Chapter 85: War Begins (Part 1)
After more than twenty days of bumpy journey, Mu Qi and his party finally arrived in Zhejiang.
According to the custom of the dynasty for more than a hundred years, when important cabinet ministers visit the government, local officials should wear court robes to greet them. But after all, Prince Muguo had asked for leave in the name of "visiting relatives". Even with the tacit approval of Master Feixuan, it would be bad to make too big a move. Therefore, their whereabouts were quite covert and they basically did not alert officials at the governor level, and they approached Shangyu quietly.
According to later generations, this is probably called going straight to the grassroots level and the scene without saying hello or listening to reports. It is the most powerful and most difficult to guard against investigative method, which can basically expose the underwear of local officials with just one glance. Judging from what everyone has seen over the past few days, Hai Gangfeng has done a pretty good job during his six-month term. Although the people in Shangyu and its surrounding areas could not be said to be prosperous, they were basically crowded with people and business was booming. Although the men and women going out were dressed simply, they looked good. It was very different from the chaotic situation reported by the Ministry of War a year ago, which was a mess and people's minds were changing.
Just the ability to deal with major events, decide life and death, and calm the people's hearts without making a fuss is by no means an ordinary person's ability. Not to mention a small position as the prefect of Shaoxing, even the governor and provincial inspector of Zhejiang province could be qualified after a few years of experience. But the test now is by no means a small civil affair, but also involves important military affairs that are related to the overall situation, so the difficulty is naturally greatly increased.
Hai Gangfeng sailed south and arrived in Shangyu about half a month ahead of schedule without any hindrance. After returning to the government office, he immediately summoned his subordinates and began to carry out comprehensive mobilization before the war. He assigned personnel to be responsible for placing the many weapons that came south with him and to urgently train the militia. Each and every one of them was extremely trivial and difficult, which far exceeded the administrative capacity of a local prefecture-level city like Shaoxing in the feudal era. He had to repeatedly urge his subordinates to handle it carefully, and even personally review each one. Furthermore, because the news of the war was not clear - Hai Gangfeng couldn't tell his subordinates that it was the prince of Mu who accidentally announced the war on Portugal with his sweet talk and madness, right? ——Then we can only keep the source of the intelligence vague. Ambiguous handling often increases doubts and affects morale. At this time, it all depends on whether the leader's prestige can withstand it.
Whether or not one can make subordinates willingly follow their superiors is a rather complicated skill.
Mu Qi was very worried about getting into trouble with this kind of thing, so he specially brought along the Duke's Mansion's coat on this trip, intending to use his status as an imperial envoy to put pressure on others if things didn't go his way. He wouldn't care even if he was impeached and beaten by his own father afterwards. But it turned out that the level of SSR was far beyond his expectations - the carriage drove into the coastal area of Shangyu, but there was not a single person seen in the houses along the way. All the houses were empty, and even the valuables and furniture were packed up and taken away. It seems that Hai Gangfeng has been fully mobilized and completed the operation of clearing the countryside before the war. Considering the administrative efficiency in ancient times, this speed is quite astonishing.
In order to conceal his whereabouts, Mu Qi met Hai Gangfeng in a small dilapidated temple outside the city. They were both in plain clothes and only exchanged a cursory greeting. After dismissing all irrelevant laborers, Hai Gangfeng briefly reported on the situation over the past ten days, emphasizing the situation of resisting the Japanese pirates - although large-scale invasions have gradually disappeared, looting by small groups of Japanese pirates has continued one after another, and must be suppressed with great effort; half a year ago, Hai Gangfeng took office and pacified the sea with tough measures. The pirates who were like vagrant soldiers and scattered warriors were quickly eliminated, but there were spies with bad intentions wandering on the sea from time to time, spying on the news everywhere. Obviously, the wave of new technology that spread outward with trade after the construction of textile workshops has aroused some unspeakable covetousness.
In a sense, this is the fundamental reason why Hai Gangfeng agreed to cooperate with Prince Mu. Officialdom is not a game, and subordinates are not NPCs. Weapons are dangerous weapons and should only be used by saints as a last resort. If a war breaks out along the coast, it will result in a great loss of lives. Basically, no local official is willing to take this risk with his own future. Not to mention Hai Gangfeng's strong and fierce character, who can't be defeated - if the higher-ups really dare to come at him recklessly, he'll probably have to test the sharpness of the magic sword.
Therefore, the prince tried every possible means to convince this subordinate whom he personally recommended and reach a consensus. The most effective evidence in the argument is the current obvious situation; since the enemy is already eyeing us covetously, instead of waiting for them to collect intelligence and make preparations, it is better to detonate the crisis in advance and seize the absolute initiative in the war. Preemptive strike, that's about it.
Of course, consensus is consensus, and interests are interests. Even though many people regard Hai Gangfeng as a loyal supporter of Prince Mu, he still calmly took out an account book from his sleeve and handed it over with both hands.
Mu Qi took it and flipped through it:
"What's this?"
"The people of Shangyu have suffered losses in the past half month of clearing the countryside." Prefect Hai said calmly, "As for the various expenses after the war, I will have to make a list and submit it to you one by one, and ask you to reimburse them."
The special security and military activities carried out in secret were not approved by the Ministry of War at all, and of course they could not receive military funds from the Ministry of War. In addition to paying for all expenses from the local treasury, they had to find a way to ask their superiors for loans. But borrowing is borrowing, but who would go straight to the leader with an account book and ask for money? Is this asking for money or just robbing money?
A higher-ranking official can crush a lower-ranking one. Even an experienced and knowledgeable governor would find it difficult to tolerate such an offense. What's more, the person in front of him is the prince of Duke Mu, who came from a noble family and is the leader of the cabinet. It is said that he can call the shots in the capital at such a young age! Young people are always hot-tempered. Is Governor Hai really not afraid of angering others?
This statement was so shocking that even the several county magistrates who came with Hai Gangfeng to do business were so frightened that their faces suddenly changed. They almost fell to their knees on the spot, and tremblingly distanced themselves from this wronged prefect. But the prince who came from the capital remained expressionless. He just looked at the account book carefully for a while and then handed it back.
"I'm afraid this kind of account book still needs to be reviewed by the emperor, so I dare not say a word."
The current Feixuan Zhenjun Wanshou Emperor may be lazy and idle, but he never slackens for a moment in his control over the government. Any major event involving military mobilization, even if it is just a special security operation, must be reported in detail and reviewed and verified one by one afterwards. In other words, unless Master Feixuan nodded his noble dragon head, no one would dare to spend money on such matters.
Of course, with the administrative system that has become more and more efficient after Master Feixuan continued to mess things up, this seemingly insignificant reimbursement that only involves one county will most likely be delayed as much as possible until the person involved is too exhausted to pursue it. Therefore, before completing this long and desperate process, Mu Qi had to find another way to raise money on his own. He turned and looked at Ru Wang:
"Mr. Ruwang visited the textile workshop here a few days ago. What was it like?"
Upon hearing this, Ru Wang, who had been following him all the way, felt his expression change slightly. A few days ago, Mu Qi wanted to open a few boxes of important military supplies, and he really couldn't let this foreigner disturb him on the scene. So we just had someone take him to visit the new workshop. In order to clear the area and clean up the surroundings, all the workers in the workshops in the city have been evacuated, and there are no longer the bustling crowds and humming machines of the past; but the official who showed the foreigner around was very smart. He found two skilled weavers on the spot to demonstrate weaving to him. With the shuttle in the left hand and the thread in the right hand, they could weave two rolls of high-quality cotton cloth in half a day.
Although the speed of weaving was extremely fast, it was not enough to cause any trouble for Ru Wang. What really made him lose his composure was the conversation with the local official after the visit. The local officials told him that these skilled workers were refugees recruited by Haida University, and most of them had no experience in textile production. Their so-called skilled craftsmanship and superb techniques were only acquired through emergency training within just half a month after they were recruited.
A skilled worker can be trained in just over half a month. Even if he is not familiar with the textile industry, Ruwang can smell the almost subversive innovation in it. He had been in Da'an for so long that he knew too well the human resource advantages of the Central Plains. If there were any innovation in equipment that could fully utilize this advantage, who in the world would be the rival?
So, after a moment of silence, he honestly admitted:
“It’s amazing.”
It is indeed very astonishing. No wonder Prince Mu is so sure that the Portuguese will be jealous and shamelessly snatch the craftsmen and technology; not to mention Portugal and Spain, who are invincible at the moment and look like nails to everyone with hammers, even Dai Ying, who is still weak now, may be tempted when seeing such a magic weapon - ahem.
Ru Wang coughed twice:
"But there is no way to do business during war. The risks of war are too high."
"I understand." The prince said lightly, "You don't release the eagle until you see the rabbit. Sir, you always have to wait until the victory is determined before trying to curry favor with the winner. I understand, I understand. But what happens after the victory?"
No matter the outcome of this battle, Dai Ying's great virtue will definitely bite the loser to death. As for the specific bitten part, it depends on the subsequent operations.
Ru Wang hesitated for a moment and said, "The current price of cotton cloth is one penny of silver for three meters of cloth. I can give you two cents more."
From one penny to one penny and two cents, the price increased by 20% easily. It seems that Ruwang still has high expectations for the potential of the new technology. Twenty percent profit is indeed a lot, even Hai Gangfeng's eyes flickered - with this 20% profit as a foundation, the losses in the war can be easily compensated!
The gap can be filled easily. Could maritime trade be so profitable?
Hai Gangfeng was still in deep thought, but the silent prince just sneered, thinking that Daiying's greed for money would never change. Now most of the cost of the East-West trade was to pay tribute to the two middlemen, Portugal and Spain. If they could find a way to eliminate one of them in the war, the profit would at least double. He was only willing to increase the price by 10% even though the profit doubled. This was a huge appetite - he was not a conservative and closed-minded official from Da'an who had rarely seen the world. He was well aware of the huge profits during the Age of Exploration.
Humph, you want to take advantage of me?
He was too lazy to pay attention to this pure capitalist and turned to ask Hai Gangfeng:
"Where's General Qi?"
"General Qi is still organizing his troops." Hai Gangfeng cupped his hands and said, "According to the cabinet's official document, two battalions of soldiers have been transferred from Zhejiang to garrison. But we can't act rashly now."
The regulations of the Da'an Dynasty were extremely strict, and especially taboo was the collusion between civil officials and military generals inside and outside the country. Even if it was just to avoid suspicion and protect himself, Qi Yuanjing must not meet with the Prince of Mu in private, otherwise there would be unforeseen disasters. The prince nodded, pulled out a scroll of silk from his sleeve, and handed it to Hai Gangfeng with both hands - this was the decree written by Feixuan Zhenjun Wanshou Emperor himself, allowing them to act at their discretion in Shangyu and temporarily mobilize the army. Without this imperial edict, Mu Qi couldn't even command a cook in the Zhejiang garrison.
Of course, this edict is extremely rare. Over the years, Master Feixuan has always been of the opinion that silence is worse than words. After being a riddle teller for so long, he has lost the ability to speak human language and seldom makes such a clear and definite statement on anything. Therefore, his uncharacteristic enthusiasm and positivity now has caused those who are involved (especially the prince) to have doubts and concerns.
But no matter what, with the support of imperial power, one will be very courageous. After Hai Gangfeng bowed and received the imperial edict, he unfolded the scroll and took a look. A smile immediately appeared on his face, and then he respectfully hid it in his arms - with such an imperial edict, all obstacles in regulation could be swept away, and the soldiers they had mobilized by all means could finally play a role.
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After the procedural issues are resolved, what follows is a long and boring wait. From the information that Ruwang managed to obtain, it was clear that the Portuguese were furious and were ready to take forceful action, but the timing and method of the action were completely uncertain, and the common methods of gathering intelligence were unlikely to be effective in the vast ocean. This is the absolute confusion of ancient warfare. Both sides can only wait for news in a daze in the indistinguishable fog of war, and can do almost nothing else.
This dead silent wait lasted for several days. It was not until the 13th of December that the prince, who had been secluded in the dilapidated temple for a long time, finally received crucial information - the soldiers they sent to monitor the coast finally brought news that they saw a vague shadow of a ship on the seashore, with several masts standing tall, and it seemed to be heading towards the port at a high speed.
The troops that were dispatched by imperial edict had been stationed for many days, and the expenses for food and rations for the men and horses were countless, and everyone was already exhausted. Now that they heard that the enemy had appeared, the officials who were qualified to listen were shocked, and then they all turned their heads and looked at the Prince of Duke Mu who was sitting in the middle of the ruined temple.
Even when marching in formation, one must be dignified. Da'an had strict regulations on the use of civil officials to control military affairs. Even when a major war was about to begin, military generals commanding the front lines had to ask for instructions from the civil officials who were ordered to lead the army, in order to highlight the insurmountable duties of superiors and subordinates. And the important officials who were ordered to lead the army would often be general and quote exquisite books on military strategies and poems to give a few pointers to show their calmness and wisdom. Of course, such guidance also had to be divided into different levels. For example, the pedantic Wang Shouren decades ago could probably still give some real guidance with eloquence and enlightenment. Ordinary people of low level could probably only come up with something like "I just took off my battle robe with the general."
Of course, the noble families have their own writers, so there wouldn’t be such a mess. But everyone waited respectfully for a moment, and then heard the prince ask:
"You said the incoming ship had a flagpole?"
"Yes." The soldier who was ordered to spy lowered his head in fear: "The bow, there seems to be some black flag hanging on the bow."
"Oh." The prince was distracted for a moment, then smiled: "It's the flagship. It seems that the foreigners are very angry."
The flagship is the command post of the fleet. The appearance of the flagship in the sea means that it is followed by at least a fully-equipped fleet... Even with Portugal's status as the overlord of the sea at that time, using the flagship is definitely a full effort. It may even be all the capital it has in its colonies in the Far East. To have caused such a commotion without saying a word must have been due to the blood boiling and the anger being uncontrollable.
King Hong has miraculous effects!
Of course, the maritime empire's last-ditch attack was indeed terrifying. At least Ru Wang, who knew the ins and outs of the navy, changed his expression. He had been accompanying the last seat and wanted to get some information, but now he couldn't help looking around to find a way out - in this era, whoever controls the fleet controls the sea power, and only a bigger and stronger fleet can resist another aggressive fleet; but as far as he knew, what the prince of Duke Mu brought south this time were basically firearms and artillery, but there was no sign of any giant ships - what was the point of this?
Small ships can still rely on boarding and fierce firearms to fight head-on, and rely on tactics and luck to make up for the disadvantage in enemy equipment; but the battle between large ships is a competition of hard power without any tricks. Without giant ships and heavy artillery, it is a failure that can be seen with the naked eye!
How could a shrewd and cunning businessman stay and die on a shabby ship that was bound to fail? Ru Wang's mind was racing, already thinking about how to extricate himself gracefully.
Unfortunately, before Mr. Ruwang could figure out what was going on, the prince spoke again:
"But that's fine. They can wipe them out in one fell swoop, saving us the trouble of cleaning up the mess."
What a great head! Ru Wang roared in his heart - considering the current strength, a fleet is enough to dominate the Far East! Even if we are unable to advance inland due to limited military strength, it will not be a problem to sweep the coastal areas. The Portuguese swept the coast, how could he be any better? !
Besides, what does it mean to "save us the trouble"? In the vernacular novels of Da'an, isn't this something that the villain should normally say?
Isn't it too unlucky to say such villainous remarks before a battle?
Ru Wang's scalp tingled and he dug his toes into the ground. For the first time in his life, he deeply regretted his decision. But before he could stand up and say the excuse he had prepared for his escape, the prince looked over:
"Since the war is about to begin, Mr. Ruwang, would you like to go with us to take a look?"
ah? Ru Wang was stunned for a moment:
"Given the Portuguese's voyage, it will probably take quite some time before they can engage in battle. They are still quite far away..."
A mountain is a dead horse if you run too fast; the ocean is a flat plain if you run too fast. A place that seems close at hand may take you half a day's sailing to it. Based on Ruwang's sailing experience, if the messenger could see the mast of the flagship in the sky, it would take at least seven or eight hours for both sides to reach a distance close enough to start a war. These seven or eight hours were enough for Mr. Ruwang to get hundreds of miles away with absolute safety. This is also the reason why he dared to accompany this prince who looked unreliable to the south - if he couldn't win, he could always run away.
But no matter how mentally prepared you are, this reaction is too unreliable, right? Don’t people who are preparing to fight a naval battle even understand this basic common sense?
Faced with Ru Wang's almost incompetent astonishment, Prince Mu was rarely silent for a moment before finally smiling.
"It's okay." He said casually, "If the mountain doesn't come to me, I will go to the mountain. The Portuguese are too far away to take action, but it doesn't mean we can't take action, right?"
Ru Wang was stunned, and a rare feeling of despair rose in his heart:
What kind of crazy batch is this!
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A higher-ranking official can crush people to death. No matter how desperately he struggled, Ruwang still had no way to openly defect and escape under the noses of the Middle-earth bureaucrats. He could only follow the crowd that followed him, leave the ruined temple, find a shortcut to the seaside, and climb a high mountain that had been previously surveyed. Looking down from the mountain here, you can have a panoramic view of most of the sea. The saying "Jade Ruyi, the command is elegant and graceful, everyone is shocked" is in line with the aesthetic pursuit of the Da'an officialdom for a hearty, unrestrained and elegant victory. The leading Prince Mu even changed into a wide robe with long sleeves and stood on the top of the mountain with his clothes wafting in the wind. It is quite reminiscent of the former Prime Minister Zhuge Liang, who commanded with a feather fan and a green scarf.
Unfortunately...
"A-choo!" Mu Qi sneezed and wrapped his cloak tightly in the fierce and cold sea breeze. He squinted his eyes and looked up, and after a while he spoke uncertainly:
"That dark shadow on the horizon... is it the flagship?"
The general standing below sighed, took a step forward silently, and pointed towards the southeast. Mu Qi looked carefully and saw the shadows of numerous ships on the sea and a tall mast with a black flag fluttering on it and faint undulating patterns.
"I see." The prince narrowed his eyes and thought for a long time, but he couldn't guess where this flag came from (of course, he was not proficient in heraldry), so he could only nod his head to show that everything was under control: "In this case, the next step is to trouble General Qi."
The commander-in-chief Qi Yuanjing, wearing armor, bowed and did not correct the shocking title of "General Qi"; Da'an had different paths for civil and military officials, and the defenses of important cabinet officials and foreign military generals were particularly strict. Even with an imperial edict as a guarantee, both parties must never show any friendly relationship in public. He just accepted the order in silence, then raised his hand and waved it downwards. Immediately, his personal soldiers rode out on their horses, leaving a trail of dust in the distance, and quickly disappeared behind the mountain path.
After everything was arranged, Commander Qi bowed his head and said respectfully:
"I have arranged for people to guard the battlefield. Please lead them on the battlefield and show your might."
In fact, the military meetings held in recent days to discuss strategies to face the enemy were held, and the Prince of Mu was in seclusion and did not participate in any of them. He just wrote a "yes" on the meeting minutes at the end (the handwriting was very ugly). Basically, he just lay down and disappeared. Of course, there is no question of him giving any command now. But this is where Commander Qi's emotional intelligence lies. Regardless of whether his boss only has a cosmetic role or not, he must do a good job on the surface.
The boss was very considerate, nodded, then smiled and took out a small and exquisite telescope from his arms, and put it close to his eye in a serious manner. At this time, European optics had made some progress, and there were already skilled craftsmen who could rely on their experience to grind out convex lenses with sufficient magnification. However, the yield was low and the cost was high, so they could only be treasured as toys in the palace. It was not until now that the prince had innovated and improved the process that he finally produced the first batch of telescopes of reliable quality. After going south this time, he gave them as gifts to several generals who led the troops. Otherwise, since he was a newcomer and knew nothing, he would not be able to force everyone to obey his orders just by relying on his power.
Mu Qi squinted his eyes and adjusted for a while, and finally saw the flagship more than ten miles away. The sea was clear and cloudless with no obstructions, and the view from the mountains was unobstructed. One could even make out the shadows of people gathered on the boat like ants, each and every one of them clearly visible.
"Huh?" The prince was very surprised: "What are they doing together?"
Ru Wang stood at the side, also holding a telescope and looking carefully; this gift entrusted by the prince had been tested repeatedly by him, and its accuracy and usability were far beyond the few remaining luxury goods in the palace. It was inevitable that the shrewd and experienced businessmen were greatly moved and even jealous - this was probably one of the manifestations of the prince's magical charm. No matter how crazy and confused his partners were, he could always take out the right chips at the right time to seduce them and make them infatuated and unable to stop, so that they had to cooperate again.
For example, Ru Wang, who is now trembling with fear but still insists on being in the first place.
The merchant looked at the flagship carefully and came to the conclusion:
“They should be praying.”
"Pray?" The prince raised his eyebrows: "We are already on the verge of war, and you are still thinking about praying?"
"This is a matter of faith." Ru Wang was a little unhappy: "Besides, the Glorious Knights fight honorably, and of course they must do so after praying to God."
The prince smiled slightly, thinking that it was ridiculous to talk about colonialism in an upright manner. However, there was no cover on the sea, leaving no room for ambush or sneak attack; the country had been invincible for a long time, which allowed it to accommodate such a navy to be so calm and at ease, and even have enough spare time to satisfy its spiritual needs. But...
The prince spoke softly:
"I am not in a position to comment on matters of faith. But since we all believe in God, it depends on whether God likes these Portuguese or his second son."
He raised his hand and a firework bloomed from his sleeve, exploding with extremely bright light and shadow.
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Normally speaking, after the fireworks explode, there will probably be two military bugle calls, and then ambushes will rush out immediately. But it was obviously impossible for there to be any ambush on the sea. Ru Wang lowered his head and looked down the mountain. He looked for a while but found nothing until he heard a whooshing sound overhead. He looked up in horror and saw more than a dozen fire dragons flying over his head, leaving behind very bright trails.
He took a breath of cold air, and his mind became clear:
"Master Feixuan!"
A big businessman is a big businessman, with connections and quick information. Just by seeing this grand scene, he immediately thought of the rumored "rocket" with infinite power!
But the prince shook his head.
"Mr. Ruwang is well-read and well-respected." He said calmly, "But this is not the title of Feixuan Zhenjun, this is the title of Qingmiao Emperor."
Ruwang: ...Ah?
He racked his brains to recall, and remembered that Emperor Qingmiao seemed to be one of the long and dizzying Taoist names of Chinese emperors, but, but -
"What difference does it make?"
"Of course there are differences." The prince said calmly, "How can you foreigners understand the true meaning of my Taoism? Each of the titles of the current emperor is ingenious and different."
That's true. The Taoist priest who chooses a Taoist name for the emperor is not just there to do his job. The Taoist name he chooses must be the best, most clever, and most appropriate, and the one that best fits the old giant baby's thoughts. For example, the key point of "Fei Xuan Zhen Jun" lies in "flying", which symbolizes that after the emperor became an immortal, he traveled to Beihai in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, traveling through the universe without any restraint; so the range of Fei Xuan Zhen Jun must be the longest, and the ascension distance must be the greatest, otherwise the word "Fei Xuan" cannot be reflected. The "Qingmiao" of Emperor Qingmiao comes from the "Qingmiao Sutra of Taishang Laojun". It is said that it can subdue all evil desires, fire poisons and fires in the Three Thousand Worlds, and it is pure, mysterious, transparent and unobstructed. Therefore, the role of the Qingmiao Emperor title is very obvious -
The first round of Qingmiao Emperor hit the bow of the flagship, and then the flames rose up, bright and dazzling, and suddenly a ball of blue flame exploded!
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The specially polished high-precision telescope is extraordinary. Even if you stand on a high place ten miles away, you can still clearly see the scene on the ship when the rain of fire falls - it is as if a bucket of boiling water was poured into an ant nest, and the entire deck exploded immediately!
Of course, just a few primitive rockets were not enough to annihilate these sailors who had gathered together to pray. Soon tiny ants ran out of the chaotic fire scene and ran to the deck to get water - wooden ships had to be oiled and maintained regularly, so the most feared thing when sailing was fire; now ocean-going ships always have water tanks available to store seawater. It was at this time that the quality of the Portuguese navy was revealed. Although they were suddenly hit by a completely unexpected blow, someone still remembered to open the water tank and pour out the endless sea water.
"Oh wow." The prince said softly.
The pouring sea water did not engulf the flames. On the contrary, the scorching flames spread rapidly, spreading along the black water marks, frightening the sailors and causing them to step back repeatedly. They seemed to be screaming in fear, unable to control themselves - obviously, they had never encountered a flame that could even ignite water; and the flames were indigo blue and scarlet, and the temperature was scorching and fierce, thousands of times more severe than an ordinary fire; even the hardworking sailors who had been wandering around on the ship could never endure such burning.
——It seems that Zhao Fei’s hard work over the years has paid off.
I can only say that this is the benefit of owning a state machine. Only when you have control over the human, material and financial resources and don't have to depend on others, are you qualified to test and extract such dangerous things. As for Mu Qi... no matter whether it is white phosphorus, solidified fuel oil or high explosives, they are not things he can touch now. Otherwise, if they are not controlled and start burning, I am afraid that even the Duke's Mansion will cry out.
Of course, a simple and crude homemade method was not enough to bring about a dimensionality reduction attack that would cause the ancients to completely collapse. The prince soon saw the exploding flames in the crowd. The leading officer fired a gun into the air, forcibly curbing the chaotic situation at the fire scene. Then he gave instructions and pushed out several strong sailors, asking them to take out giant axes and swords from the cabin, surround the fire scene, and not retreat a single step.
This approach was quite correct, because the original rocket did not have sufficient ammunition, and only a small area on the deck actually burned. As long as the part contaminated with fuel was cut off and thrown into the seabed, the ship could still be saved.
Unfortunately, the whooshing sound happened a second time. The sailor holding the axe and machete in the telescope seemed to sense something, looked up blankly, and saw the trajectory of the sky spraying like fire rain.
Bigger is better, more is beautiful. When you are in a desperate situation, you should set up ambushes; when you are in a strong situation, you should use firepower to cover the enemy; these words are so true.
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The prince narrowed one eye, stared carefully at the blazing fire in the telescope, and finally laughed softly. He looked back and saw Ru Wang's pale and sweaty face.
"It seems that the Father's love has been differentiated, right?" The prince said in a cheerful tone: "Mr. Ruwang, in Chinese terms, this is called the east wind blowing thousands of flowers at night, and blowing down the stars like rain. Of course, you may not understand Eastern poetry very well. But it doesn't matter, I can change it to a way that you can understand..."
He paused for a moment.
"--Then the Father rained down sulfur and fire from heaven. This was the end of Sodom and Gomorrah."
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