He has not lived enough

Ji Hongyue didn't care about it: "When I was a child, I was thinking about how to tear it down and rebuild it;

Ji Hongyue didn't care: "I've been thinking about how to dismantle that dilapidated place since I was a kid, and what else to rebuild?"

"But..." Ji Hongyue showed excitement, "Your gunpowder is really powerful, but there is too little, and it will disappear after a while. Is there any more to go to the northwest this time?"

Zhao Yu laughed. Sure enough, for Ji Hongyue, these things aroused his interest more, so he told him that he would not only have firearms to attack Xirong this time, but also bring a lot of them.

Seeing his eager look, Zhao Yu surprised him again.

Opening the hidden compartment of the bed, Zhao Yu carefully brought a box, and when he opened it, there was a gun inside.

With the help of many senior craftsmen, Zhou Guiyuan is even more powerful, and recently produced a batch of firearms, including a weapon similar to firearms, which made Zhao Yu amazed at the creativity of the ancients.

He has seen people try it. Although the range and damage are not comparable to modern firearms, they are already several times more powerful than top hidden weapons in this era.

"Give it to you, I'm sure you won't find the same one."

Ji Hongyue picked it up curiously, raised her eyebrows after Zhao Yu told him the effectiveness and usage of this thing, and looked at the gun a little more cautiously.

"If it's true as you said, even a person without martial arts training can kill someone from a hundred meters away without seeing it."

According to Zhao Yu's explanation, Ji Hongyue unloaded the magazine after a little fumbling, took out a bullet and weighed it in the palm of her hand, it was not heavy.

Although the artillery is very effective, it is difficult to carry and the target is large, so it is generally not used. If the imperial court strictly controls it, it will be difficult for other forces to steal it.

But the thing in his hand is different. It is exquisite and flexible, and it is easy to hide. If it spreads out, the forces of all parties will have to reshuffle the cards.

Of course Zhao Yu knew this, and he nodded: "Sooner or later, people in the world will know and use these firearms, and they cannot be hidden. It just depends on who uses them and how they use them."

"The Promise Palace is gone, but this Jianghu is not peaceful, and so is the world. Even if Xirong is destroyed this time, there will be other countries invading if it is not preserved. The land of the Jin Dynasty is rich and rich, but not all places are like this."

Zhao Yu looked out the window, "Peace in the world has never been as simple as if people don't offend me and I don't offend others."

"What I can do is to prevent the people of Dajin from being bullied by other countries, and to rely on my cousin for affairs in the world."

Ji Hongyue was really surprised. He knew that this little majesty looked fragile and unreliable, but he was actually tough and had his own ideas. Now it seemed that his plans were farther than what he thought.

Zhao Yu told Ji Hongyue earnestly again, "Your martial arts are naturally good, but you are too desperate to fight. If you really want to be plotted against one day, I can feel at ease with this thing for self-defense."

"I see, you are really more verbose than my mother..."

When Ji Hongyue lowered her head and put away the gun, she unconsciously smiled, but she muttered impatiently, yawned and lay down: "I will borrow your dragon bed to sleep for a while, my feet hurt after driving for a few days."

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he gave way to him, and Zhao Yu also lay down beside him. In the darkness, he could vaguely see the black and blue stubble on Ji Hongyue's chin, and he knew that although he said he was not happy, in fact, he went in immediately after receiving the summons. When rushing to the middle of the capital, he just stayed quietly and didn't disturb Ji Hongyue's rest.

On the next day, Zhao Yu, who was worried about Ji Hongyue, woke up early, but he had already left, leaving only a note saying that he needed to pick up some medicines in person and would rush back before the army was dispatched.

Coming and going without a trace, Zhao Yu, who was used to his style of acting, had no choice but to let him go with a helpless smile.

More than a month passed quickly. After intensive secret preparations, the grain and most of the troops had already arrived at the northwest border. Shen He was going to personally escort the firearms, bringing the first batch of soldiers and craftsmen who were trained to operate and repair them.

Subti is the most loyal and brave warrior under the new Great Khan, and he was indispensable in Xirong's previous attacks on the Great Jin.

And when the new Khan proposed to attack again in the spring, when the others were still hesitating, Mu Gu was the first to lead the tribe to join. Now that the army is going south, he is also one of the pioneers.

Now he leads a detachment of 5000 people to stop at the border dozens of miles away from Dajin. When the soldiers return from investigation and report that the border of Dajin is lax and almost no one is patrolling, Mu Huan sneers.

In his opinion, these Jin people are lambs that have been raised in captivity for a long time. The pens and food have made them forget the danger of wild animals. Xirong has not attacked for a few years, so they think they are safe.

As for the etiquette and benevolence that Jin people talk about, I admire or even sneer at it. The grassland has always been dominated by the weak and the strong, so what's the use of talking about it?

If Xirong had the conditions of Dajin, they would have trampled their horseshoes all over the world long ago!

"Boss, the people of Jin have always been cunning, isn't it a trick to deceive us by being so unprepared?" the subordinate asked.

Subti shook his head: "It's spring now, and those Jin people are busy planting seeds, and the hoarding troops on the border are no exception. In their eyes, farming is the most important thing in the world, and..."

"Da Jin has replaced a young boy as the emperor. I heard that he can't even ride a horse. I think these Jin people are not as good as the next generation."

There is another point that he didn't say. The Shen family army, the most threatening in the Jin army, returned to the capital last year. As for the other Jin people, they are nothing to fear in his eyes, they are just soft-footed shrimps.

"Send the message to rest in place, tie the horseshoes with cushions, and sneak into Dajin in the middle of the night according to the plan."

Although his subordinates still had some doubts, but Subti was the coach who had attacked Dajin many times and knew the Jin people quite well, so he chose to obey and immediately took orders.

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, the dark Xirong vanguard army crossed the border and entered the territory of Dajin without encountering any obstacles.

Xirong's army is of course more than this one, because the goal of gathering together is too obvious. According to the original plan, they are divided into dozens of waves, led by their respective leaders to enter from different borders, and then merged into one.

In this way, even after the Jin people found out, they had already joined forces with Mali, who was waiting outside the border to be led by the Khan, and quickly attacked and took down these important places on the border, and then used this as a base to rectify the troops, and captured the entire Xiyang state capital on the border.

This is also Xi Rong's usual method of attacking the Jin Dynasty. Although it is simple and rude, it is also extremely effective, because they are not like Jin people who care about the front and the back, destroying one place and then going to the next one. Anyway, this is not theirs. The people of the country earn money even if they grab a grain of rice.

Based on this experience, Subti feels that this attack on the Great Jin is no different from the past——

If they had to say yes, they would have to be more fierce and quicker. After all, the snowstorm last winter was so severe that almost all the cattle and sheep froze to death. Their wives and children were still at home waiting for them to return home in triumph and live a good life.

"Chief, there is a county seat ahead!"

When the sky was about to light up, his subordinates came to report, and Subti was watching from his horse. Sure enough, there were a few scattered houses not far away, and further ahead was the city wall.

After a while of spirit, Subti asked the team to rest on the spot for a while, and then led the team forward on horseback.

At this moment, when the city gate was just opened, a few farmers carrying their burdens and going to the town to sell their goods were walking, when they suddenly heard the sound of soldiers and horses behind them, and when they looked back, they shouted in shock, "The people of Xirong are coming!" , dropped the burden and ran to the city.

Subti laughed, he didn't even bother to let his subordinates shoot those people, anyway, when they captured this small city, all Jin people would die.

Naturally, the soldiers guarding the city gate also saw the Bo Xirong people, and immediately lit smoke and beat drums as a warning, but it was too late, and a large group of Xirong people rushed in on horseback.

"Warriors of Xirong, the grain, gold and silver of the Jin people who conquered this city are yours! Kill them all!"

Xu Bu raised his voice, his contempt for the Jin people and his desire for food, grass and property made him consciously or unintentionally ignore the inconsistencies in the city, and he led the team into the city gate first, followed by other Xirong soldiers like following the leader. The flocks of sheep also scrambled to be the first to rush into the city.

When most Xirong people entered the city, Subti finally noticed something was wrong.

The city is too quiet and too open.There were no people fleeing in panic, nor soldiers guarding and fighting, but only the clansmen shouting excitedly and horseshoes neighing.

Subtila stopped his horse, raised his head and looked around the city, subconsciously wanting to catch something. Many images flashed in his mind, and finally they were fixed on the faces of the soldiers from Jin who sounded the drums to warn them before entering the city. .

The Jin man’s expression was tense, and the beating of the drum was urgent and dense. Subti thought it was nervousness and fear, but at this moment he suddenly realized that it was not fear, but the hidden hunter saw that the prey was about to fall into the trap. When the excitement suppressed.

"withdraw!"

It was too late to think about Subti shouting loudly, but it was already too late.

"Bam—"

With a loud noise that was deafening like thunder, the ground trembled violently. In an instant, flames, thick smoke and gravel came from all directions. The Xirong people who were screaming just now were knocked to the ground by the sound waves, and the big horses also fell to the ground. Startled and ran around.

Subti is a self-proclaimed warrior, but under this earth-shattering change, he also pales in horror. His horse has followed Xu Buti into the battlefield for many years, and he has long been accustomed to the sound of swords and swords. At this time, he is also throwing his neck back desperately, his eyes rolled up. The boss neighed, desperately trying to break free and run around.

Subti tried his best to calm his mount so that it didn't fall off, but more Xirong people were not so lucky.

They were either overturned to the ground and their lives were unclear, or they were thrown on the ground by crazy horses and trampled on the ground. What Subti saw and heard was the wailing of blood from the clansmen.

A piece of gravel flew from nowhere and hit her face, warm liquid flowed into Subti's eyes, he touched it in a daze, it was all blood, because of the loud noise just now, her ears were buzzing and she was dizzy Strings, but at the moment I can't care about much, I wiped my face casually and shouted:

"Don't panic! Stand up—"

The clansmen naturally knew that they had to hurry up and control the horse, but how easy was it?

The frightened horse ran around and ran wild, causing the Xirong people who were lucky enough not to fall off the horse to fall to the ground, including Subti himself.