"Hmph! The evil and the slander! The carriage that Your Majesty is riding today is what you do?!"

At this time, Liu Daxia slowly stood up, stared at Zhang Lun and roared angrily: "Present a rare and extravagant weapon, use small tricks to deceive the lord! Why aren't it a treacherous?!"

"The development of the country requires a hundred labors..." Zhang Lun frowned, trying to reason.

However, people became more and more angry!

"The Book of Changes: Xici says, 'The metaphysical ones are called Tao, and the physical ones are called weapons'! A child is trying to trick you into confusing the king with his own tricks, so he is a traitor!!"

Ma Wensheng also stood up and his eyes were blasting fire, staring at Zhang Lun and roaring loudly: "For the king, you should value Taoism and neglect weapons! How can you confuse me with weapons?!"

"As a long time, all sages and kings value Taoism and neglect weapons, they should abandon their skills in summing up the magical weapons! Only by seeking the great way can they be clear and clear!"

Zhang Lun smiled, his really laughed.

I smiled sadly and helplessly.

There is not a reason why Confucianism was beaten into feudal crumbs in later generations, but these fools blindly advocated "focusing on the Tao and neglecting weapons."

It would be fine if they studied it on their own, but they would still have to stand in the court to govern the country and use it as a strategy...

Bi Sheng did not record much in his life when he was able to print movable type, and even continued until the Ming Dynasty, he did not promote it.

Because the "famous children" think that the carved version has more charm, they just say that movable characters are rigid and unwilling to use them...

There is also the Franco machine cannon, which I bought from the Portuguese later. I knew that I was so much behind but I still abandoned all the craftsmen.

The fools in the court held high the banner of famous religion, fought for power and profit, and even knelt down for the sake of a reputation...

Finally, the country was broken in the late Qing Dynasty and was beaten to death, and the land was ceasing and compensation became a semi-colonial area. My towering China was trampled and humiliated!

If we say that those fools in the late Qing Dynasty were guilty, could these fools in the Ming Dynasty stay out of trouble?!

"A little trick to picking up the magic weapon..." Zhang Lun showed a little sadness from his pair of phoenix peach blossoms. He slowly bowed to the emperor and said in a deep voice.

"Boy, please invite your personal soldiers at home, and your disciples come with the things you need to display!"

After a pause, Zhang Lun said in a deep voice: "When displaying, you may disturb the Holy Lord! Please forgive me for your sins!"

"Hmph! But I want to see what kind of tricks you use to confuse you!!"

Ignoring the angry Liu Daxia and Ma Wensheng, Emperor Hongzhi saw that Zhang Lun was confident and waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Accurate!"

After a while, the three hundred veteran soldiers from the Zhang family who were holding guns with bullets were led to the imperial front.

Cars wearing heavy fabrics also entered the ceremony under the guidance of the Zhongguan and the guards.

Remove huge boxes from the car, and there is also a rack that looks like it can be assembled with a cloth curtain.

Xiong Lieshan ordered people to take the hundred sheep in Ming armor to the wooden stakes on the city wall.

"Your Majesty and all the great masters, please check the armor on the sheep and the wall first!"

After everything was about to stop, Mr. Zhang bowed respectfully with a solemn look on his face.

"Good!" Emperor Hongzhi nodded, then stood up and got off the high platform.

Although the six ministers and Liu Daxia and others in the audience were inexplicably surprised, they followed the team to check the armor.

These armors are fine, they look like new things.

And they are all the best armors that can be equipped on the Ming Dynasty, and are basically worn by small flags.

There are also a few items that only hundreds of households are qualified to wear, and even the general flag is not qualified to wear such good armor.

I walked to the newly built city wall and pressed my hands and kicked it a few times, which was much better than the defense of ordinary garrisons.

Everyone looked around and then returned to their position. Liu Daxia frowned and looked at Ma Wensheng.

He already felt something was wrong. The Zhang family clearly did not want to debate the imperial lecture with him.

From the beginning to now, he has been paying attention to the expression of Zhang's family, although he has to admit that the Zhang family has a good color and a good style.

But what made Liu Daxia most nervous was that there were only two reactions in Zhang Jiazi's eyes from beginning to end.

Sadness, compassion, and deep grief...

"Boy, please perform martial arts in front of the emperor, please let Your Majesty know!"

Zhang Lun pushed the mountain and bowed down, his voice was tender but extremely loud! Even with a slight trembling...

Emperor Hongzhi looked at Zhang Lun who was worshipping him, although he didn't know what he was going to do.

But from his eyes just now, Emperor Hongzhi saw that kind of grief and anger, and looked at Emperor Zhang Lun and nodded slightly: "Good!"

Zhang Lun suddenly stood up, walked quickly to the old soldiers of the Zhang family with red eyes and roaring: "Line to prepare~!"

The old soldiers of the Zhang family had already practiced countless times, but they saw them setting up a formation fifty steps away from the flock.

Thirty-three people divided into three rows for a team to start loading medicine and loading ammunitions, and another person blew the whistle and flag as the starting commander.

"The first team is ready!"

"The second team is ready!"

"The three teams are ready!!"

The courtiers were stunned by the momentum of the golden swords and iron horses and the shouts that broke through the sky.

Although they all know that the old soldiers of the Zhang family are an elite force, no one has actually experienced it.

At this time, the discipline reflected by the veterans of the Zhang family made them deeply feel what elites mean.

“Prepare~!”

The commander began to raise the flag, and the first row of thirty-three people stood in separate positions, squatted and kneeled to hold the gun!

"Beep~!"

A whistle sounded sharply, and the roar of the "Boom Boom..." sounded loudly!

The smoke of gunpowder is filled with...

"Baoba~~" the flock of sheep let out a shrill wail and a powerless scream...

Zhang Lun suddenly felt a sudden tremor inside, and he seemed to have seen the scene at Bali Bridge in the late Qing Dynasty.

Endless Mongolian cavalry, green camp officers and soldiers roared and tried to rush into the British and French allied forces, but were sadly shot down by the projectile halfway...

They plucked up the last trace of blood and bravery of the dynasty and used their last strength to win even a glimmer of hope for victory.

However……

"Team 2~!" The whistle sounded again, followed by the "squeezing..." step in the smoke of gunpowder.

The courtiers saw that the first team retreated directly to the third team position, while the second team entered the first team, and the third team entered the second team.

"Beep~!"

"Boom boom boom..." A whistle sounded, and rows of fuse hook guns roared again.

In the smoke of gunpowder, the screams of the sheep gradually weakened...

Zhang Lun raised his head and kept his wet eyes from crying. This scene was so similar!

The bloody courage seems so sad, tragic, and struggling in front of the steel guns and cannons that transcend the era...

It's just a futile thing. Once you fall behind, you can only face being beaten!

Perhaps literati and poets from other countries would say a few sad words of sadness and grief, but this did not prevent them from enjoying the robbery.

"Three teams!"

Team 2 retreated to Team 3, and Team 3 advanced into Team 1!

"Bee~! Boom boom boom..."

"Team One!!" The courtiers were frightened to find that the team returned to their position.

"Bee~! Boom boom boom...!!"

There were no more screams of the sheep, and even the scene was the heavy breathing and the roar of the guns that exploded...

They can't hear anything...

The firepower connected to each team shot three rounds, and Emperor Hongzhi on the platform could no longer sit.

He was panting heavily, and he stood up at some point.

From his high platform, we can clearly see the flock of sheep in armor fifty steps away...

During the first wave of musket shooting, he fell over miserably.

When the first round of shooting of three consecutive teams ended, the flocks had actually all fallen to the ground.

However, the shooting continued, and the projectiles hit the armor of the sheep with a "papapapa...".

The armor had been broken, and the sheep's blood kept gushing out along the damage of the armor...

As the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, the important officials of the state couldn't help but stand up from their chairs and look forward.

But I saw that none of the flocks of sheep in armor could stand still, but they were twitching constantly in pools of blood.

"Take it! I want to see it!" Emperor Hongzhi panted heavily, his eyes flushed.

The guards of the inner guards quickly ran over to carry more than a dozen sheep, while the other sheep were cleaned up by the inner guards.

Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand and asked the guards who were carrying the sheep to put the blood-dripping sheep on the stage where Zhang Lun was.

Then he lifted up his robe and ran down the platform, walked to the stage where the imperial examination was red and his eyes were even to turn the dead sheep into his own hands.

"Your Majesty..." A central official next to him tried to stop him, but Emperor Hongzhi turned his head and his eyes were red as if he wanted to eat people.

He waved his hand suddenly and shook the official away: "Get out!!"

Then, regardless of the sheep's blood splattering on his dragon robe, he personally pushed it away and flipped the armor.

The ministers also walked up silently, and several familiar martial arts also began to silently turn the dead sheep in armor.

"Do you... think this is over..."

Zhang Lun's voice sounded a little hoarsely, and Emperor Hongzhi stood up in blood and looked at Zhang Lun with red eyes.

The court officials also stood up and looked at him...

"Archive ready!!"

Zhang Lun turned around and shouted suddenly.

But five eagle cannons and ten breech-mounted rapid-fire cannons were pushed out and lined up four hundred steps away.

The veterans have begun to skillfully adjust the shooting angle of the muzzle, and at the same time, buckets of gunpowder and rows of shells have been lifted out.

The hideous gun mouth, the complex patterns on the cannon and the words that the courtiers had never seen before all show that this was not a product of the Ming Dynasty.

"Your Majesty, please go back to the dragon throne, you can see it more clearly..."

Zhang Lun bowed to the end and bowed to Emperor Hongzhi.

Emperor Hongzhi's face was gloomy and terrible, and he nodded: "You guys, come to the stage to watch the crazy tiger perform martial arts!"

As he said that, he didn't even wait for Xiao Jing and the others to trot back to the platform and looked up.

The ministers behind him, even Liu Daxia and Ma Wensheng, followed with a gloomy face.

The commander had already jogged to the cannon, and after all the old soldiers shouted and prepared according to the cannon position.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

With the roar of cannons, Emperor Hongzhi and others held their breath and looked at the solid city wall they had touched with their own hands.
Chapter completed!