Mystery makes me strong

Chapter 2753: Too Many Travelers
Wen Rensheng glanced over and waved his hand. The entire battlefield world suddenly went back in time and returned to the time before it was destroyed.

However, he did not erase the memory, so it is better to keep it.

Zhang Meng watched the scene in front of him rapidly retreating.

It was back to the scene of the confrontation with his henchmen.

At this moment, he understood that the gods had taken action again.

Sure enough, when the gods get annoyed, they will take action.

He has become numb to it.

Why did the gods take a fancy to him?

He is obviously just an ordinary person.

But he soon didn't have to worry anymore.

Because Wen Rensheng has completed his research.

The mental journey of an ordinary person rising from a small person to a big person.

Weak, struggling, strong, the pursuit of emotional values, followed by disappointment, and finally numbness...

"You have gained a small amount of mystery of psychological knowledge, and the upper limit of mystery has increased by 500."

"The current mystery limit is 20 and 1500 points."

Not bad, his efforts were worth it.

Wen Rensheng then gave the other party a little reward, which was to give the other party a choice:

"Go back to the real world, or stay."

Zhang Meng decided to stay.

Why go back to the real world?

Struggling with mortgage and car loans?
So he chose to follow his heart.

Wen Rensheng nodded and ignored Zhang Meng.

He decided to try something new.

Didn’t you see that Xiao Huan is getting tired of it?

"This time, let's go to a historical time and space."

"Okay." Xiao Huan clapped his hands.

"It's a good opportunity to brush up on my history knowledge."

Xiao Huan returned to the shadows and crawled away.

……

Wen Rensheng looked into the endless void, rays of light flashing in his eyes.

In a moment of thought, time and space seemed to be folded.

His sight traveled across the endless galaxy and finally stopped at an ancient yet prosperous world.

Ming Dynasty 1565.

Jiajing period.

The emperor longed to seek the truth.

The next moment, his figure was standing on a towering city wall.

Wherever you look, you can see ancient buildings with flying eaves and pointed corners.

This is a Jiangnan city.

Cities in the south of the Yangtze River have high temperatures and abundant rainfall.

There is water and warmth, and in the hands of the diligent, hardworking and patient people, there is fish and rice.

People come and go on the bluestone-paved streets, the cries of vendors, the sound of horse-drawn carriages, and the laughter coming from teahouses and taverns interweave into a bustling market picture.

The sunlight shines on the mottled city walls, giving the ancient city a golden halo.

Wen Rensheng always has an extra sense of reality when entering the historical world.

Maybe it’s because there is pain as well as laughter.

Most people struggle to live and try to laugh as long as they can.

It is easy for people to feel sympathy through comparison.

Wen Rensheng thought in his mind.

He slowly walked down the city wall and into the bustling street.

There are all kinds of shops on both sides of the street.

There are shops selling silk, porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, as well as restaurants and snack stalls filled with fragrant aromas.

People are struggling to survive and there is no one to back them up.

So people spontaneously formed clans to barely provide a guarantee.

It can withstand minor disasters, but cannot withstand major disasters, including natural disasters and war.

Therefore, clans are ultimately unable to solve major problems and are destined to be replaced by a higher form of organization.

Wen Rensheng's attention was attracted by a small shop selling rouge and powder.

A girl in the store was carefully selecting cosmetics accompanied by two maids.

Her face was filled with youthful vitality and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

The Jiangnan area was quite open during this era.

Because that was not a girl, but a boy...

Yes, men pretend to be women, wear women's clothes in broad daylight, and just let it go.

But some people also say that this is because some sober people, faced with deep-rooted problems, begin to feel helpless and indulge themselves.

Wen Rensheng continued to move forward, passing through narrow alleys.

He came to a relatively quiet academy.

There is a couplet hanging at the entrance of the academy:

"The sound of wind and rain..."

There were sounds of reading inside, as students were concentrating on listening to their teacher explaining the Four Books and Five Classics and preparing for the Boy's Examination.

Wen Rensheng knew that the situation in the Jiangnan area was terribly tense.

During the Ming Dynasty, the difficulty of taking the examination for a scholar was comparable to taking the 985 exam in later generations.

This is not an exaggeration.

In many developed counties, there are thousands of students studying and dozens of scholars are selected.

Moreover, those with connections will be deducted, leaving very few places for serious scholars.

And young and old are involved together.

There is no preferential treatment of 10 extra points for current students here.

Wen Rensheng stood outside the window, listening quietly.

He could not feel these students' thirst for knowledge, but could only feel their longing for becoming a scholar and their fear of the teacher's ruler.

Many students, like those in later generations, eagerly looked forward to flying kites after school…

There are only about 10 people in the academy. If they study hard, it is possible that they can pass the first two levels of the three examinations for scholars.

Only after passing the county examination, prefectural examination and imperial examination can one be called a tongsheng.

However, in this seemingly peaceful world of Daming 1566, there is an unusual undercurrent hidden.

After Wen Rensheng visited the academy for a while, he keenly noticed this.

"Study, what the hell!" said a little fat man disdainfully, "When I build a ship, I will go to Southeast Asia and establish my own territory!"

"Isn't it more cost-effective than studying hard for ten years?"

"Besides, what's a scholar? There is only one top scholar every three years, and there are many people who have been working hard in the court."

"There were also a lot of Jinshi who were beheaded!"

"I don't want to work hard as a dog for ten years!"

As he said this he began to draw a steam engine.

Wen Rensheng wanted to tell the other party that it would take more than ten years for one person to build a usable steam engine.

Of course, this also depends on the other party's original appearance. If there is a strong backer and it can be made and used, it may only take 5 or 6 years.

Later, Wen Rensheng discovered that the gap in this world was huge.

There were far more time travelers than he had imagined.

They influence the direction of the world, either explicitly or implicitly.

Some of them are bookworms who follow the path of study and become powerful ministers.

Some of them transformed themselves into wealthy businessmen.

What's more, they are also trying to change the course of history.

His eyes fell on a young man in a brocade robe.

The young man was standing on a three-story restaurant, overlooking the entire city.

The other person's eyes revealed a disdain and contempt that did not belong to this era.

"A bunch of fools, no brilliant ideas, and in the end it was all in vain."

"Zhang Juzheng worked hard for ten years, but was eventually confiscated after his death."

"My family all starved to death. What does this mean?"

"Being a dog doesn't end well!"

"If you travel through time, you must rebel. It's better to rebel early than late!"

He was talking to himself.

Of course he wasn't worried about being overheard.

In fact, the Ming Dynasty did not strictly control the speech of scholars.

Just don't be discovered by the factory guards. Obviously, he is also one of the travelers.

The young man was playing with a piece of jade in his hand.

There were some strange symbols engraved on the jade, which seemed to contain some mysterious power.

Wen Rensheng saw it immediately.

Well, this one still has double doors.

No wonder he is so confident.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for ordinary people to settle down and make a living if they returned to ancient times.

After overcoming the difficulties of disease and food and clothing, one must also find a way to support oneself, or get close to the clan and establish a system.

If you want to rebel in a prosperous era, you cannot do it without enough people.

In Wen Rensheng's opinion, the most reliable way to time travel and rebel is to gather at least 8 children aged 1000 and under and educate them according to modern ideas for 10 years.

18 time travelers with 1000 people are enough to cause big trouble.

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Then they worked together to study muskets and steam engines. Everyone had new ideas and established a relatively fair system. It became difficult for anyone to tolerate the original Ming Dynasty.

In other words, there is a high level of cohesion and loyalty, which other rebels do not possess.

Instead of relying on yourself to make a rebellion with muskets, there would be too many unexpected events in that case.

There is no tolerance for error.

Teach children, and even if they fail, they can pass on new ideas.

Otherwise, without plug-ins, the others are just rebellions with the halo of the protagonist.

In real life, after several battles, the time traveler himself might be killed.

In Wen Rensheng's eyes.

These time travelers will bring advanced technology and ideas.

They will inevitably bring about changes in this world.

Some time travelers may try to use modern knowledge to improve people's lives.

Some will certainly use this knowledge to seek power and wealth.

Inevitably, these changes will bring with them a great deal of conflict and confusion.

……

Wen Rensheng noticed the second floor of a restaurant.

Several other time travelers were sitting together, having a heated discussion.

Some of them advocate moderate changes.

"Don't be anxious. Let's first establish ourselves and then educate more children to support us."

"Let us have a reliable environment to rely on, instead of being changed by the Ming Dynasty environment." said a middle-aged man.

He is a rational person and his ideas are similar to Wen Rensheng's.

However, someone else said impatiently: "This is too slow."

"We must improve our muskets as soon as possible and then build a military factory."

"Just make 2000 Minié guns!"

"Occupy a place, and then fabricate the rise of the Jurchens."

"Yeah, I also think we should hurry up, because I found that there are many time travelers coming." Someone else said, "If we are slow, we will get nothing."

"Can't we unite with each other?" someone thought naively.

"You're overthinking it. When fellow villagers meet and shoot each other in the back, who would be willing to share the spoils?"

"We didn't come here together, so we don't know each other, unless we need to stay together for warmth."

"Otherwise, who would stick together?"

……

Wen Rensheng shook his head.

These time travelers who had just arrived were still enthusiastically discussing the start.

But they didn’t know that their predecessors had already started it.

The next moment, he appeared on a high hill, overlooking the vast plain below.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

On this ancient Ming land, two completely different armies are slowly gathering, preparing for a fierce showdown.

On one side is the classical army wearing traditional iron armor and holding spears and swords.

On the other side was the new army formed by the time travelers. They were dressed in simple military uniforms, holding Minié rifles with bayonets, and arranged in neat lines.

The Minié rifle was a rifle that was born at the wrong time.

It was only glorious for 20 short years before it was replaced by the breech-loading Dreiser rifle due to the rapid advancement of technology.

In fact, the principle is very simple, which is to change the bullet so that it uses cork as a base and can expand.

The bullet is threaded around the body to match the rifling, and the threads are filled with animal oil.

The base of the bullet is made of cork, and a soft metal, lead, is needed to make the shell.

When shooting, the gunpowder gas impacts the cork, and after the instantaneous impact, the cork can expand the bullet.

It is still a muzzle-loader, but a rifled one.

In other words, as long as the bullet problem is solved in advance, a musket with an advantage of more than 200 years can be manufactured in advance.

Its range is up to 900 meters, and its accuracy range reaches 500 meters!
This can be compared to WWII rifles.

This is the power of a rifled gun, and its loading speed is as fast as that of a smoothbore gun, reaching more than 5 rounds per minute.

This is awesome.

Wen Rensheng knew that this was basically the standard configuration for some knowledgeable time travelers.

There is good use to be made of the 16th century musketeer industry, and there are excellent handcrafted blacksmiths.

Accumulating tens of thousands of bullets in normal times can play a decisive role.

Because in a medium-sized battle, the elite troops who decide the fate are only a few thousand people.

At this time, the two parties were fighting against each other, and a small force from Southeast Asia was dealing with an army of time travelers.

As the horn sounded, the classical drum team began to move forward slowly.

The soldiers' steps were heavy and powerful.

War elephants were also dispatched, and every step they took seemed to make the earth tremble.

The rumbling of war drums, accompanied by the shouts of the soldiers, echoed across the plains like thunder.

The messenger rode on a war horse, galloping back and forth in front of the formation, holding the command flag high in his hand, directing the soldiers to deploy.

In the sunlight, a small number of warriors wearing iron armor reflected the dazzling light, with spears like a forest and swords like snow.

The soldiers' eyes were all filled with panic.

They didn't know why they were fighting, but they knew they were facing a life-and-death battle.

They were all looking around.

Many people were thinking about how to run to avoid the swords of the supervision team.

Where should I hide to escape?

These people are clever.

Some people even thought about pretending to be dead, wondering if the opponent would be too fierce...

Soon the supervision team came up, and some of those who were obviously looking around had been hacked to death.

At the same time, the new army of time travelers also began to deploy their troops.

Compared to humans, their soldiers are much more numb.

Just know how to operate rigidly.

The musketeers were arranged in three rows, with gaps between each row so that the next row could move forward quickly and fire after the smoke cleared.

The officers held their sabers and shouted orders to ensure that each column remained in order.

They even have artillery.

Bronze cannons were set up on both wings of the array, ready to provide long-range support in the battle.

The number of the time travelers' soldiers was smaller, less than one-third of that of the opposite side.

But their eyes were numb and they seemed to have forgotten their fear.

Of course this is fake.

Once they suffer too many casualties, they will collapse.

As the armies of both sides approached, the battle finally began.

The traversers' musketeers opened fire first.

They opened fire at the dense crowd from 500 meters away.

This is simply a massacre.

Rows of muskets fired in unison, making a deafening roar.

Bullets rained down on the classical team.

They penetrated the armor and took away a large number of lives.

The soldiers of the Gudian Chuang team fell one after another under the blows of muskets. They were shaken and collapsed within a few minutes!

"This is thunder from the sky!"

"Run!"

"I lost, I can't win!"

Rows of soldiers ran away shouting.

They shouted because they actually thought that if too many people ran away, the supervisors would not be able to catch them.

(End of this chapter)