I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

With grass rings on his head and mud smeared on his face, Zhao Xizhu suddenly got up from three meters away from Liu Mingchuan, which shocked Liu Mingchuan a lot.

"this is for you!"

Zhao Xizhu didn't say much, but took out two pairs of earplugs, put one on for himself, and handed it to Liu Mingchuan, "Trust me, you don't want to hear the next sound for the second time in your life."

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Mencius said: A gentleman is like animals, seeing them alive, he cannot bear to see them die; hearing their voices, he cannot bear to eat their flesh.Therefore, a gentleman is far away from the kitchen.

Zhao Xizhu is not a gentleman, but he is not willing to listen to the roar of these beasts in the raging flames.

This is not the benevolence of a woman, but the instinct of a Chinese person, which does not prevent him from using the most cruel means to destroy these beasts who are watching the universe.

The use of the "Li Mei Tianzhao" bomb was exactly the order issued by Zhao Xizhu.

This kind of bomb is actually the notorious white phosphorus bomb.

As a soul born in the 90s, of course Zhu Fugui has also watched the popular "Legend of the Eyes of Five Villages Fighting with Weapons".

In it, the Uchiha clan has a very powerful pupil technique called Amaterasu.

When he activates, a black flame with powerful destructive power will be ignited at the focal point of the caster's pupil, and the black flame will not disappear until the target is burned.

Zhu Fugui has reason to believe that this is actually some kind of Japanese tribute to Li Mei's barbecue.

After all, their prime minister must have bowed and presented flowers to the statue of Li Mei, and the people of Tokyo must miss Li Mei.

The indestructible properties of Amaterasu fit perfectly with the white phosphorous bomb, so Zhu Fugui took this name.

As for saying that Amaterasu was the original main god of the Japanese people, this is not a problem.

Because according to the textual research of Morishita and others, Amaterasu was originally the foot-washing maid of the Yellow Emperor and his old man, and she was also one of the "Three Thousand Royal Women of the Yellow Emperor, Flying in the Day".

Because she is a foot-washing maid, she is good at boiling foot-washing water, so it is normal for her to set fire.

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In fact, when Li Mei set fire to Tokyo and burned down a large number of wooden buildings, the bombs used were not white phosphorus bombs, but napalm bombs.

The effect of white phosphorus bombs as a weapon has actually been seriously exaggerated by various online literature.

On the modern battlefield, white phosphorus bombs are mainly used as flares and smoke bombs.

This is not because the white phosphorus bomb is banned by the United Nations, but because the white phosphorus bomb burns slowly and the absolute temperature is insufficient. It cannot cause a violent flame when used alone. Triethylaluminum stuff.

In fact, white phosphorous bombs are not considered "Incendiary Weapons".

Therefore, many countries throw white phosphorus smoke bombs to the urban areas of hostile forces during military operations, which has a similar effect to incendiary bombs.

The international treaty does not ban white phosphorus bombs, but promotes white phosphorus bombs in disguise.

Zhu Fugui didn't have a plot for white phosphorus bombs. In fact, he wanted to make napalm bombs from the very beginning, but with Daming's current chemical strength, he could only honestly use white phosphorus bombs.

The good news is that the temperature of the white phosphorus bomb is relatively low and the combustion is relatively slow. If it is to kill the target quickly and improve the efficiency of killing the enemy, it is of course a disadvantage. But if the purpose is to torture, then the white phosphorus bomb is perfect.

As Zhao Xizhu said, the most beautiful fireworks in the world are also the most terrifying demons.

The rain of fire finally fell all over the sky, and each "raindrop" didn't look scary, and even a little beautiful.

The Hu people didn't care about this at first.

After all, these fire points seem to be indistinguishable from the sparks falling from fireworks.

At most, it would burn a few scars on the skin.

But soon, things went far beyond their expectations.

The white phosphorus stained on the skin continued to oxidize and burn, showing no signs of extinguishing.

The Hu people hurriedly patted it with their hands and rolled on the ground with their bodies.

However, no matter what method is used, the burning continues.

Terrified, the barbarians began to try to escape. They bumped and rubbed against other barbarians, and the unquenchable flames infected the next person like a plague.

They howled and howled.

Eerie cries echoed across the wilderness.

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In the city of Xi'an, the people who had been up all night because of the rampage of the barbarians gathered together, preparing to deliver supplies and assist the defenders of the city as they had done in the past few days.

They are well aware of how terrifying the enemy they are facing, and what a miserable end they will face once the city is broken.

It is precisely because of united will that this ancient city can persist until now.

But tonight, the people in Xi'an were completely confused.

First came the shower of meteors and fire, followed by the cries of barbarians.

What the hell does this happen?

At this time, the first batch of civilians on duty retreated, and all the people, old and young, women and children, gathered around to inquire about the situation.

"I don't know, anyway, the barbarians are all furious, and I feel, why is this so similar to Emperor Guangwu's way? God bless!"

Xi'an is worthy of being the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties, and even the illiterate common people are familiar with the emperors of the Han and Tang Dynasties.

After a while, rumors that today's son is a great magister like Liu Xiu spread throughout the city of Xi'an.

Chapter 470 "Your Empire"

But who is today today, this is a question.

No matter how you look at that little doll in Beijing, it doesn't look like it!

Could it be Marshal Yang?

Is this the revival of the Sui Dynasty?

These days, because the imperial court has not sent a single soldier to rescue Ganshan, Du Xing'ahe, the general of the Eight Banners in Xi'an, died in battle with a large number of Eight Banners soldiers, and secret associations such as the Gelaohui in the Ganshan area have gradually become active.

Some of them encouraged Yang Yuebin to ascend the throne.

However, the latter is still not overheated, and puts all his thoughts on defending the city.

Which emperor set the sky fire?

Before these old Xi'an people could figure it out, the answer came from the night sky.

A clear female voice came from the tweeter on the airship: "Mr. Hu, I heard that if you die at the hands of a woman, you will not be able to go to heaven and enjoy 72 grapes. I'm sorry, but these bombs given by the Great Heavenly Father are made of We three sisters threw it away, I have caused you trouble, I am really sorry for causing you trouble, Smith three!"

Beichuan Jingzi's well-behaved words were like Satan's crooning. With the blessing of high-power speakers, they penetrated the wailing sound curtain and got into everyone's ears.

Those barbarians who have been simmered in the white phosphorus flames and burned through the skin and muscles, and have begun to boil the bones, have their final will broken.

Dying at the hands of women is their greatest taboo.

They frantically rushed towards their companions, wanting to share their pain and sins.

They scratched their bodies hard, tearing off pieces of flesh and blood in vain, but they couldn't get any comfort.

Finally, they gradually calmed down, and their bodies curled up, getting tighter and tighter, and finally turned into a stiff coke.

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Dewu five years October 27th.

For most of the people in Ming Dynasty, it was an ordinary day.

The sky is clear and the weather is pleasant.

Apart from the fact that there seemed to be more banners saying "Work hard, serve God, pay taxes and increase production, protect our Ming Dynasty", "Russians are fierce, serve as soldiers, be proud of the Han Lang, defend the country and join the army", life is not different.

The war against Russia, which was thousands of miles away, did not cause obvious pressure on the lives of the people of Ming Dynasty.

This morning, His Majesty Zhu Fugui got up at exactly nine o'clock as usual, got dressed under the service of Concubine Lan, and then went to the imperial toilet to brush his teeth and wash his face in a daze.

Then, Lao Li commanded the Zhaoyis to deliver breakfast to Lord Long Live.

And massage the shoulders to relieve the muscle strain caused by last night's exercise.

After breakfast, Zhu Fugui walked to the second floor of Zhaixing Building, and went to his exclusive office through the corridor.

After listening to reports from Jinyiwei and Dongchang as usual, Zhu Fugui gave important instructions on domestic intelligence work, especially the anti-corruption inspection work of the Great Salt Lake Artemia Project.

[Red Woodpecker] has uncovered a few corrupt elements who have extended their evil claws to Long Live God's money.

This time, they were not sent to the Aleutians, but were packed and sent directly to Alaska, which was farther and colder.

With the Ming Polar Expeditionary Force sweeping the hairy holes in Liting, Alaska, the potato farming industry in Alaska is in great need of talents like them.

After spending a lot of time dealing with matters related to the rule of imperial secret agents, Zhu Fugui rang the bell and asked Hirobumi Ito to send a day's official documents as usual.

This competent Huang Menling brought a troublesome thing.

This is a telegram from Cao Mengde in Germany, An Lushan in Europe, and Zhu Fugui's old friend Otto Edward Leopold von Bismarck.

The content of the telegram is only one sentence: "My dear His Majesty the Emperor, I would like to express my most sincere greetings to you. In addition, friends from Istanbul would like to meet you through me, if you are willing."

Although there are only two short lines, Zhu Fugui can already imagine Bismarck's dilemma.

Since the Prussian-Austro-Prussian War, Prussia and Ottoman, a pagan country, have been flirting with each other.

In order to deal with the common enemy, the Habsburgs, the descendants of the Teutonic Knights, talked and laughed happily with the Ottoman Sultan.

But now, with the rise of the Prussian army, it has become increasingly clear that the navy is unable to confront Britain and France, and its relationship with Ottoman, who guards the main eastern route, has become closer.

In fact, in Minpu’s pork diplomacy, many important products were transported to Prussia by land, bypassing Ottoman in order to avoid being intercepted by Britain and France.

The Prussians and the Ottomans were very close, so it was logical that the Ottomans wanted to find Zhu Fugui through Bismarck's relationship.

Of course Zhu Fugui knew why the Ottomans came looking for him.

These guys might have scolded themselves bloody in the newspaper.

It's just that the public opinion field in today's world can be described as "the martial arts are supreme, the British are full of power, and if the Ming Dynasty does not come out, who will fight for the front."

The Ottomans cursed Zhu Fugui in the newspaper with ghostly symbols. Not only did Zhu Fugui not read it, but the European powers did not reprint it at all.

It was the Russians who spent money to buy some traffic to criticize Zhu Fugui, saying that he was "a more brutal tyrant than Genghis Khan", "a terrible demon with squinting eyes", "an executioner who trampled on God", and "a man who challenged the world order". Wild Camels".

Zhu Fugui was puzzled by this statement.

What is the relationship between myself and squinting eyes?

And how do the Russians know that they are like wild camels underneath?

Could it be that they want to use Mao Mei to spy on Daming's secrets?

As a counterattack, Zhu Fugui printed a photo of himself with piercing eyes on the cover of "St. Petersburg Pictorial" at a price [-] times that of the Tsarist Russian government. The promotion below was "This devil is a bit handsome" .

There is no need to doubt how Zhu Fugui, as the leader of a hostile country, can buy the pages of St. Petersburg newspapers. I, Great Tsarist Russia, have our own national conditions here.

What's more, it has been said that Zhu Fugui is a devil, and Pictorial is considered politically correct, and is not afraid of investigation.

It's just taking Daming's money, it doesn't prove that I'm a Russian traitor!

All in all, the Russian complaints did not cause too much trouble for Zhu Fugui.

The unwilling Ottomans seem to want to question themselves face to face?

Zhu Fugui felt that they were a little naive, and their claws were too long.

Moreover, Prussia and Ming are using each other now, so there is absolutely no need to give Bismarck face.

Zhu Fugui tore up the telegram lightly, threw it into the wastebasket, smiled, and told Hirobumi Ito: "Reply to Mr. Bismarck, and say that I only know Constantinople, which is the dream of my old uncle. I have never heard of the place around, what is Istanbul, if the envoys from there want to pay tribute, they can contact Honglu Temple, and they don’t need to come to see me.”

"Yes!"

Ito Hirobumi saluted, and then ran away with short legs.

"Wait a minute!"

Zhu Fugui stopped him, and took out a stack of manuscripts from the drawer. The title was "Your Empire" in four large characters.

"I heard that the national flag of Tsarist Russia is a double-headed eagle, and the lord calls himself Caesar, which can be said to be the best per capita. If the arrangements are made, I want this novel to appear under the pillows of every Tsarist Russian lady, and be covered with their tears. , you should know what to do."

"Yes!"

Ito Hirobumi saluted with short legs together, took the manuscript with both hands, and left holding it carefully.

"Your Empire" is an interesting novel that Zhu Fugui has read before. It tells the story of the body swap between the old uncle Chongzhen and Constantine XI.

After supporting each other and winning, the old uncle Chongzhen returned to Beijing to look at the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away.