body with difficulty, trying to stay away from the monster.

Zhuang Li looked at him with a smile, and said slowly, "Look, I can also build such a weapon, but I gave up after only making this one. Guess why?"

"Why?" idea.

If he knew how to make such powerful weapons, he would definitely work day and night to arm all the soldiers under his command. In that case, he will step on the mainland of the Central Plains and establish a great cause.

Zhuang Li is a smart man, he should not fail to understand the value of this kind of firearm.

"So, this is the biggest difference between me and you. The world we see is different." Zhuang Li stretched out his slender index finger and tapped his dark pupils.

Zhuang Xu was completely captured by his unfathomable pupils, and his head also fell into a deeper confusion. He felt more and more clearly that he was really different from Zhuang Li, because he couldn't understand what the other party was saying.