Chapter 97
Yinzuo pulled the Seventh Prince who was about to speak and said, "My name? You've heard of my name, but haven't you heard that I'm weak? You want to challenge me to a duel, and you've chosen me. Is this your warrior spirit? It's quite interesting."
Yinzuo openly spoke of his frail health, which was known to everyone, but he still felt humiliated in the end.
It doesn't matter if he loses face, he still represents the Qing Dynasty.
That's not right. He won't be happy if his reputation is humiliated.
Just as Yinzuo was about to tell Ah Fu something, he suddenly heard Kangxi's voice: "Don't you fiddle with your musket every day? I wonder what tricks you have used it in."
"Since someone wants to see you take action, let them see it today."
Yinzuo smiled at Kangxi, and he and his royal father seemed to be in perfect sync with each other.
The man from Western Mongolia said, "Munitions?" He wanted to say something else, but Kangxi's sharp gaze and the aura that filled his body froze all his words.
The eldest prince also said in a murderous tone: "You want to fight in hand-to-hand combat?"
The Khoshut tribe of Western Mongolia is located in a remote area. In recent years, many Mongolian tribes have had trade exchanges with the imperial court and received additional benefits from the court. Their lives have begun to improve and they have become more and more fawning on the imperial court. However, the people of the Khoshut tribe are unruly and conservative, and their lives are still the same. They feel uncomfortable watching other tribes living better and better, and they also feel uncomfortable watching other tribes fawning on the imperial court.
So, I wanted to find out the discomfort of the Sixth Prince, who was said to have started this incident and was famous for his reputation.
But now that they were being stared at with so many ferocious eyes, even the most fearless people were stifled.
Many people looked at the Western Mongolian warrior with unfriendly eyes, but Yinzuo smiled and said, "If you want to compete in strength, you can see the result after watching. But you are not sincere in the competition. Instead, you came from afar to deliberately embarrass me."
"If we really want to compete, you can use arrows and I can use muskets to compete."
The man from Western Mongolia said, "Let's compete." He was very confident in his archery skills and did not think that the lamb-like Sixth Prince could defeat him.
Both men were standing outside the target. One was a sturdy man with strong arms, holding a bow and arrow, and the other was a young man with a thin body, holding a strange-looking musket in his hand.
When people see this, they can't help but worry about the young man. Is that okay?
It worked. One arrow, two arrows, three arrows, every arrow hit the target. As for the musket, they were standing far away and couldn't see it clearly, but according to the soldiers who looked at the target and reported, it also hit the target.
It was the first time for many people to see someone using a musket. They had seen archery so many times that they were not interested in it, so they stared at Yinzuo holding the musket in surprise.
Some people also saw the trick: "Even the weak Sixth Prince can use it."
"It takes time to nock an arrow, but the Sixth Prince's musket can fire continuously, so it doesn't take that long."
The thin Sixth Prince, with a faint smile on his face, calmly held the musket and fired repeatedly. He looked very heroic and was not outshined by the warrior next to him. Instead, the Western Mongolian man holding the arrow was distracted and looked towards Yinzuo.
At this time, Yinzuo finished shooting ten times, threw the musket aside, smiled at the man who looked over and said, "Don't worry."
At this time, the man from Western Mongolia still had five arrows left to shoot, and his mentality was not well trained, so the next arrow just hit the edge of the target. Although he calmed down later, he still lost to Yinzuo, because Yinzuo shot every arrow in the center of the target.
After all, this was Yinzuo's home court, so naturally there were many voices cheering for Yinzuo. Amid the noise, Yinzuo said to the man from Western Mongolia, "Don't lose heart, there's still one more round."
Of course, Yinzuo's demeanor was seen as pretentious and provocative. His rough, dark face turned dark red, and he looked like he was trying hard to win back the next game. Well, of course, Yinzuo was indeed in a pretentious state.
This round is about shooting living creatures. Many birds are released to see who can shoot down more birds.
"Sixth Prince moves his fingers and birds fall down! It looks amazing."
"Sixth Prince shoots faster, so-and-so will lose to Sixth Prince this time."
"Eh? Did the Sixth Prince shoot someone's arrow off-center? Was it accidental or intentional?"
Next, everyone saw a scene where not only were there birds falling from the sky, but also arrows shot into the air were shot down before they even hit the birds!
Yinzuo was shooting birds and people's arrows at the same time, and he did reload bullets in between. However, this was the musket he had improved himself, so he was familiar with it and it didn't take much effort to reload the bullets.
Although he has been busy making money in recent years, his interest in muskets started very early and he has never stopped.
At first, I was just interested in playing with muskets. Later, after I had that nightmare, I was not only interested in it, but I didn't dare to stop. I searched everywhere for people who knew how to make muskets. Not only did I learn from others, I also often studied it myself. I don't know how many times the musket I hold in my hand now has been improved.
A group of people were watching excitedly with their necks craned, and they still felt unsatisfied when the game ended.
As for the outcome of this round, it was also very clear. Yin Zuo said to the man from Western Mongolia, "Thank you."
The man said in a rough voice: "If you win, you win. There is no need to talk about giving in or not." This man failed to pick a fight and was defeated by Yinzuo, a young man who looked weak. He lost all his face.
But even though he was extremely embarrassed and couldn't hide the redness on his rough black face, he still stood up straight and admitted defeat under so many gazes: "I lost to you."
He kept looking at Yinzuo's musket, looking extremely curious.
At this time, another leader of the Khoshut tribe of Western Mongolia appeared and hurriedly expressed his apologies to Yinzuo and Kangxi.
Kangxi gave a perfunctory response and knocked on the door for a while, then smiled and said to everyone: "My son just likes to tinker with these things, but he has made some good things."
At that time, there was a military officer who was jealous and wanted to go over to take a look. In order to achieve his goal, he even forced himself to think of some flowery words to praise Yinzuo.
It's nothing else. Today, the Emperor's Sixth Prince was "bullied" by someone. Isn't the Emperor trying to find ways to make others praise his son?
I also really want to see the musket that made a big splash in Yinzuo's hands today. Those generals performed exceptionally well. In public, they threw a bunch of flowery words at Yinzuo one after another, and even the shameless Yinzuo blushed after hearing them.
After showing them the musket, Yinzuo had just sat down when the eunuch beside Kangxi came to Yinzuo.
The eunuch beside Kangxi took Yinzuo to the rest area inside and sat down. When he saw Yinzuo's hand, he exclaimed: "How could it be so badly injured!"
I haven't practiced martial arts, and I don't use bows and arrows or swords and guns in these years, so my hands have been pampered. Look, after shooting with a musket for a while, the skin on the palms of my hands is broken.
Yinzuo took the medicine bottle from his father-in-law and said, "It's just a little skin breakage, I can do it myself."
The eunuch said to Yinzuo, "The emperor said that if you are tired, you don't have to go forward, just rest here."
Yinzuo: "I am indeed a little tired, so I will rest here for a while."
Having seen the excitement before, Yinzuo was not interested. After applying the medicine, he ate and drank for a while, then leaned on the couch to read a book. He almost fell asleep. Ah Fu found a blanket to cover Yinzuo and said, "Master, please don't sleep here. Don't catch a cold."
Yinzuo said, "No, I won't sleep. Bring me a storybook next time." He shouldn't take the time to read the books in class at a time like this. Although he is in the stage of studying diligently, he doesn't need to be so diligent. Otherwise, wouldn't he look a bit miserable?
Ah Fu responded, "Okay, the front is almost finished."
Ah Fu even told Yin Zuo that the two matches of today's competition were the most exciting, and everyone is still talking about it. After Yin Zuo, everyone felt that the subsequent competitions were not so interesting.
"They all want the muskets you made, Master."
Of course that cannot be given and can only be used in the Firearms Camp.
When returning to the palace, Kangxi called Yinzuo to get on his carriage.
As soon as Yinzuo stepped onto the imperial sedan chair, Kangxi looked at his hand hanging by his side and said, "Your hand."
Yinzuo spread out his hand to show Kangxi: "Father, it's just a little bit of skin broken, my son is not that delicate."
Indeed, Kangxi did not spoil his son, but when he saw Yinzuo's hands coated with ointment, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Yinzuo put his hand down again and said to Kangxi: "The fire gun still needs to be improved."
Kangxi had tried the fire guns made by Yinzuo several times, but he had never seen the one Yinzuo used today. Kangxi asked, "Can it hold more bullets than the previous ones?"
"Yes." Yinzuo approached Kangxi and said happily: "Father, didn't you notice that it shot farther than before?"
"Um."
Yinzuo said to Kangxi again: "This fire gun is still modified to be lighter, and I will modify the heavy one. Although I feel it is too heavy and inconvenient to use, it can shoot farther."
In fact, Kangxi himself was a person who loved to learn and study. Although he did not have much time to deal with these things, he was happy to listen to his son talk to him about the things he had tinkered with.
Moreover, muskets are also powerful weapons, and Kangxi himself knew that. Otherwise, he would not have set up a musket camp. Moreover, today, Yinzuo, with his weak body, was able to defeat a Mongolian warrior with the help of muskets. This move shocked many tribal people who came to Beijing.
Yinzuo finally said to Kangxi: "Father, I feel that the people who came here are not so submissive to us." Although he was not concerned about the affairs of the court, he would chat with Kangxi casually when he knew about it. However, it was just a casual chat with Kangxi, not as serious as the discussion between the emperor and his ministers in the court.
Yinzuo and Kangxi were at ease when they were together. Kangxi rarely acted like an emperor to Yinzuo, but spoke more like a father, as if he was chatting casually.
Kangxi said to Yinzuo: "Of course, if we are strong, they will be afraid of us. If we are weak, they will come and tear us apart."
So, within two days, Yinzuo watched another military parade. The armored soldiers looked majestic, and the red cannons created an earth-shaking power.
Yinzuo saw many people’s faces turned pale.
"We should have recognized the situation long ago. The Qing Dynasty has strong military and abundant national strength. Look at the royal princes, each of them is a dragon among men, a favored child of heaven. The Qing Dynasty will be fine in the next few decades." Someone said to the people of the Khoshut tribe of Western Mongolia.
The people of the Khoshut tribe of Western Mongolia, who had been unruly a few days ago, had been severely humiliated by Yinzuo, so their arrogance had already subsided, and now they had even less energy.
Although they were located in a remote area and felt that they were not afraid of anything from the Qing court, they were still a little scared by the powerful muskets and red cannons, not to mention the numerous generals and soldiers in rows.
Their tribe didn't have these strange and bizarre things. The conservative and traditional marginal tribes thought that everyone had cavalry, swords, and bows and arrows. They felt that the world outside was different.
But he still insisted: "There are so many princes, all of them are outstanding, right? They will fight each other. There is only one true dragon."
The people of the remote tribes also knew that the leader of the wolf pack was chosen through fighting. Everyone was strong, so who would submit to whom? Who wouldn't want to be the leader? The princes who showed up this time were all good. Even the Sixth Prince, who didn't show up earlier, was not a weakling after being picked up by them at the martial arts competition.
The man who was talking to the Khoshut tribe of Western Mongolia suddenly took a step back and said, "Just shut up! Don't involve me in any trouble."
As soon as he turned around, he was sweating profusely: "Sixth Prince!"
(End of this chapter)
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