“It’s so poisonous!”
With more than a thousand people testifying in person, even a three-year-old child knows how powerful the Yunzhou cannon is.
Jiang Tangwen and Shen Che sat in the lobby of Fuquan Teahouse, hearing all kinds of talk about the Yunzhou cannon.
"It is a pipe dream to use flesh and blood to fight against the Yunzhou cannon. With the help of this divine weapon, the rebels will surely be unstoppable. However, this move is against the harmony of heaven and is not the right way."
The person who was speaking was wearing a scholar's robe and was as pure and upright as the spring breeze.
If there were any students here, they would definitely recognize that the person speaking was Wei Xiaozhi, one of the pillars of the Qingliu school.
His companion beside him looked solemn: "If Su Dalang could stay with that person and persuade him, even if there were Yunzhou cannons, they would not have caused so many murders."
Su Xuanming has a good reputation among the Qingliu.
The Qingliu were very dissatisfied with Gu Nanxi's use of the Yunzhou cannon on the battlefield. They believed that doing so was against ancient teachings and not in accordance with Zhou etiquette. What was even more terrifying was that the Yunzhou cannon had great destructive power and left no chance for people to surrender.
So they didn't even call him Duke Yun anymore, and just called him a traitor.
The people of Kyoto, who once admired Duke Yun Gu Nanxi, were now even more afraid of him.
In their eyes, the former Duke Yun had more humanity than divinity, but the current Duke Yun is almost a god.
Standing on high like a god, looking down on them, crushing them like ants.
Some secretly wiped away their tears, their hearts filled with panic: "If Duke Yun comes to Kyoto, will he still love and pity us as before?"
With such magical soldiers, capturing Guangde Prefecture is a piece of cake.
Wei Xiaozhi looked gloomy: "By then, there will be countless deaths and rivers of blood."
After hearing what Wei Xiaozhi said, a woman's sobbing sound suddenly came from behind the curtain in the hall.
Behind these curtains are small compartments, generally used to receive female relatives.
Then, another woman's words of comfort came from the small compartment: "Your husband will be fine. He is General Longwu's personal guard."
"Woo woo... the shells don't have eyes. What if they hit the main tent?"
The voices in the small cubicle gradually died down, and the woman's sobbing sounds were like thin threads, entangled with Wei Xiaozhi, making him breathless.
Wei Xiaozhi suddenly stood up.
His friend grabbed his wrist and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Do what I have to do."
The friend sighed and stood up as well: "Wait till I finish paying the bill, then we'll go together."
The two men left.
The atmosphere in Fuquan Teahouse was still very depressed.
If they used to think that Kyoto was impregnable, they no longer dare to think so.
With the Yunzhou cannon, even the strongest city walls will be shattered.
Shen Che glanced around the teahouse hall. The faces of these tea drinkers were full of sadness and panic. They were like lambs to be slaughtered, waiting for the judgment of fate.
Seeing that he could not get any more information, Jiang Tangwen took Shen Che and others out of the teahouse.
The streets are crowded with people, the sun shines between the green tiles and red walls, the abrupt eaves, the shop signs and flags flying high, and the traffic is busy.
It looked as busy and prosperous as usual, except that passers-by looked confused and helpless.
Shen Che suddenly felt that the people of Da Zhou were similar to the people of Xixia: "Boss, are we still going to fight?"
Jiang Tangwen put his hands in his sleeves.
Although Kyoto is warmer than Wantong City, the cold winter wind still feels like a knife when blowing on your face.
Jiang Tangwen walked step by step, recalling his response and that of the Emperor of the Great Zhou.
"beat."
Shen Che's eyes wandered, and his face was tense without him even noticing, "But she has the Yunzhou cannon."
Jiang Tangwen paused, then said calmly: "No matter how powerful the hunter is, no matter how powerful the bow and arrow are, they are afraid of the wolves on the grassland. We are not fighting alone."
Shen Che seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.
He envied Kyoto and wanted Yunzhou very much, but he wanted to keep his life and enjoy all of this even more.
"Is the Great Zhou Emperor reliable? Don't they always say that those who are not of our race must have different hearts?"
Jiang Tangwen: "It's okay. Gu Nanxi is too powerful, so powerful that the Emperor of the Great Zhou can no longer tolerate her, and neither can we."
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In the court, civil and military officials stood on both sides.
The Minister of Works knelt in the center of the town, his hands shaking constantly, his face as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.
The young emperor looked at the Minister of Works as if he were a dead person, his eyes were like cold ponds, with no bottom to be seen.
Li Ge Lao coughed and said angrily, "You! What did you say at the beginning? You said that gunpowder can only be used to make fireworks, and it can't be made into firearms. What's the matter with the Yunzhou cannon?"
The Minister of Works is so wronged.
His breathing became rapid, and the fear in his heart was like a mountain, pressing down on him so hard that he couldn't breathe.
Ever since he learned that the Yunzhou cannon involved gunpowder, he knew he was doomed.
The new Minister of War looked at the Minister of Works with a murderous look in his eyes.
If the Minister of Works had not been so confident, how could they have suffered such a huge loss from the Yunzhou cannon!
Behind the Minister of Works knelt two Vice Ministers of Works.
All three of them were like sieved chaff.
The Minister of Works felt that he was really wronged!
Although he was the head of the Ministry of Works and a second-rank official, he was mainly responsible for the construction of projects and various technological manufacturing processes of the Great Zhou, as well as handling various affairs of the Ministry of Works.
But with so many businesses involved, it is impossible for him to be proficient in everything.
As for the fact that gunpowder cannot be made into firearms, that was also said by his subordinates. He couldn't possibly spend decades trying it himself, right?
Noticing the looks from the emperor and his colleagues, the Minister of Works swallowed his words of defense.
No matter how many reasons he gave, they were all just excuses in the eyes of the officials. If he didn't do his job well, he would be beaten.
The Minister of Industry closed his eyes in despair and confessed: "It is because I failed to discipline my subordinates that I lost the most important treasure of the country. Please punish me, Your Majesty!"
The Minister of War jumped up and down: "You want to shirk your guilt by saying that you didn't discipline your subordinates. You are just kidding. Are you a fool? When the traitor Gu Nanxi presented you with a musket, you should have seen its potential!"
"What did you do in the end? You are blind and stupid. You don't know how to cherish such a huge artifact in front of you. Is there water in your brain?"
"If you knew how powerful the fire gun was, you would have developed the Yunzhou cannon earlier than Gu Nanxi by gathering the strength of the craftsmen of the Great Zhou!"
"You are the sinner of our entire Great Zhou! Your ancestors would think you are as stupid as a pig and would not even be able to cover your coffin. If I were you, I would have lived in silence, cut my neck long ago, and went to the underworld to apologize to my ancestors."
The Minister of War was spitting all over the hall.
The young emperor felt relieved at first, but the more he listened, the uglier his expression became.
"Ahem, that's enough." An official who was on good terms with the Minister of War pulled at his sleeve, suggesting that he should quit while he was ahead.
The Minister of War refused, feeling that he was badly betrayed by the idiot Minister of Engineers.
If Gu Nanxi really attacks, won’t I, the Minister of War, be the one to take the brunt of the attack?
"Lord Xuan, the musket was originally presented to Your Majesty, and Your Majesty has played with it." An official saw that the young emperor looked constipated and reminded him hastily.
Huh?! (End of this chapter)
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