The fire tongs in Tang 꿦's hand flickered, and the three golden tiger crouching cannons glowed coldly in the darkness. The single eye under the mask of the man in white reflected the word "天" on the cannon, and the torch in his hand was about to ignite the fuse.
"Do you remember the "Strategy for Suppressing the Japanese" in the Wanli period?" Su Chen suddenly held up the yellowed torn scroll, "General Qi had long expected that you would use artillery to cause trouble!" The torn page appeared in the firelight, and it turned out to be a drawing of a modified gun barrel - these golden gun barrels had inverted hooks cast inside, and they would explode when fired.
Qin Feng suddenly threw out the weight with silk thread wrapped around it, and the iron chain formed a net between the artillery positions. At the moment when the torch of the man in white fell to the ground, Tang 忦 hugged the sulfur bucket and rolled into the underground river. Amid the shocking explosion, the whole mine shook like a dragon's roar, and the groundwater gushed out with golden sand.
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Three days later, Su Shen dived into the wreckage of the "Tiangong Chengping". In the coral-covered cabin, the "Genglu Book" in the arms of the flying fish suit skeleton appeared in water. Under the golden nanmu cover, a whole page of star sand spelled out the Fujian and Zhejiang coastal defense map during the Wanli period. The missing Zhoushan guard post corresponds to the current Ningbo Bosi.
"This star sand should be mixed with ambergris..." Qin Feng suddenly stuttered. In the incense burner that Tang Yu received from the prefect's private residence, the remaining spices produced smoke when they were heated. The smoke condensed into the outline of a three-masted sailing ship in the moonlight, with the grape flag and the Japanese pirates' chrysanthemum flag standing side by side on the deck.
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When the Shuri Castle tomb keeper handed over the ancestral lacquer box, heavy rain was washing the imperial steps. Su Chen put two jade lock pieces together, and a fish skin sea map slipped out of the dragon pattern secret compartment. At the location of the "Franchi Private Port" in the map, a sea monster with tentacles was painted in cinnabar - it was the pattern of the scene where Suzhou Xiu Niang was killed three years ago.
"A baby belt with a picture of a hundred sons and a thousand grandsons..." Qin Feng suddenly pierced the silk with a silver needle, and after the gold thread was unraveled, it turned out to be a Ryukyu music score. Tang 꿦뇾 plucked the melody of the shamisen, and the altar of the royal tomb cracked in response, revealing boxes of secret letters in Japanese script - stamped with the "Tensho Tongbao" seal passed down from the ancestors of the current prefect.
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On the eighth high tide day of August, Su Chen stood on the rebuilt Qigong Fort. The replica of the "Tiangong Chengping" was approaching, and the golden cannon on the deck was glowing an eerie red light. Qin Feng used the Lu Ban ruler to calibrate the direction, and Tang Wo inserted the last half of the jade lock into the astrolabe.
"Fire!" Before the prefect's guards had finished their command, a Portuguese merchant ship suddenly crossed into the channel. The golden barrel of the gun twisted and exploded under the scorching sun. In the lacquer box thrown out by the man in white before falling into the sea, the entire volume of the "Nanman Trade Agreement" was rolled up by the waves - stamped with the red seals of three Fujian and Zhejiang merchants.
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On the day of Frost's Descent, the Tiangong Pavilion was officially sealed. Tang 꿦 chewed Ryukyu brown sugar and watched Su Chen dip three bloody Tiangong seals into cinnabar. Qin Feng suddenly pulled the mechanism rope, and the bookshelf of "The Collection of Contemporary Craftsmen" suddenly turned, revealing the dark room wall - the entire "Kunyu World Map" of the Wanli period, with newly added ink marks outlining the route of the Spice Islands.
"At that time, the shipwreck was missing a gunpowder maker..." Qin Feng pointed at the sea monster mark on the map. Albatrosses flew over the glazed tiles, and the golden lines of their wings spelled out a strange totem in the twilight. Su Chen stroked the ancestral Lu Ban ruler, and the newly engraved "Cheng" at the end of the ruler shone with the faint light of blood sand in the moonlight.
As the tide gradually rose, foreign ship whistles could be heard faintly from outside Ningbo Harbor. Lanterns at the shipping company were lit one by one, and the latest French merchant ship to arrive was unloading. A lacquer box suddenly cracked, and what rolled out was not pepper, but bundles of handwritten copies of "Heavenly Works' Prodigy" - the cinnabar on the title page was as bright as blood, and the handwriting was exactly the same as that of the prefect who set himself on fire three years ago.
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