"yes."

Zhao Wujiang nodded and smiled gently:

"I only used a very small dose."

"This thing..." Xuanyuan Jing's surprise slowly faded away, and his joy became more and more intense:

"If this thing is slightly improved and used in war, wouldn't it be a disgrace?"

"In a certain period, indeed." Zhao Wujiangman took out another small bottle. In the bottle was a dark, viscous liquid, which was Shizhi.

The reason why it is said to be a specific period is because it depends on everyone's overall strength.

After various research and development in Blue Star, gunpowder has reached its peak, but even so, there are still weapons in the Blue Star countries that are many times more powerful than gunpowder.

In the era of eating raw materials and drinking blood, primitive people were beaten violently with stone tools.

Later, various types of weapons appeared frequently, such as spears, broadswords, shields, bows and arrows, etc., which were lighter and sharper than stone tools.

In Daxia, where we are now, the strength of each country is different, but they are all cold weapons, mixed with all mysterious martial arts, witchcraft, Taoism, etc.

Then the emergence of gunpowder will create a crushing situation.

Times have changed. Even if the power of gunpowder is not enough to crush high-level martial arts masters, witchcraft masters, and Taoists, if it wants to hit ordinary people, it is a real dimension-reducing blow.

Zhao Wujiang shook a small bottle in his hand at Xuanyuan Jing. The bottle contained a dark and viscous liquid. He said with a smile:

"Let me show you another way to use stone fat.

This thing is a strategic resource!"

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Shangshu Province

Ministry of War, martial arts field.

Yan Anshen, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, stuffed sulfur, saltpeter, plant ash and charcoal into a clay pot the size of a small sauce jar, according to the proportions that Zhao Wujiang had previously ordered.

The Minister of the Ministry of War squatted beside Yan An, touching his chin with a puzzled expression, and asked a question that he did not dare to say clearly in the imperial study room:

"Is this thing really that powerful?"

"It's hard to say. I'll give it a try first."

Yan Anshen gives people a feeling of being extremely serious and focused when doing things, which is one of the reasons why Zhao Wujiang asked Yan Anshen to host this event.

Yan Anshen was a scholar. He was one of Xuanyuan Yuheng's supporters at that time. He was also planted with a poison by Xuanyuan Yuheng, which was later cured by Zhao Wujiang.

As Minister of the Ministry of Industry, he likes calligraphy and painting, and he also likes to tinker with all kinds of things, whether it is the research and development of water conservancy facilities or the study of various types of buildings.

Although he was once a member of Xuanyuan Yuheng's faction, he did make a lot of practical contributions to Daxia. Later, when he lost his way and found his way back, Zhao Wujiang and Xuanyuan Jing spared his life and did not remove his official position.

After Yan Anshen learned about gunpowder, he somewhat scorned Zhao Wujiang in his heart. Theory needs to be based on practice, not just talking.

So he decided to try it himself.

Of course, he would not know that Zhao Wujiang's theory was based on the practice of a large number of Blue Star's predecessors.

"Is this jar too small?" the Minister of War asked:

"Is there a possibility that the jar does not contain sulfur, saltpeter and other substances, but contains other substances, which would also have considerable power?"

"Huh?" Yan Anshen was confused. The jar was almost full of medicinal ingredients, so he just had to seal it and start heating it.

"Even if it doesn't explode, if the can is bigger, filled with things, and thrown out with a catapult, it can kill and injure some enemy soldiers, right?"

The Minister of War expressed his theory.

Yan Anshen, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, was not angry. He waved his hand and shouted:

"Are you not as good as Zhao Wujiang?

His theory is at least feasible, although unlikely.

But yours is completely unnecessary, we fill the jars with things and then send them to the south to be used for throwing stones?"

"That's right." The Minister of the Ministry of War squatted on the ground, not looking like a third-rank official at all.

After all, he was transferred from below, and unlike Yan Anshen and others who were mostly literati, he was a martial artist who only knew a few things about mobilizing troops to fight and the art of war.

But he had no chance to go to the battlefield.

Yan Anshen held a gunpowder jar the size of an adult's head and explained seriously:
Chapter completed!