The minor officials who came from the Ministry of War began to help their own minister and Yan Anshen, the minister of the Ministry of Industry.

His own minister fell to the ground, passed out, and his official robe was torn to pieces and burnt black on his back.

Just now, many people heard a roar from their own Minister of War:

"Yan Shangshu, run!"

Then there was an earth-shattering explosion, and the entire martial arts arena seemed to shake slightly.

When they arrived, the martial arts arena was scorched black with thick smoke billowing. One of the two ministers was lying on the ground, not knowing whether to live or die, and the other fell to the ground, as if he had lost his mind.

Yan Anshen left with the help of the clerks, feeling in a daze all the way.

He was clearly shocked beyond measure and horrified, but his brain seemed to have been blown out, and his face was only dull.

It turns out that what Zhao Wujiang said is true. The lethality is too great, right?

Yan Anshen opened his mouth. He didn't understand, how did Zhao Wujiang know that these medicinal materials were so powerful when mixed in proportion?

He didn't even understand why it was so powerful?

He felt his ears ringing, as if he was still in the explosion just now, and the image of the scorching wave of fire coming like a beast was still vivid in his mind.

If the minister of the Ministry of Industry hadn't pulled him away, he would have been seriously injured today even if he didn't die!

He began to feel lucky that the container he found was not big, only half a sauce jar the size of two or three adult heads. If it were bigger, he could not imagine the consequences.

The minor officials supported the two ministers and did not dare to say anything, but they were all frightened and their two sides were trembling.

During the explosion just now, they were busy doing their own things. If they were also in the martial arts field at that time, they might also have been affected and injured.

They couldn't figure out why the Minister of the Ministry of War would allow the rebellious Minister of the Ministry of Industry to set up a fire to bake pots in the martial arts field of the Ministry of War.

Doesn’t the Ministry of Works have its own venue? Are you going to bring trouble to the Ministry of War? If our minister is paralyzed and cannot be saved, I’m afraid he will have to change his minister again.

Two ministers died in a row in one year, and it was also the Ministry of War. It would be embarrassing if word spread, and the other five departments would laugh.

Of course, the junior officials did not dare to say anything, but they were more and more curious about what the two ministers were messing around in the martial arts arena.

The people from the Imperial Medical Office arrived earlier than expected.

Because the Minister of Taichang Temple had finished his lunch and was leisurely drinking tea and listening to music, he saw black smoke suddenly rising in the distance on a snowy day in Shangshu Province.

His heart skipped a beat, and he thought of a possibility, and hurriedly rushed to Shangshu Province with two highly skilled medical men and a few powerful petty officials.

He prayed all the way, hoping that the weather would be dry and the minister would save water, but on this snowy day, the possibility was not high at all.

When he came to the panic-stricken Ministry of War and saw the two ministers, who were neither human nor ghosts, covered in tatters and black, the last trace of luck in his heart was gone.

Judging from this posture, it was probably caused by the so-called power of gunpowder.

The two doctors quickly put down their medicine boxes and began to diagnose Yan Anshen and the Minister of Industry.

Taichang Temple Minister's eyes were solemn and he asked with concern:

"Brother Yan? It's Mr. Zhao..."

"Yes." Yan An slumped on the chair, his expression dull, and he replied dully.

What Zhao Wujiang said was actually true? How did he know that mixing these medicinal materials would have miraculous effects? Taichang Temple Qing's eyes trembled and he exclaimed in his heart.

He first bowed his hand to Yan Anshen, and then waved to the military officials to go and have a look at the place where the explosion occurred.

The junior official took Taichang Temple Minister to the martial arts field.

At this time, there were guards inside and outside the martial arts venue, and the scene was not cleared. Everything had to wait for Yan Anshen or the Minister of War to give orders after he woke up.

As soon as Taichang Temple Minister stepped into the martial arts arena, his old eyes trembled violently, and his heart was horrified.

He saw a deep pit with a size of five or six feet appearing on the martial arts field, and black smoke was still slowly rising.

"This...is this the power of gunpowder?" He swallowed.

You must know that the stone staircase floor of the Military Training Ground is extremely solid and is difficult to be damaged by ordinary force.
Chapter completed!