Le Zhengming walked around the field holding Chierhan's head.
Zhuang Li sensed the system's emotional shift and asked perceptively, "Are you devastated? Is this Mongolian person important to you?"
"No, no, no, no!" 7480 stammered in denial.
"You are nervous. You must know him. How come he is related to the Child of Destiny?" Zhuang Li continued to test.
"I'm not nervous at all." 7480 wanted to raise his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, but he found that his short and fat hands were still recovering and he couldn't move at all. He could only hide in the corner, sweating profusely.
Zhuang Li sneered softly: "Forget it, I won't ask anymore. He's just a dead man. He won't have any impact on my plan."
7480 suppressed his fear and asked, "Master, what is your plan?"
"It's okay to tell you. My plan is to conquer the State of Jin and then unify the entire Central Plains." Zhuang Li said casually, "No matter who the Lord God arranges for the child of destiny, I will flatten his path."
This meant that he was going to leave the Child of Destiny with nowhere to go, and he had already done it. Thinking of this, 7480 almost cried out loud.
It really wanted to cling to its host's thigh and beg him to stop causing trouble. It also wanted to simply give up resistance and serve the host as its true master. Who cares if the little world collapses or not? It had really had enough!
But it couldn't. The moment it was created, the Lord God had branded absolute submission into its core program, making it impossible for it to disobey the Lord God's will.
Hearing the system's extremely suppressed sobs, Zhuang Li closed his eyes and smiled comfortably.
His mental power was no match for the Lord God, so he couldn't format the 7480. He was also afraid that after formatting, he would not be able to simulate the Lord God's mental power and activate the time travel program. If he couldn't travel, what would happen to his lover? Who would protect him in this disaster?
Taking the above points into consideration, Zhuang Li kept 7480 until now.
Of course, the process of taming 7480 is also very interesting and always brings him different happiness.
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Le Zhengming descended from the sky and killed Chierhan. The Jin monarch was overjoyed and gave him many gold and silver treasures, and shamelessly begged him to help him recover other lost territories.
Le Zhengming pretended to be angry and refused, so the monarch of Jin secretly bribed his subordinates with a large amount of treasure and asked them to go and persuade him together.
After half a month of persuasion, Le Zhengming reluctantly agreed and asked for the remaining alien tribes, of which only 350,000 people were left, to take with them to the war.
These 350,000 troops had already been sincerely convinced of Le Zhengming, so they were naturally happy to follow him.
When he left Wei, Le Zhengming had only 150,000 private soldiers, but now, his army has as many as 500,000, enough to flatten a small country.
Chir Khan was the old Khan's chosen successor and only biological son. After Chir Khan's death, his cousins, uncles, and other uncles all set their sights on the future Khan and were eager to return to the country to compete for the throne, leaving them no time for further battle.
Thus, Yue Zhengming's army of 500,000 easily recaptured Jizhou, Bingzhou and other places. His generals were all brave and skilled in fighting, and they were also good at strategy. Their momentum was unstoppable.
The once-mighty Mongolian cavalry were chased and beaten by them, and the armies of other countries were like chickens and dogs when they encountered them and were unable to withstand a single blow.
By this time, Le Zhengming's private army had expanded to 800,000, all of whom were foreigners who had rebelled and escaped from the Mongolian army or Han people who had suffered greatly from it.
Whenever the Mongolian army captured a piece of land, they would wantonly slaughter the local people, and then oppress the surviving foreign women as slaves, and use the foreign men as cannon fodder in the front lines, pushing them to death.
It was precisely because of the atrocities of the Mongolian cavalry that Le Zhengming had the opportunity to recapture these people.
After stationing a million troops, Yue Zhengming stayed in Bingzhou and refused to leave.
The Jin monarch could only hold his nose and endure this Bodhisattva.
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"We let the tiger go back into the mountains." The Ninth Prince, who received the intelligence, rubbed his temples and murmured, but there was no anger on his face.
Zhuang Xu, who proposed this plan, lowered his head, feeling quite embarrassed.
Fortunately, the blast furnace and windmill he had begged the Ninth Prince to build had reached a considerable scale, coal and iron ores were being mined continuously, and a large number of those devastating muskets and artillery shells had been produced. After being distributed to the army for trial, the effect was surprisingly good, which consolidated his position and prestige.
Otherwise, when the news came that Zhuang Li helped Le Zhengming gain a foothold in Bingzhou and Jizhou, the Ninth Prince would definitely not give him a good look.
"What do you think about us using Le Zhengming's weapons to sharpen our knives? I want to see what kind of casualties those firearms will cause when used on the battlefield. If the shells hit Le Zhengming's camp, will he think they are thunder from the sky?" The Ninth Prince looked at Zhuang Xu with interest.
The image of Zhuang Li's arrogant face, stained with blood and shattered into pieces in the artillery fire, involuntarily appeared in Zhuang Xu's mind.
He was captivated by the idea, suppressing the slight itch that suddenly rose in his throat. He said slowly, "Of course. Didn't the King of Jin send us a letter asking for help, hoping that we could drive Le Zhengming away? We can then lead our army to attack him, claiming that Le Zhengming disobeyed the imperial decree, colluded with foreign tribes, and betrayed his country."
"How many troops are appropriate?" The Ninth Prince took out the map and looked at it carefully.
"We will send 300,000 troops, and have Jin send another 300,000. We can also take all the muskets, cannons, and fireballs in the warehouse. That should be enough."
"Good. This battle will surely establish the great prestige of our Wei State!" The Ninth Prince clapped his hands and laughed.
Zhuang Xu also smiled and pursed his lips. "In the future, we can still conquer Jin and occupy Bingzhou. There are abundant iron and coal mines there, which can produce more firearms."
The Ninth Prince shook his head and sighed, "Le Zhengming occupied such a prime piece of land, but he didn't know how to use it. What a waste."
"However," he turned to look at Zhuang Xu, and exclaimed with heartfelt admiration, "Without Mu Yun's supreme wisdom, who could have invented the musket? Others would never have imagined, until their death, that such a terrifying weapon existed. Mu Yun's contributions are immense. If I ever unify the Central Plains, I will definitely appoint him as the Imperial Master, sharing the empire with me."
"Your Highness, you are too kind. It is my honor to serve you." Zhuang Xu immediately bowed and saluted, not daring to be complacent in the slightest.
However, when he thought of the scene of Zhuang Li being blown to pieces by artillery fire, he couldn't help but smile.
Confident of victory, the Ninth Prince decided to lead the battle himself.
Zhuang Ran was guarding the rear for them and had not joined the army. When he said goodbye, he gently patted his son's shoulder and said calmly, "This time, you must bring back Zhuang Li's body. That golden nanmu coffin was prepared for Zhuang Li. Have someone carry it carefully and make sure it's not damaged."
Zhuang Xu looked in the direction his father pointed, and saw a golden nanmu coffin tied to a carriage with thick hemp ropes.
The Ninth Prince pointed at the coffin and laughed heartily, "Duke Zhuang, you're so thoughtful to prepare such a precious coffin for your son. Just wait, we will definitely bring back your son, whom you've been so worried about!"
Zhuang Xu bowed to say goodbye to his father, then packed up and set off.
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A few days later, Zhuang Li received information from the spy.
He quickly finished reading the letter, put it under a thick stack of letters, and continued to stare at the solution in the beaker.
7480 asked in confusion, "Master, the Ninth Prince is building a blast furnace, digging iron and coal mines, and has summoned many craftsmen. It seems he's developing firearms. Why aren't you anxious?"
It originally thought that the host seized Bingzhou in order to manufacture advanced firearms, but strangely, the host did not do that. He just asked the craftsmen to refine some coal tar, and fired a lot of test tubes, measuring cups, flasks and other glass equipment, and purified alcohol. Then he plunged into the laboratory and began to refine various chemicals day and night.
Le Zhengming didn't care about the war, but instead focused on urging the people to farm, as if he wanted to live here forever and become a rich man.
Just as modern people can't live without Baidu, 7480 can't live without the database, which is like its brain. Without the database's search function, it has no idea what its host is doing, nor can it discern the purpose of the glycerin and powder it refines day and night.
It only knew that the host had not produced guns in large quantities, but the Child of Destiny seemed to have done so.
"Master, have you given up resistance?" 7480 tested with hope, even though it knew that this hope was slimmer than the probability of the Lord God descending into the small world.
"Give up resistance? Have I ever been pinned to the ground and rubbed so hard that I have to fight back? The logic of this word is wrong." Zhuang Li carefully placed the beaker on the shelf, with a smile on his lips.
7480, who hadn't seen him smile evilly for a long time, suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
"The Ninth Prince is coming with firearms. Aren't you anxious at all? Why don't you ask Le Zhengming to mobilize the troops to go to battle?" 7480 asked while swallowing his saliva.
The calmer the host, the more frightened it becomes.
"In a war between firearms, the death rate of soldiers will increase significantly. Why should I let my people die in vain?" Zhuang Li took out a glass rod and drained the oily liquid in the beaker into another beaker filled with yellow powder.
7480 nodded at first, then said hurriedly, "Master, your logic doesn't seem right. If you don't make firearms, won't more of your men die? On the battlefield, others have firearms, and you don't. How can you win?"
Zhuang Li put on goggles made of glass and wood and sneered, "Do I look like someone who would stand there and take a beating without resisting? I'm just not prepared to face the enemy head-on. My goal has always been only one: to achieve the greatest victory with the least casualties."
7480 became more and more frightened as he listened, and asked in a trembling voice, "Master, what on earth do you want to do?"
"Don't you already know what I want to do?" Zhuang Li took out a test tube, scooped out a gram of white powder from it, placed it in a glass dish, and tapped it gently with a glass rod dipped in chemical solution.
Then the next moment, the pinch of powder exploded into a dazzling fireball and made a sound of air bursting.
7480 was so scared that it almost crashed.
Zhuang Li smiled with amusement: "See? I want to blow up this world."
7480 then remembered that he seemed to have said the same thing a long time ago. At that time, he just wanted to vent his anger and fear, and it was completely unintentional. But now looking back, he found that his words had come true.
7480's short, fat legs suddenly clamped together, his chubby face turned red, and he was actually scared to pee.
At the same time, far away at the border between Bingzhou and Jinzhong, a roar that resounded through the sky came from the towering mountain top, and then countless boulders fell like raindrops on the 600,000-strong army led by the Ninth Prince.
Some of these rolling stones were as big as oxen, some were as heavy as millstones, and some were very small. When they hit people and horses, they could penetrate the skin, flesh and even bones, causing serious injuries.
The 600,000 troops marching in neat rows in the canyon immediately fell into chaos.
After the aftermath of the loud noise faded, the valley was a scene of devastation. Some were killed by rocks, some by stray bullets, and some were trampled to death by horses and their companions. Blood was spilled all over the valley.
The soldiers at the rear of the column were lucky enough to avoid the boulders, but they couldn't escape the Grim Reaper's scythe. They stepped on something unexpected as they fled, and were suddenly lifted into the air by the exploding earth. The scorching airwaves and scattered iron sheets caused even greater casualties over a wider area.
The ninth prince, who was walking in the middle of the army, was hit on the head by a stone and died on the spot. Half of his skull was missing and he had lost his human form. Only the golden crown on his head remained bright.
Zhuang Xu, who was walking at the end of the team, ran towards the exit of the canyon under the protection of a line of soldiers, but unfortunately he stepped on a landmine and broke both his legs.
Severe pain swept through his body, blurring his mind. He could only dig his fingers into the soil and move inch by inch towards the sunlit area. Away from this dimly lit, perilous valley, he would be safe.
A loud bang came from behind, probably someone or a carriage was overturned by the exploded soil.
Then, a coffin fell from the sky and landed in front of Zhuang Xu with a clang, only an inch away from his bloody fingertips.
There was another soft clang, and the coffin board fell down, revealing the pitch-black opening. It breathed in the fishy wind from the canyon, like a monster choosing its prey, or the entrance to the underworld.
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