After waiting for a while, they kept breathing and their faces were red and their necks were thick, and the big penis was still rubbing a gun.

Han Qi urged him several times, and when he was a little impatient, Wang Yun suddenly raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

A burst of smoke accompanied by the fire, and the mud bricks that were six hundred steps away were blown up, leaving a large piece of it incomplete.

Han Qi's confidant had seen these last time, and she felt it was a little better. Han Qi himself stared at his eyes and his cheeks were twitching.

Before Han Qi could speak, Da Yun raised his gun again after the second charge, and ran over with a shot.

It's a sensation-

All the mud bricks were disintegrated. These two shots all broke up the mud bricks, which meant that they were even more powerful.

Yes, the gun is still the same gun. After repeated testing, thanks to the bonus obtained by the second-generation gunpowder technology, the range is longer and the power is greater.

Han Qi was always an ancient man, with some NPC characteristics. Although the fire had already ceased, he still stared at his eyes in disbelief for a long time. Then he suddenly rushed towards Wang Yun like crazy, snatching the gun and planning to shoot it in person.

Damn it was always someone who could get on the horse and fight. He became extremely powerful when he became tragic. After taking away the gun, he threw Wang Yun to the ground.

"..." Others can only express their blindness and no sight.

After studying it, Han Qi didn't understand how to operate this thing, so he looked at the falling child awkwardly and said, "I was reckless just now, didn't I hurt you, right?"

Others usually say, "Your husband, you can't hurt me," but Wang Yun rolls all over the ground for a while and says back pain, sometimes saying headache, and instantly feels that his whole body is sick, and it seems that it is caused by Han Qi.

This made Han Qi, who had always been ambitious, sweat profusely. If he didn't face so many people, he would have the urge to beat him up. As expected, it was better to meet him than to be famous. Overall, this kid is a rogue.

After hesitating for a while, Han Qi glared at his confidant guard and said, "Why are you still standing there? Help Lord Xiao Wang up quickly. I didn't see him accidentally falling down!"

The people around him started to swear to flatter Han Qi and said in unison: "Yes, yes, this time it was Lord Xiao Wang who accidentally fell down."

Wang Rong wanted to die for this. People who are very proud of the people, are older and have great officials, but they are still very good. The overall rules are still that little kids have no human rights.

After judging, it seemed that he could not cheat the medical expenses. Dalian had to be more at ease and stood aside, but he just didn't help Han Qi to charge the medicine.

Han Qi studied it again, but he still couldn't understand it and couldn't bear to face it. He pretended to have an experience and handed the musket to the person next to him, twisting his beard and said, "Although this kind of magic weapon is complicated, I already know it. It's powerful and it's more powerful than to intimidate others. It's not advisable to try it too much. Let's do it today."

"My husband is wise!"

The people around responded and hurriedly took the flintlock rifle to hide it.

After letting the others retreat to the distance, Han Qi said: "Xiao Wang."

"The lower official is here." Dalun bowed slightly.

"How did you get these secret recipes?" Han Qi twisted his beard.

"It is a secret recipe learned when I met an old man in my dream." Wang Rong said.

Han Qi was sweating profusely again and felt very hot.

Old Han held his hands behind his back and looked at the broken mud six hundred steps away for a long time, sighing: "Child, you are really the Xiangrui of my Song Dynasty. You have created so many magical things, especially this flintlock rifle, which can be called a magical tool to subvert the rules of war. When a man is alive, he is full of the desire to fight for the country, and even life and death must be left behind, let alone mere interests, right?"

"Yes." Wang Rong nodded.

"So are you a good man?"

When Han Qi asked this, Dalian turned around and ran away, but Lao Han grabbed his clothes and couldn't escape.

Han Qi dragged him over and patted his shoulder and said, "I guess you are a good child in the Song Dynasty, so although you have a big difference in age and status, you, my brother, have also made friends. It is better to choose a date than to meet the day. Why not be in the place where you and I will be sworn brothers of the opposite sex today? "

Damn it was obviously a matter of being knocked by him, Dalian ran away again, but was dragged back.

By the way, the officialdom is not a world of martial arts, and brothers in the officialdom are definitely used to betray them.

Han Qi groped on his body for a while and gave a jade pendant to Wang Yun and said, "I have nothing to do with you, so I use this as a token to exchange it for witness? Do you have no objection to give the flintlock rifle just now?"

"..." Wang Yun took the jade pendant and began to observe the quality.

"How old are you?" Han Qi asked again.

"Answer, my husband, I'm about to be fourteen years old." Wang Rong felt that this time he was forced to buy and sell.

Han Qi nodded, holding his hand and said, "A real man should be a stubborn man, and he should be rampant in the world. Don't always think about measuring everything with interests, and don't always pay attention to the quality of the jade pendant. The gift is light and the people are more willing. You just need to know that this is given to me by the emperor. In the future, when you have many children and grandchildren, if you have many children and grandchildren, you will definitely give you a job of subsidy with this token."

Khan, this is really the rule of the Song Dynasty. Not only Lao Han would do this, but Wang Anshi would also give the tokens given by the emperor to his descendants, that is, the one Wang Bian, in order to feel guilty about them, so that they can have a position to be filled with a position to receive a meal when they fail to study.

"Let's go, today we will stop drinking and drink hard and talk about the orders for flintlocks." Han Qi dragged the little kid away when he thought of it.

Dalian simply stayed on the ground and refused to leave. He was drunk and still had an egg business. It would be unscientific not to be slapdated by him, so he hurriedly said, "My husband is clear about it. Our county is still in trouble and there is no alcohol."

"?" Han Qi couldn't help scratching his head. This was a clever woman who couldn't cook without rice...

During the day, Han Qi was really angry when he witnessed the flintlock gun test.

Han Qi has never been relaxed all day in recent years. He always feels that there are a group of thieves around the big breasts and plump buttocks of Da Song. He has been in a dangerous and severe situation since Jianchao.

Yongxi's Northern Expedition was defeated and the recovery of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun was completely a dream. The whole country, day and night, was in a state of fear of the Liao people. Seeing the situation on the border deteriorating, the Liao people burned, killed, looted, and provoked the border, while the Song State was still unable to respond and could only endure it step by step.

By the first year of Jingde, people's livelihood was difficult, the financial black hole was too big to make up, and domestic food reserves were exhausted. At this moment, the Liao army's cavalry invaded the south in large numbers, dust and smoke filled the country, and Dingzhou Chanzhou was in a hurry one after another. Before this, the population, which had been harassed, had withered.

The government and the country were shocked, and the whole country was shocked. After a group of old masters encouraged Emperor Zhenzong, the emperor was the one who wanted to take the lead in running the most.

Under the mood of the whole country's pills at that time, Prime Minister Kou Zhun was also unsure. Can he defend the bottom line again in this dark environment of thorns, or can he really only follow the pill party to retreat south of the river to survive?

There is a characteristic of the long river of history that whenever there is a crisis, there will always be people who are not as old as ever and are more glorious. Kou Laoxier was the one who was in the most crisis in the early Northern Song Dynasty. What gave him confidence was Yang Yanzhao, his favorite general, who was Yang Wenguang's father.

Lao Yang said that he could defend himself, and he also submitted a detailed strategy for Prime Minister Kou. But in fact, Kou Laoxier had a more vulgar way, so he completely rejected Yang Wenguang's father's method. Kou Laoxier did not need a plan, he just needed to listen to the front-line general he trusted to say that "can be defended".

Then there appeared the emperor who had already planned to run away by the bedding and was deceived by Mr. Kou to the front line. The four upper armies followed the vast camp and left Bianjing. The gorgeous troops with fat heads and ears were trembling, and watched the wise Kou Xiangye’s personal performance on the front line. The final result was the Chanyuan Alliance.

The times create heroes, and Han Qi asks himself that he has aura, and he will be stronger. Unfortunately, the situation is different. He has no use of heroes. In the days that can be seen, Han Qi feels that he has no chance to replicate Kou Laoxier's glorious years.

Will the Song Dynasty face the situation on the eve of Chanyuan again in the future? Maybe.

But at that time there will be a successor to a new historical mission. Now Han Qi believes that this person is a big son.

Judging from the actions of his kid in Huaixi with two hundred militia groups, Dalihe's actions, the little kid is not inferior to whom he is even more vulgar. He is an absolute black-hearted man and a black-hearted child with his own "Old Grandpa in Dream".

In this barren land on the northwest front, he self-relied to create a flintlock rifle, and it has reached the mass production stage.

Han Wa's traditional virtues were fully demonstrated under the rule of the little brat, hardworking, brave and timid in public and private fights. If it weren't for seeing with my own eyes, Han Qi would not believe that anyone except Shang Yang could achieve such political achievements. Moreover, Shang Yang killed too many people, but the little brat didn't kill many.

In terms of government affairs and ideals, Han Qi seemed to have achieved impeccable results. The only thing that made people feel unpleasant was the style of the turtle son being a rogue. Such a style destined him to take some detours, which was not conducive to keeping his name in history and not to be erected in the Song Dynasty as a political benchmark.

There are gains and losses.

The above are the literary thinking that Old Han Qi had developed tonight in a state of chicken blood, drinking alone in a state of silence.

Wang Yun said there was no wine, but in fact, there were wines in the county government office. Many of the fine wines of Li Fugui were collected in the county government office warehouse. Han Qi knew about this because Han Qi was very careful and found that a donkey came out drunk after slipping into the warehouse.

So Han Qi broke into the warehouse to get wine. Of course, someone was on duty. However, after being kicked by Han Qi, he warned him not to say anything, but Han Qi still got the wine, so he drank high and was alone here...
Chapter completed!