Chapter 39 The Wisdom of the Ancients The wisdom of working people is infinite.
Whenever he thinks of the alternative grenades that have come in a variety of tricks, functions, and materials over the past two months, Zhu Bayi admires the philosopher who said these words.
Although, he never found out who originally said this sentence.
In fact, in the first half month after handing over the new gunpowder formula and bamboo tube grenade manufacturing process, he had already deeply realized the wisdom of this sentence.
In addition to the grenades that are constantly being updated in style and function, the way grenades are thrown has also undergone earth-shaking changes with the joint efforts of Su Mingzhe, Li Mubai and others.
There is a special launching rope that can be tied to the grenade.
After the user raises his arm and swings it in a few circles, he suddenly loosens his fingers and throws the grenade and the rope together.
The launch distance is at least doubled compared to bare hands.
There is a special bamboo slingshot, which is bent into a huge arc in advance, and then the handle is placed in the launch spoon at the end, and the trigger is pulled to launch.
Through the instant release of the energy stored in the bamboo arms, a cast iron grenade containing a pound of black powder can be launched three hundred steps away.
Not only is it easy to obtain materials and low in cost, it is also very simple and easy to learn to operate.
It is really the best choice for home travel and killing people.
There is also an extra-large launcher, which is based on the common return artillery in the Mongolian and Yuan armies.
It consists of components such as counterweights, levers and brackets.
Although the procedure for launching is a bit cumbersome, you need to first fix the lever, then fill the weight basket at one end of the lever with sand and soil, and finally pull the trigger and launch the other end of the lever into the bucket, which is filled with a full four kilograms of black powder.
The extra-large grenade was thrown out.
However, the maximum range can reach more than a thousand steps, which is equivalent to more than 1,500 meters in later generations.
Both in terms of power and range, it is more than twenty blocks ahead of the original return gun.
This last type of launcher was almost entirely developed by Zhao Junyong's treasurer, Li Mubai, who joined the army alone.
After that guy was so frightened that he peed his pants the first time he watched the launch of a new formula of black powder, he became completely obsessed with this "god-given thing."
Not only did he participate in the research and development and improvement of various "new" grenades, he also worked tirelessly to manufacture various throwing devices.
Before Zhu Ba11 went out to buy saltpeter and observe the terrain on both sides of the Yellow River in this era, Na Si had already improved the return artillery into three models: special for city walls, special for field battles, and streamlined and portable.
The eyeliner is leading a group of apprentices to summarize the relationship between the counterweight, the weight of the shell, the launch arm, and the launch distance based on the actual launch situation.
I hope to be able to compile a complete set of formulas so that in actual combat, the goal of the grenade falling on the head of whomever you want can be achieved.
Regardless of whether this ambitious goal can be achieved, grenades have become the first choice of weapons for all armies because of their huge power.
In contrast, the competition for cold weapons and defensive equipment such as broadswords, spears, shields, and armors is not as intense as before.
Thanks to this, of the more than 2,900 pairs of iron armor ripped off the Rakshasa soldiers in the last battle, more than 1,200 pairs fell into the hands of the left army.
There are two main reasons for being able to obtain so many well-made iron armors at once.
The first is because the Zuo Army really played a role in turning the tide in the battle.
Afterwards, they shared more spoils, and other departments could not say anything unnecessary.
Secondly, it is purely a small compensation made by Zhao Jun for his previous behavior of depriving Zuo Jun of equipment.
After experiencing the battle outside the city, he could no longer argue with Zhu Bayi's unknown origins, and reluctantly regarded the latter as a true member of the Xuzhou Red Scarf.
Although when discussing matters in the state government office, he would often give Zhu Ba11 a look.
Zhu Bayi gradually got used to it after being depressed several times about Zhao Jun's behavior.
The five fingers may be long or short.
He couldn't ask the entire Xuzhou Army to be carved from the same mold, with a belly as big as a sesame plum.
After witnessing the bloody killing on the top of the city, he was completely pushed into this era and completely regarded himself as a member of the Xuzhou Army.
Whether active or passive, he finally understood that in the eyes of most upper-class figures in Meng Yuan, he was actually no different from Zhima Li, Zhao Junyong and others.
Even if you have two big words tattooed on your head, "submissive people", the other party will still chop at you without hesitation.
Because in the eyes of the other party, they, like Zhima Li, Zhao Junyong and all the Han people inside and outside the city, are conquered slaves who can be killed or seized at any time.
Although in fact, if you don't search carefully, you can't find any similarities between him and Li and Zhao in terms of appearance, living habits, speech and clothing.
Zhu Ba11 was not interested in being a slave, no matter in his previous life or in this life, whether he was a slave to a foreign race or a slave to his own race, he was not interested.
So now that he had been forced to blend in, he could no longer hold on to his original thoughts and look for opportunities to sneak away and hug Zhu Yuanzhang's thigh.
He must work hard to make some changes to prevent himself and the Xuzhou Army from disappearing into the long river of history like the time and space he lived in in his previous life.
The simplest change, the introduction of firearms into the military, has already begun to bear fruit.
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After a fierce battle outside the city, the entire Xuzhou Army attached great importance to firearms, which was definitely the highest in this era.
The name Grenadier officially entered the stage of history many years in advance.
Each army and each battalion has specialized grenadiers, and tens of thousands of grenades of various types are consumed during daily training.
The "rumbling" sound outside the city was like thunder, blowing up the open space near the city with big craters everywhere.
"Boom, boom" was another series of loud noises, bringing Zhu Bayi back to reality from his memories.
We are about to enter the city, and the thickness of the smoke and dust above our heads is definitely comparable to that of the 21st century imperial capital where Zhu Dapeng lives.
If the city gates were replaced with iron gates, and the faces of the soldiers guarding the city were covered with iron masks, Zhu Ba11 would suspect that he had arrived in the world in the movie Lord of the Rings, and all he had to do was for someone to suddenly jump out and call him "White Clothed Sasha".
Ruman, or the Great Demon King Sauron.
No, I am a positive character, absolutely positive.
Zhu Bayi was startled by the strange thoughts that suddenly appeared in his mind, and quickly corrected him silently.
Fusion of two souls belonging to different time and space, he often has some neurotic thoughts in his mind.
The whole person seemed to be chattering away, talking to himself at every turn.
The soldiers on duty at the city gate didn't think there was anything unusual about Governor Zhu.
A hero who can turn the tide at a critical moment should be special.
If you talk and behave like the big guys, that's really abnormal.
Therefore, when he saw Zhu Ba11's horse head from a distance, he rushed forward and saluted, "The Governor is back and the Governor has had a hard time on the road."
"I'm back, I'm back."
Zhu Bayi was also used to being addressed by his official position.
He returned the salute while riding on horseback and said, "How are you, brothers?
Is there anything going on in the city recently?
How are you, the general manager and Chang Shi?"
" "Everything is fine, everything is fine.
Nothing has happened in the city recently.
Except for some restless flies, they always want to sneak in and inquire about gunpowder.
Zhao Changshi caught them all and killed them with one knife."
All the soldiers knew this He has no airs, gets out of the way, and responds in a variety of ways.
"It's inevitable."
Zhu Ba11 smiled and added loudly, "When people suffer defeat, they have to find a specific reason.
Otherwise, how can they be at ease when sleeping?"
"Hahahaha" everyone was amused by Zhu Bayi's humorous words and threw their heads up and laughed.
Not only was he unable to sleep well, he was simply frightened by the news.
Before defeating Wu Labuhua, the territory Xuzhou Army could control was only one-third of an acre south of the Yellow River and north of Yunlong Mountain.
Outside this range, not only the local officials of Meng Yuan Dynasty wanted to shout and kill, but even some larger villages did not take the orders of General Manager Li seriously at all.
And now, among the villages within a radius of two hundred miles, every village has not taken the initiative to send money and food.
Although the local officials of the Meng Yuan Dynasty did not dare to openly throw themselves into their arms like the wealthy locals in each village, they secretly sent people to come.
Come and send good words, secretly send truckloads of money, just to reach a tacit understanding with Sesame Li and not to raid their lair.
After laughing enough, everyone followed his horse and reported, "Those flies, at least seven out of ten are here for you, the governor.
They are everywhere asking about you being possessed by Maitreya."
The Great Light Envoy asked the young ones to blow as much as they wanted, so the younger ones said that you are the reincarnation of the Buddha, holding lightning bolts in your left hand and thunderbolts in your right hand, pointing where to hit."
Fortunately, it didn't happen that my upper lip was touching the sky and my lower lip was touching the ground.
Zhu Bayi had no choice but to smile and cup his hands at everyone, "Haha, thank you brother, thank you brother for cheering me on."
With the joint efforts of Guangming Envoy Tang Zihao and Chang Shi Zhao Jun, Zhu Bayi was determined to be the magic stick.
Even if he admits now, he is not the leader of Maitreya Sect's Great Wisdom Hall at all, and he can't remember a word of Maitreya Sect's scriptures.
Some people also believe that this is a deliberate blind trick used by the Buddha to test the world's people.
I will never believe that he actually has nothing to do with the legendary Maitreya Buddha.
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However, Maitreya Buddha can only be used to deceive the enemy and cannot really help fight the war.
The risk of sneaking up in front of the enemy commander to throw a grenade can only be used once and cannot be replicated a second time.
Not only do they need to introduce firearms on a large scale, the Xuzhou Army as a whole also lacks the most basic tactical training, but no one who knows basic tactics can be found.
Thinking of this, Zhu Bayi pulled the horse's head again, turned around, and asked everyone, "During my absence, the Rakshasa soldiers caused trouble again.
A few more died, and a few were left alive." of" "Hahaha, let them lend them some more courage."
When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter again.
After laughing, he responded with a bit of joy.
"There's no trouble, everyone has calmed down now.
A bunch of bastards are being escorted by Koreans to dig out sewers and empty toilets every day.
They are doing their jobs seriously."
The situation on the battlefield changed so quickly that day that the Rakshasa soldiers were submerged in the torrent before they had time to escape.
The Xuzhou soldiers hated them for massacring the entire city of Xiaopei, so they were ruthless in their attack.
Even those who voluntarily put down their weapons and surrendered were knocked down with a stick and then slapped on the head with rocks.
Therefore, when Sesame Li and Zhao Junyong thought of restraining their brothers and prohibiting the killing of prisoners, in addition to the dozen or so people at Zhu Bayi's feet who were stunned by grenades, there were also some who jumped into the moat on their own. , and the rest had already been killed.
And all of them were skinned like naked pigs, with not even a single thread left from head to toe.
On the other hand, the Korean servants, seeing that the situation was not good, knelt on the ground in groups, crying and surrendering.
Except for a few unlucky ones who were beheaded on the spot by the angry Xuzhou Army soldiers, most of the others became prisoners peacefully without feeling any shame in doing so.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Junyong gritted his teeth in pain.
He quickly ordered people to take fishing nets to fish out all the struggling Rakshasa people in the moat, and then, together with those who were stunned, they were imprisoned in the prison in the state government office to await disposal.
He did this not out of compassion and to let these Rakshasa people live.
Instead, he wanted to find an opportunity to present the prisoners to Liu Futong, the commander-in-chief of the Red Scarf Army, to claim credit.
After all, these days, the Red Scarf Army defeating the official army is nothing new.
But defeating the Rakshasa ghost soldiers and capturing a lot of prisoners was something that only Xuzhou Red Scarf could do.
When Commander Liu Futong is happy, the status of Xuzhou Red Scarf will definitely rise to several levels.
From Sesame Li to him, and even to the ordinary pawns below, their status has risen with the tide.
Although Zhao Junyong's idea was wonderful, what happened one after another made him regret it endlessly.
The total number of surviving Rakshasa captives was only about eighty, which was simply negligible compared to the more than 5,000 Korean captives.
However, these eighty or so rotten fish and shrimps have caused countless troubles to Xuzhou City.
They were simply not willing to do hard labor to atone for their sins if they were caught, like the Korean servants.
On the first day after they were released from the state prison and transferred to the prison camp, they tried to snatch the guards' weapons and escaped collectively.
Although they were suppressed by the concerted efforts of the guards and Korean prisoners, before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, these guys quietly entered the gunpowder manufacturing workshop in the backyard of the state government office and tried to steal the formula for making new gunpowder.
If it hadn't been for Zhao Junyong leading a patrol that night and seeing the tiles on the back wall of the state government office falling all over the floor, these guys would have almost succeeded.
In a rage, Zhao Jun killed him with pain.
He killed half of the Rakshasa soldiers who tried to steal the gunpowder formula on the spot.
The remaining forty or so were all handcuffed and shackled and demoted to be excrement collectors.
Every day, they were escorted by Korean prisoners and cleaned all the sewers in Xuzhou City.
And together with the Korean prisoners, they collected all kinds of feces in the city, loaded them into trucks, and transported them to the wheat fields outside the city for composting.
The Goryeo prisoner's confessional attitude was originally far more "positive" than that of the Rakshasa people, but now he actually climbed onto the head of his previous master, and he immediately burst into tears of gratitude to Zhao Junyong.
He works very hard as a supervisor.
As long as a Rakshasa dares to be lazy for a moment, he will immediately pick up the stick and wave it to the top of his head.
After more than a month of this, less than half of the more than forty Rakshasa captives were dead.
In the end, the remaining twenty or so people all accepted their fate.
I keep my head down and work like a mule every day, and I never dare to think of causing trouble again: