Chapter 73: It's really pitiful [Jinjiang genuine exclusive release, gunpowder comes out]...
In mid-January, spring had just begun in Qin. The afternoon light was very soft, but the spring breeze blowing in the face still made people feel a little cool.
Qin Ying, dressed in a little blue dress, came to the northern suburbs with her grandfather for the first time and was obviously very interested.
As soon as he was carried down from the carriage by his grandfather, he couldn't help turning his little head to look around.
What I saw before me was an extremely large mausoleum, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, with evergreen pines and cypresses, and a quiet environment. The Qin emperors of all dynasties had slept in this Feng Shui treasure land.
Qin Ying held her grandfather's broad shoulders with her two small hands and tried to look north. She felt that the royal mausoleum was vast and boundless, and further away from the mausoleum was a group of high and low rolling mountains.
The mountain looked blurry and barren, but when the little fellow looked down he could already see some light green grass sprouts struggling to emerge from the slightly damp soil.
I didn't feel it when I was in the royal city, but when I came to the northern suburbs, I truly felt that spring had really come. Even the air seemed to smell full of vitality.
The little fat boy, in a very good mood, couldn't help but grin.
When the First Emperor saw the little guy's bright smile, he felt a little amused. Little kids just tend to enjoy themselves easily.
His Majesty the Emperor carried his grandson directly into the mausoleum.
Under the supervision of the gatekeepers, Han Zhong, who had been waiting for His Majesty at the entrance of the royal mausoleum with his two apprentices for a long time, saw the First Emperor in casual clothes carrying the young An Guojun into the mausoleum.
Behind the grandfather and grandson were dozens of elite soldiers, including Meng Neishi.
Han Zhong quickly gathered his spirits, and leading his two disciples behind him, he quickly rushed forward, bowed to the grandfather and grandson, and said:
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you, Lord Xiao'an."
The First Emperor nodded slightly to Han Zhong, glanced at the two middle-aged alchemists following behind him, and saw that they were holding the small wooden box tightly in their arms. He couldn't help but ask:
"Han Zhong, is that thing placed in these two wooden boxes?"
After hearing what her grandfather said, Qin Ying also looked at the two ordinary little wooden boxes with curiosity.
Han Zhong nodded excitedly, then turned around and opened the lid of the box in the arms of a disciple beside him, and whispered to the First Emperor:
"Your Majesty, this box contains explosives. The bigger the bomb, the more powerful it is."
Upon hearing this, Qin Ying, nestled in his grandfather's arms, immediately craned his neck to peer into the wooden box with anticipation. Seeing the yellowed "bombs" lying quietly inside, each one tightly sealed at the top and with a long fuse inserted in the middle, his eyes widened. Was Old Han trying to coax his grandfather?! What kind of bomb was this? Wasn't it just a large-scale "firecracker"?
Although it was the first time that Qin Shi Huang came into contact with gunpowder, he couldn't help but raise his handsome eyebrows when he saw the neatly stacked bamboo firecrackers in the box. Why did they look different from what was written in the secret book?
His Majesty the Emperor suppressed his doubts and turned his attention to another box. Han Zhong hurriedly opened the second box.
Seeing the square explosive packs wrapped and tied with paper in the box, the First Emperor couldn't help feeling disappointed. He felt that both the bombs and the explosive packs were quite different from what was recorded in the book.
Although the appearance of the explosive pack made by Han Zhong barely matched the model, he clearly remembered that the explosive bomb described in the secret book was a powerful thermal weapon that could kill a large number of enemies with a "boom" sound after the soldiers on the battlefield pulled out the fuse and threw it far away.
No matter how you look at it, the bamboo tubes in the box don't seem to have much killing power.
Seeing His Majesty's expressionless and somewhat disappointed look, Han Zhong's heart was in his throat, so he had no choice but to explain:
"Your Majesty, I've discovered that the iron shells used for the explosive bombs mentioned in the secret manual are currently incapable of being made by our Great Qin craftsmen. Although this bamboo tube looks a bit shabby on the outside, it's filled with quite a bit of gunpowder. If it were replaced with a ceramic or crystal bottle, it would look quite impressive."
The First Emperor held the thought that "I'm already here" and said to Han Zhong without making any comment:
"Follow me to find a piece of open space within the mausoleum, and then pick a few out for me to see the real situation."
"promise."
Han Zhong excitedly leaned forward, and with his two disciples behind him, he followed His Majesty into the depths of the royal mausoleum.
After everyone walked towards the north for about three quarters of an hour and arrived at a wilderness next to the foot of the mountain, the First Emperor glanced sideways at Han Zhong.
Han Zhong immediately understood what he meant and took his two apprentices to take out six bombs and explosive packs from two boxes. There were three sizes: large, medium and small, two of each size.
Then the master and his two apprentices carried the six gunpowder products and ran forward for several hundred meters with a "thump thump thump" sound.
The First Emperor stood there holding the chubby boy in his arms and narrowed his eyes slightly. He could only see the three masters and apprentices in front of him either bending over or squatting on the ground. He had no idea what they were busy with.
Qin Ying also stared at the movement in front of her.
About half a minute later, Han Zhong and his two apprentices lined up six gunpowder products in a row, placed one on the ground every ten meters, and then straightened the long fuse.
After all the preparations were completed, Han Zhong stood up from the ground and waved his arms vigorously at the group of people in the south.
Then he called his two apprentices to take out the fire starters from their sleeves. The three of them, master and apprentice, were each responsible for an explosive bomb and a pack of dynamite, until all six fuses were lit.
Under the gaze of the First Emperor, Qin Ying and others, the master and his two apprentices ran for their lives in the direction they were in.
Before everyone could react, they saw flames shooting up into the sky behind the three people, followed by a huge "boom" of thunder in their ears.
The First Emperor's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously pressed his grandson into his arms, looking in disbelief at the huge mounds of earth and rubble flying high in the north, accompanied by flames!
The fat little Ying, who was held in his grandfather's arms with his big hands, was not frightened at all. Instead, he stared at the horrifying scene of flames and collapsing earth in front of him with his sparkling eyes.
Meng Yi and other elite soldiers were also frightened by the scene before them. They really didn't expect that the seemingly inconspicuous bamboo tube and square paper would cause such a huge explosion after being ignited by the fire stick!
This was carried out in the sparsely populated northern suburbs of the Royal Mausoleum. If these two devices were ignited and hurled into the enemy army on the battlefield, wouldn't they be blown to pieces in the blink of an eye? Or, if these devices were thrown onto the enemy's towers during a siege, even the most sturdy city would be unable to withstand the "boom-boom" explosion!
Seeing that the explosions ahead had gradually stopped, His Majesty the Emperor hurried over with his eldest grandson in his arms.
Meng Yi came to his senses and hurriedly chased after him with the soldiers behind him.
Han Zhong, who had been lying on the ground with his two apprentices when the explosion sounded, heard the horrifying noise behind him disappear, and hurriedly raised his head to shake off the dirt that flew onto his head.
The next moment, he saw a swaying piece of dark blue robe appear in his field of vision.
Realizing that the Emperor was coming, Han Zhong quickly and nimbly climbed up from the ground.
Looking at the dusty old Taoist priest in front of him, the First Emperor, who always had a little mysophobia, not only did not show any dislike, but also looked at Han Zhong with shining eyes and asked:
"Han Zhong, how many of these explosive bombs and dynamite packs have you alchemists made so far? How many can you make in a month?"
Seeing the unconcealable surprise on His Majesty's face, Han Zhong's nerves, which had been tense for half a year, finally relaxed.
He hurriedly bowed to the First Emperor and replied:
"Your Majesty, there are currently one hundred large, medium, and small explosive bombs and dynamite charges in the mansion."
"As long as the raw materials are sufficient to refine the gunpowder, it will not be a problem for me and my alchemists to produce 500 bombs and explosive packs in a month."
"Five hundred."
The First Emperor wrote down the number, smelled the pungent smell in the air, handed his grandson in his arms to Meng Yi, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve to cover his mouth and nose, and walked forward a few dozen meters.
When he saw the six deep pits of different sizes lined up in a row, the First Emperor's heart trembled violently twice, and he was completely enveloped by an indescribable ecstasy from head to toe.
With gunpowder in hand, is there any place on this earth that his Qin army cannot reach?!
When his army reaches Kunlun Hill one day, even if the Queen Mother of the West is unwilling to give him an elixir of immortality, the gunpowder in his hands will speak for him!
Wonderful!
color!
The First Emperor stared down at the dynamite pit with his piercing eyes.
Even though the grandfather was dozens of meters away from her, Qin Ying, who was held in Meng Yi's arms, could see an extremely strong fighting spirit from the tall figure of the grandfather standing in the dynamite pit.
He understood that if his grandfather's incorporation of the Baiyue into the Qin territory in his previous life was the limit of the Qin army, then in this life, gunpowder had been invented in Xianyang very early, so his grandfather would have no problem conquering the entire Eurasian continent, let alone the entire autumn-leaf crabapple forest.
Last summer, Han Zhong nearly caused his entire sect to be buried with him because of an elixir of immortality. In the early spring of this year, Han Zhong caused his entire sect to ascend to heaven in broad daylight because of a bag of gunpowder.
His Majesty left a few soldiers behind to fill up the six deep pits that were blown out, and then he took his grandson, Meng Yi and others, and Han Zhong back to the house where the alchemist was refining gunpowder.
After the grandfather and grandson carefully examined the explosive bombs and dynamite packs stored in the boxes by the alchemists, they not only cleared the great sins of these people, but also restored the good treatment that their master had originally enjoyed.
However, the confidentiality of this mansion became even more important. After the First Emperor brought the little fat boy back to the palace, he sent another 300 soldiers to station around the Huoyao mansion, surrounding the entire mansion tightly.
After a long winter of lying in bed, Maodun's broken leg finally healed and his shoulder injury completely healed. The first thing he did after recovering from his injury was to leave the hostage house with two servants and go to the back street to see the alchemists who were always in a commotion. Unexpectedly, before he reached the alchemist's house, a group of Qin soldiers rushed over, grabbed his arms and turned him around. As they drove him away, they shouted solemnly:
"This street is home to the alchemists who create elixirs for His Majesty the Emperor! This is a crucial alchemy site! No unauthorized persons are allowed near!"
"ha?"
Hearing this unexpected and outrageous answer, Maodun was stunned for a moment, then immediately frowned and asked in his now much improved elegant language:
"What are you doing? I'm the Xiongnu prince who lives on the front street! I haven't done anything wrong. Why are you expelling me?"
Hearing the Xiongnu prince's angry cry, several tall and mighty Qin soldiers didn't even change their expressions. They dutifully drove him out of the street, then spoke to the Xiongnu prince with a solemn expression:
"Prince Xiongnu, this street is inhabited by the alchemists of the Great Qin who refine the elixir of immortality for our Majesty! No one is allowed to approach!"
"ha?"
Maodun asked again, and seeing that the Qin soldiers didn't want to pay any attention to him at all, he raised his hands and nodded to indicate that he understood. Under the fierce gazes of several tall soldiers, he smiled, turned around and walked back cooperatively.
However, as soon as he led his two servants into the street where the hostage house was located, Maodun's expression became strange.
He truly hadn't expected that a man who looked so powerful and majestic in the palace during the winter actually had a secret dream of immortality?!
Maodun, his long, slightly curly black hair tied into a thick, small braid, pondered this as he clasped his hands behind his head and walked towards the hostage house. A hint of sarcasm could not help but flicker across his eyes: "Haha—so Qin Shi Huang was just like this! How could there be such a thing as immortality? He actually believed in a bunch of alchemists. Tsk tsk, this Qin Shi Huang was so naive, he's bound to be deceived sooner or later! An old man with such unrealistic dreams is truly pitiful!"
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