Chapter 97： How Science Fights 14 ┃ Zhuang Li: The world I see is different from what you see.

The 600,000 troops led by the Ninth Prince were killed, wounded, wounded, and fled, where would there be any spare strength to fight?

Until this time, Le Zhengming, who was hiding in the mountains, led the army to hunt down.

As long as they hold both ends of the canyon, those Wei-Jin coalition forces, who have been scared to death, will automatically fall into their ambush circle, so they will capture this army alive without abandoning one soldier and one soldier. The firearms were all collected.

"Mummy, with such a good thing, we can't do it alone! It's such a waste!" Second Huai picked up a musket and tossed it over and over.

He has seen this thing before, and military advisors can also make it, and its power is endless, it can be called a big killer on the battlefield.

At that time, he took the musket made by the military division to test the range and lethality, and he was shocked.

"Someone will bring this thing to us at that time." The military division said this sentence with a smile at the time.

Second Huai dared to retort: ​​"If you don't build it first, we can't win if someone else knocks it at the door? They're here to collect the corpses for us, not to bring us food!"

The sergeant waved his hand, not wanting to say more. The general beat him **** the head and told him to just follow the commander's orders, and he stopped.

However, at the moment, Huai's second child truly understood the good intentions of the military advisor when he saw the blood and stumps spilled all over the valley.

The strategist is really like what he said himself-before every battle, he must think about how to win the victory with zero casualties. He can kill this army alone, so he is reluctant to let everyone fight with their lives.

No, it was just dozens of wax pellets embedded in rocks and soil, and it caused such terrifying damage to the 600,000 army.

Second Huai handed the firearm to the soldier beside him, patted his forehead and muttered, "Master Sergeant is mighty!"

At this time, Le Zhengming rode on a horse, dragged a corpse with a rope, and walked over slowly, "This is the ninth prince, you can bury him."

Huai's second child took a closer look and couldn't help gasping. This ninth prince was so unlucky that half his head was chopped off by a flying stone.

Just at this moment, several soldiers carried a golden nanmu coffin and shouted: "General, we have found a good thing!"

Most people would feel bad when they saw the coffin, but Le Zhengming and his soldiers never felt that way.

Once, their army was defeated by Chen Guo and was trapped in a certain city for a long time. Seeing that the food, grass and weapons and equipment were almost exhausted, the general ordered the craftsmen to build a coffin for himself for several days, and he would pay for his life and death.

His bravery and fearlessness boosted everyone's morale, so everyone fought to the last ounce and decisively won the victory.

Since then, the general will inevitably prepare a coffin for himself when he encounters a battle of nine deaths. The other generals did the same, and it was the same. To die for the country seems to them to be such a righteous thing.

Second Huai walked around the coffin a few times, knocking on the coffin board for a while, checking the bottom of the coffin for a while, and repeatedly praised: "Good coffin, good coffin, I didn't expect this ninth prince to be bloody."

Le Zhengming also slowly rubbed the smooth golden nanmu with a little appreciation in his eyes. He originally thought that the ninth prince was a greedy, insidious and cunning person, but he didn't expect this person to have merit.

"General, he said that he is the elder brother of the sergeant. What do you think we should do?" A soldier's shout interrupted Le Zhengming's thoughts.

He turned his head to look, but saw a young man being carried over, his legs were stained with blood, and he was swaying back and forth, left and right, his bones were clearly broken into powder. Several servants of the young man were also escorted over together, and stumbled to the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

"Isn't this the little white-faced man who brought the sergeant to our barracks!" Second Huai strode forward, pressing the handle of the knife with his right hand, and asked aggressively, "Knowing that our entire army is in danger of being destroyed, you boy still Bring the Sergeant Master here, you should frame our Master Sergeant a lot, right?"

Zhuang Xu was thrown to the ground at will by two soldiers, and his broken legs hurt.

He had never experienced such torture before, he was in a trance, and he didn't hear what the second son of Qing Huai said.

But his servant couldn't wait to betray him, "Sir, please let us go. We are not soldiers, we are just servants of Zhuangzi. He usually likes to frame Zhuang Erzi the most. Have you seen that coffin? That's what he brought to Zhuang Er Gongzi to collect the body."

Zhuang Xu, who came to his senses just at this moment, said, "..."

"What? Did you prepare this coffin for the sergeant? Mother! I killed you!" Second Huai stepped forward, kicked Zhuang Xu fiercely, and even greeted his broken legs. .

Zhuang Xu had never experienced such torture, screaming in pain and tears of humiliation.

Le Zhengming stood beside him and did not do anything, but his eyes flashed with thunder that was extremely angry. When the second Huai was tired, he stepped forward, picked up Zhuang Xu with one hand, lifted the lid of the coffin, and threw the person in.

The lid of the coffin closed with a bang, swallowing up all the light, and the darkness and crampedness seemed to turn into a ghost, lurking in the deepest part of the human heart like a shadow, setting off a wave of fear.

Zhuang Xu thought that the pain of his broken legs and the humiliation of being beaten had been the most tragic experience in his life, but at this moment, he was extremely horrified to discover that what is more terrifying than the real threat is the unknown, darkness and dead silence. .

He tried his best to widen his eyes but couldn't see anything; he tried his best to move his nostrils but he was getting more and more suffocated;

This dreary jump only made the silence even more dead.

Zhuang Xu felt that he was going crazy, but when he was on the verge of collapse, he heard a soft click—someone lifted the coffin board.

Two quarters of an hour later, Zhuang Xu, who had not yet freed himself from the boundless fear, was locked in a dimly lit cell. Immediately after, several soldiers placed the muskets, thunderbolts, bows and arrows made by him one by one. Put it in the hallway outside.

Zhuang Xu used his fingertips to dig the ground and moved over inch by inch, stretched out his hand as much as possible, and grabbed a musket outside the prison door.

Armed with weapons, he can escape.

At this moment, one foot stepped on the back of his hand and crushed it hard.

"Ahhhh!" He let out a shrill scream, and then rolled uncontrollably, embarrassed like a reptile.

"It's so noisy." A loud voice sounded in the cramped prison.

The foot immediately backed away, allowing Zhuang Xu to breathe. He raised his tearful face and looked up, only to see Le Zhengming standing with his arms and hands behind him, his eyes looking back gloomily, the sinister killing intent spread across his deep pupils, so sharp, so sharp.

Zhuang Xu was so stabbed that he couldn't even open his mouth with pain, and his entire body froze with even greater fear.

Le Zhengming stepped back two steps, gave way to the door of the prison, took off his robe, and spread it neatly on the ground.

A teenager walked out from behind him, naturally knelt down on Le Zhengming's robe, picked up a musket, and looked at it carefully.

Zhuang Xu's eyes widened, feeling both horrified and taken for granted. This young man is Zhuang Li.

"You did this?" Zhuang Liman asked in a voice, his slender fingertips slid over the **** of the gun, stroking back and forth along the barrel of the gun, as if he was playing with a love object.

Zhuang Xu barely supported his upper body, leaning against the cell door and sitting crookedly. He didn't want to lie under Zhuang Li's eyes like a dead dog.

"Then do you know its launch principle?" Zhuang Li continued to ask.

Zhuang Xu pursed his lips and didn't answer, as if he was dismissive of this question.

"You don't know, you just made it according to the blueprint. You don't know why it pushes the projectile to kill the enemy." Zhuang Li put down the musket, lit his temple, and said firmly: "In your mind When did those skills appear?"

Zhuang Xu could no longer maintain his arrogant demeanor, his eyes split instantly, revealing extreme horror. How could Zhuang Li know his secret?

7480, who silently watched all this: "..."

Despair can no longer describe its mood. The Child of Destiny, which was hidden so well by it, was dug up by the host!

"You, what are you talking about?" Zhuang Xu tried to act stupid.

"Do you know how absurd it is if you don't know the firing principle of this kind of weapon, but you can build it? It's like you can't fly, but suddenly you grow wings. That's a fantasy." Zhuang Li shook his head and sneered.

Zhuang Xu's pupils trembled violently, both startled and frightened. He desperately wanted to know how Zhuang Li knew his secret, but he didn't know how to say it.

At this moment, Le Zhengming, who was standing beside Zhuang Lichong, opened his palm.

Le Zhengming handed over an exquisite wooden box.

Zhuang Li opened the wooden box and took out the contents.

Zhuang Xu's eyes were immediately attracted to him, and lightning flashed in his heart, terrified. That thing turned out to be a musket, and its shape was more compact and delicate. Zhuang Li, he will also make this kind of weapon!

"Do you also have a military library in your head?" In extreme confusion, Zhuang Xu sold himself.

"Bingshu? So that's the case." Zhuang Li suddenly realized, then holding the gun he made in his left hand and the gun made by Zhuang Xu in his right hand, he shot at the empty wall.

Zhuang Xu's gun needed to ignite the match, and waited for a short time to shoot the bullet, but Zhuang Li's gun exploded the moment the trigger was pulled, and the powerful projectile punched a deep hole in the masonry of the cell. After a while, another gun fired, leaving only a small hole in the masonry.

Judging from the range, power, and firing speed, it is obvious that Zhuang Li's gun is several times more advanced than Zhuang Xu's.

"No wonder you suddenly become so powerful..." Zhuang Xu thought he understood everything, and his heart was filled with deep disdain and resentment.

His disdain stemmed from Zhuang Li's true face. In fact, the other party has always been an idiot, to have such a big change is just a gift from God!

His resentment stemmed from the injustice of God. Since he had been given such a great opportunity, why should he give it to Zhuang Li? There can only be one destined person, right?

Zhuang Li put down the two guns, shook his head and chuckled, "Do you understand? Do you think everyone is as incompetent as you and can only rely on the sky to drop pie? Let me tell you how this weapon works. of."

Zhuang Li picked up the musket he made and disassembled it into parts, from the explosion of gunpowder to generate heat, to how to pressurize the gun chamber, and how the bullet was propelled. Quickly disassemble it into a pile of parts, and count its flaws and ways to improve it.

At first, Zhuang Xu gritted his teeth and sneered, but when he heard that, his face was full of disbelief and confusion.

He can read through a military library in a few years, naturally he is not a fool. He could tell that Zhuang Li really knew a lot about how this weapon worked.

Zhuang Li can easily dismantle them into loose parts, or quickly put them back together. He really understands, that's why he can make it, instead of just imitating the drawings like himself.

Zhuang Xu's body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.

It was a big blow for Zhuang Li to have real talent and practical knowledge. Because he always knew that he, who was touted by the outside world as the number one talent of Wei State, did not have that kind of strength. If this military library does not appear in his mind, he is nothing.

The anxiety generated by this cognition made him extremely proud and also extremely inferior.

And now, Zhuang Li has destroyed his pride and infinitely amplified his inferiority complex.

"No, you and I are the same, right! We are the same kind of people! Otherwise, you wouldn't know that I also have a military library in my head. You are not a genius at all!" Zhuang Xu frantically denied.

"The brain of a genius is born as a treasure trove. It does not need any divine power or divine gift. It will naturally enrich in daily learning. It can break through imagination and create miracles. Of course, you will never understand this feeling. , because you and I are two completely different people."

Zhuang Li's contemptuous laughter gave Zhuang Xu a fatal blow.

Zhuang Xu opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhuang Li extremely stiffly, the fear in his heart spread out circle after circle. There is a word used to describe a smart person called "wisdom and near-demon", and now, Zhuang Li sitting in front of him is such a monster!

He moved his body with difficulty, trying to stay away from the monster.

Zhuang Li looked at him with a smile, and said slowly, "Look, I can also build such a weapon, but I gave up after only making this one. Guess why?"

"Why?" Zhuang Xu couldn't understand Zhuang Li's thoughts at all.

If he knew how to make such powerful weapons, he would definitely work day and night to arm all the soldiers under his command. In that case, he will step on the mainland of the Central Plains and establish a great cause.

Zhuang Li is a smart man, he should not fail to understand the value of this kind of firearm.

"So, this is the biggest difference between me and you. The world we see is different." Zhuang Li stretched out his slender index finger and tapped his dark pupils.

Zhuang Xu was completely captured by his unfathomable pupils, and his head also fell into a deeper confusion. He felt more and more clearly that he was really different from Zhuang Li, because he couldn't understand what the other party was saying.

Chapter 98 How Science Fights 15 ┃ Zhuang Li: Seeing him rise from Zhulou, seeing his building collapse.

Zhuang Li casually fiddled with the firearm and asked, "When you suddenly acquired this military library, what was the first thing that came to your mind?"

Zhuang Xu was stunned for a long time before he began to turn his dull brain, trying to recall the scene of that day. He opened his mouth, not knowing how to describe it.

Zhuang Li replied for him, "Is it the desire for power?"

Zhuang Xu closed his mouth and nodded slightly. Yes, it was the desire for power, he thought ecstatically at the time: With these military books, how high can I climb, and how much power can I gain.

Zhuang Li lowered his eyelids and said in a low voice, "If you gain power, you will be able to rule all peoples, conquer the world, and go to the high mountains alone. Is that all you can see with your eyes?"

Zhuang Xu gritted his teeth and retorted: "Who in the world doesn't love power, who doesn't love fame, who doesn't love profit? What's wrong with going to Gaoling alone? There are Qionglou Yuyu and Tiangong Xian'e in the high places, you can't even imagine that. Spectacular!"

"Then have you lowered your head and looked at the ground floor?" Zhuang Li asked coldly.

Of course Zhuang Xu never did, so he couldn't answer.

Zhuang Li closed his eyes and asked, "Then do you know how many people died in the war on this land after the Zhou Kingdom split?"

Zhuang Xu snorted and sneered.

Zhuang Li gave a number: "From 59 million to today's 9 million, of the remaining 9 million, there are more than 5 million soldiers, more than 3 million monks, and the rest There are less than one million people. Are you crazy about taking power to rule such a world?"

Zhuang Xu asked in disapproval, "What's wrong with this world?"

Zhuang Li opened his eyes and stared at the other party with incredible eyes, "You still can't see the problem? The legendary Wei State's number one genius is indeed a vain person."

"I'm asking you," Zhuang Li said slowly, "In the past few months, you have been arresting people on the border of Wei State as laborers. Let them burn blast furnaces, step on windmills, mine stones, smelt steel, and make weapons for you.

"In the early spring, the frontier had just experienced a war. In order to avoid the military disaster, the common people had not had time to plant food. In the early summer, they could have planted some soybeans, sorghum, and peanuts, but they were all arrested by you to do hard labor.

"In autumn, when there is no harvest in the fields, what do the people on the frontier eat and drink, and what do they use to pay the draconian taxes you set?"

Zhuang Xu sneered while listening, and scoffed at these words.

Zhuang Li continued: "You can't collect exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and you can't gather enough food and grass. What do the soldiers in the military camp eat and drink? What do the monks in the temple eat and drink? Who do you rely on to feed your mouth? , rely on the cool breeze in the windmill? Can you eat human flesh and drink human blood?"

"Seeing that the cold winter is approaching, you haven't realized that the catastrophe is imminent. Without food, how many people will starve to death in the frontier? Without military pay, will millions of soldiers mutiny? Haven't you ever thought about it?"

Zhuang Li asked loudly.

Only then did Zhuang Xu realize the problem, and the sneer on his face slowly twisted into a deep panic and embarrassment.

Zhuang Li handed the exquisite wooden box to Le Zhengming, and said slowly: "So, I only made this firearm and stopped it. It is certainly a good thing, but the premise of its existence is to protect this land. the people above, not to destroy them, just as war is for peace, not for slaughter."

"But I didn't expect that you would do anything to do something so stupid. In your eyes, what else can you see besides power, status, fame and fortune? Without the people, who do you govern, oppress, and exploit?"

Zhuang Li stood up, smoothed the folds of the corners of his robe slowly, and said coldly, "Even if you get a military library, you are still short-sighted. You will kill yourself without me doing anything."

"A friend once asked me, what are you doing with this gunpowder? I replied: I'm going to blow up this world."

Zhuang Li turned to leave, and said without turning his head, "But I'm not the same as you. What I want to blast through is corruption, oppression, and injustice. I want to blast away this darkness and replace it with a new world where all things revive."

Far away, his voice still faintly came: "If this world has a spirit, it will also rejoice at this change. God has the virtue of good life, but everything you do is killing this piece of land. The creatures on the mainland. God gave you this opportunity, are you worthy of it?"

Zhuang Li walked further and further away, the warning words also dissipated in the air, and then Zhuang Xu broke free from the suffocating pressure, gasping for breath.

His heart was completely messed up.

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Walking to the corner of the prison, Le Zhengming suddenly pulled the little curly hair, hugged him tightly in his arms, and said thoughtlessly, "I'm very happy."

Zhuang Li was stunned for a while before realizing that before his lover responded to him—if the world had a spirit, it would also be happy for this change.

The lover does not know that he is this god, but he sees and hears, so he also feels happy.

Zhuang Li's full of depression disappeared in an instant. The feeling of guarding a person always fills the hole in his heart just right.

So he also said something he would never tell anyone: "Actually, I am afraid of an explosion."

Le Zhengming was stunned for a while, then hugged the boy even tighter.

Zhuang Li murmured, "I don't like explosions, I don't like wars, so let's end it quickly."

"Okay." Le Zhengming pushed the little curly hair away, knelt down halfway in front of him, put his fist against his chest, and said every word: "I will fight for you, I will offer you peace, and I will create a new one for you. New world. I can give you anything you want."

Zhuang Li first stared at his lover, then covered his face with a low smile, and finally stretched out a hand and said hoarsely, "Then you can kiss me now."

Le Zhengming was stunned.

Zhuang Li shook the back of his fair hand and urged, "Why don't you hurry up and show your loyalty?"

Only then did Le Zhengming react, holding the slender fingers of the small curly hair, and dropping a pious and hot kiss on the back of the jade white hand with pale blue blood vessels.

Zhuang Li stepped forward, embraced his half-kneeling lover in his arms, and kissed the top of his hair with his head down.

"I'll give everything for you, too," he promised softly.

Holding each other is like hugging the whole world.

At this time, 7480 asked shyly: "Master, that, that, so you think of me as a friend?"

I don't know why, but it was a little flattered.

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Zhuang Xu thought that Zhuang Li would kill him, but he didn't.

After Zhuang Ran delivered several million taels of gold, Zhuang Li sealed Zhuang Xu in the coffin, left a vent, and sent it back to the border of Wei State, along with the mutilated body of the ninth prince.

Zhuang Ran split open the lid of the coffin with a big knife in three or two strokes, pulled out his blind-eyed son, held him in his arms and choked up, "Send troops now! I'm going to attack Bingzhou!"

However, his decision was frantically discouraged by a group of subordinates, because Le Zhengming also confiscated a lot of firearms and projectiles while ambushing the 600,000 army brought by the ninth prince.

Le Zhengming, with millions of soldiers and horses, is undoubtedly the most powerful force in the Central Plains. If coupled with the infinitely powerful firearms, he is truly invincible! Moreover, he also controls thunder that is more powerful than firearms, and can blow up the mountains. Who is his opponent?

Zhuang Li, who is more intelligent and close to the demon, assisted him with all his heart, and the brave generals followed him loyally, and he had the spirit of a king faintly.

The world is about to be in chaos!

After all, Zhuang Ran calmed down, panting and said, "Let the craftsmen rush to make firearms day and night! If there are not enough people, go and catch them! All cities, towns, villages and villages, bring them back to me! I need more labor!"

The generals agreed.

Demented Zhuang Xu, who was held by Zhuang Ran in his arms, shivered suddenly, grabbed his father's sleeve and said hurriedly, "No!"

"Xu'er, you finally spoke." Zhuang Ran smiled and shed tears.

"Father, don't do slave labor any more!" Zhuang Xu's dry lips cracked in anxiety, and a lot of blood flowed out.

"How can we make firearms if we don't arrest laborers? Dad wants to help you get revenge..."

Before Zhuang Ran could finish speaking, he heard a terrified voice from outside the tent: "General! Those laborers rebelled! They also stole firearms from the warehouse and killed them in the barracks!"

"What? I'll go and see right away! You guys **** Xu'er to a safe place!" Zhuang Ran immediately handed over his son to his confidant and hurried out of the tent.

Zhuang Xu, who was rudely thrown onto the carriage, couldn't feel the severe pain from his broken leg at all, and all his mind was attracted by the constant sound of gunfire.

Is this the world that Zhuang Li sees? There is oppression, corruption, and injustice, so naturally there is resistance and killing.

What he saw was the present and the future, and what I saw was only the illusory and magnificent scenery in the heights. Without the support of the people, the scenery would eventually become nothingness. Water can carry a boat and capsize it, so that's what it means.

Zhuang Xu, who finally understood, covered his red eyes and let out a suppressed scream.

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The entire border was engulfed in flames of war. It took Zhuang Ran several months to quell the civil unrest, but when he turned around, he found that all the people on the border had gone to Bingzhou.

All the monk temples in Bingzhou were forcibly demolished by Le Zhengming. The monks who depended on the believers for nothing had to return to the secular world to farm, and the local government did not levy extortionate and miscellaneous taxes. More importantly, Bingzhou has a million troops, and even the Mongolian cavalry dare not harass it. It is the safest place in the world.

The population of Bingzhou skyrocketed overnight, so the site was expanded to several surrounding counties by the way.

The monarch of Jin was so angry that he was so angry that he had no choice but to hold Le Zhengming's nose and canonize him as the king of Bingzhou.

Zhuang Ran took his son back to the capital, and entered the palace that night. He gave the monarch of Wei a trick to confer a throne on Le Zhengming. It was logical to call him back to the capital to hold the consecration ceremony, and then find an opportunity to assassinate him.

The monarch of Wei State felt that this plan was very good, and the next day he named Le Zhengming the King of Ping Jin and summoned him back to his country.

Zhuang Ran thought that Le Zhengming would not dare to come back, and was thinking about tying someone he valued most as a threat, but unexpectedly, the other side agreed without hesitation.

So two months later, Le Zhengming led two hundred personal soldiers back to the capital of Wei State to attend the canonization ceremony held for him by the monarch.

He also asked for the position of a general for the little curly hair, and brought them into the palace to receive the reward.

The monarch of Wei Kingdom is only in his forties this year, but his face is already wrinkled, his body is extremely thin, wrapped in a wide robe and wide sleeves, like a walking skeleton. He squinted and smiled at Le Zhengming, his pupils flickering with a fierce dark light like a tiger and a wolf.

Le Zhengming bent down and took the iron coupon from the Danshu, but did not kneel, his attitude was very arrogant.

The monarch of Wei Kingdom did not change his smile, but his eyes became more ruthless. He waved his hand, and said in a low voice, "Go make sacrifices to the heavens."

This year is not good, the fortune teller told him to pray to heaven sincerely.

So the civil and military officials followed the monarch of the state of Wei mightily and walked to the newly built sacrificial platform.

Princes, princesses, princes, and concubines with royal blood line up step by step toward the bronze tripod at the top. Civil servants and military generals without royal blood could only kneel down a few hundred steps and wait.

Zhuang Li also knelt in the crowd, silently counting the steps of the monarch of Wei State, and poked his lover who was kneeling in front of him with his slender fingertips, and whispered with a smile: "I saw him lift the Zhulou, and I saw him feasting. Guest, see his building collapsed."

When reciting the first sentence, the monarch of Wei State lit three high incense sticks.

When the second sentence was recited, the monarch of the Wei Kingdom rushed to the sky and bowed three times.

When the last sentence was recited, the monarch of Wei State stepped forward and inserted the three sticks of high incense into the copper furnace.

A loud bang exploded the audience at this moment, the copper furnace shattered into pieces, and the scorching air wave lifted the monarch of Wei and the royal family.

Black smoke soared into the sky like a dragon, announcing death and ominousness. Then, the altar that had not been built for a long time collapsed...