[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

The ancient night is really too lonely.

With a wave of Wu Gong's hand, almost the entire town's power supply was cut off. Even the government center only kept the power supply for the monitoring and core offices, and told them not to turn on and off the lights.

From the day they traveled to this different time and space, it seemed that night could only be used for sleeping.

The fun of the past, because the TV, mobile phone and other equipment are all paralyzed, basically all disappeared.

In order to protect core documents and property, the people in the office arranged shifts on duty.

At the beginning, there were people reading books beside the candles, and then all the mahjong and playing cards that were forgotten in the corner were turned out.

The night watchman is like this, and the people in the town can't sleep.

They knew that they didn't know what was going on outside, and they didn't dare to go out at night.

Most of the men sleep in the new dormitory temporarily assigned to them. After receiving intensive training, they hardly have time to think too much. At night, they snore like thunder. While sleeping, they are wary of the assembly whistle.

And women and children will chatter a lot, or shed tears or sigh and smile.

The lights in the town were all scattered and sparse like fireflies, but it finally made the night quiet.

Only one person not only did not sleep, but also tried to pull people to work overtime.

"Liu Xi." Qian Fan said with a dark face, "Are you a devil?"

"Listen to me—" Liu Xi waved his hand and said, "I know it's two o'clock in the morning, but there is something that can help you."

Qian Fan touched his unshaven stubble, only glanced at him, and turned to change out of his pajamas.

Liu Xi drove the car around the town twice, and stopped beside an unremarkable warehouse.

"What's in here?" Qian Fan illuminated the vicinity with a flashlight, frowned at the banner next to him, and said, "Where are the contraband concentrated?"

"Yeah." Liu Xun took out a bunch of keys from the back seat, and motioned him to point the flashlight at him: "Come closer."

He squinted his eyes and looked around for a long time, finally found a copper key, and opened the shutter door.

The dust came out in a puff, causing the two of them to sneeze at the same time.

"Let me think about what can be used-fireworks?"

"These can be used to deal with the Jin Kingdom's cavalry," Qian Fan shook his head and said, "In a big city like Yangzhou, I think there must be fireworks every year and festival, and people will not be surprised."

"Then, large explosives?" Liu Zi pondered: "Blow him up half of Yangzhou City, and then we will use excavators to rebuild?"

Qian Fan thought that the Buddha might come to talk to him in the middle of the night, so he rubbed his face and said, "Just leave it to me to plan the siege. I've already written half of the plan..."

"No," Liu Xi turned to look at him and said, "Tell me, what do you need?"

need……

Qian Fan looked at his peach blossom eyes, and said truthfully, "Smoke bomb?"

Although Qian Fan had indeed killed someone, he knew that if he could do it, most people couldn't.

Almost all the people in this town were born in peaceful times, and they seem to be in good condition now. When it comes time to wipe other people's necks, not many of them may be able to bear such a thing in their hearts.

Therefore, it is a very important technical task to disintegrate the opponent's combat capability without carrying out massacres.

Smoke bombs can firstly blur the current field of vision and distant view, and secondly, they can stimulate people's mouth, nose and eyes, which can be said to be very practical.

"The police station has these things, but there aren't enough of them." He sighed and said, "Song Dacheng has eight front and rear gates, so there must be more than ten or twenty."

Liu Xi blinked, obviously thinking of a countermeasure.

"It's easy to say, the composition of smoke bombs is generally yellow phosphorus and tin tetrachloride." He walked out with a large bunch of keys, and his tone was much lighter: "If you make [-], about four or five days will be enough." .”

This time Qian Fan was stunned, and hurriedly followed him, "What do you mean?"

"There are two high schools in our town." Liu Xi lowered the shutter and said unhurriedly: "If I remember correctly, there are several winners in the national chemistry competition in the town this year—their instructors Teacher, I can definitely borrow it to help you."

"You want to concentrate on making smoke bombs in the school—" the man with a rough face said in surprise, "Liu Xi, those are children!"

"You can also make tear gas bombs and flash bombs." Liu Xi sat back in the driver's seat and motioned for him to come over quickly: "In terms of professionalism and familiarity with these chemicals-do you think it's those temporary soldiers who understand, or these test takers? Genius understands”

The car was quiet for a few seconds before Qian Fan sighed and said, "It's really you."

"However," he paused, looked at the night sky outside the windshield and the stars as fine as a silver veil, and said slowly, "You brought me out in the middle of the night, it must not be just for this reason."

Liu Xi, he would not do this kind of thing in terms of his identity and the overall situation.

Qian Fan had cooperated and contacted him many times in the past, and he valued this young young man quite a bit.

Although he occasionally has a sullen face on weekdays and may not answer the phone when he is busy, he is very sensible in private, neither making people feel overstepped, and being close like an acquaintance in a short period of time.

Being able to do this is probably inseparable from tutoring and emotional intelligence.

"I feel that from the day you went to attack Yangzhou, I will start working overtime."

Liu Xi is not in a hurry to drive, and it seems that he has no destination at the moment.

It is not enough to pick up teachers and students to make tear gas bombs at what time in the morning.

Holding the steering wheel with both hands, he said slowly, "It's fine if there's no overtime pay. The key is that once it starts, it won't end."

Qian Fan didn't answer his words, just smiled and lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

He knew the meaning hidden in Liu Zi's words.

If I took these hundreds of people to Yangzhou, success or failure would be a completely new question.

If it fails, the family members and residents in the town must be appeased, how to control public opinion, and what to do when Yangzhou City calls to seek revenge, all are unknown.

If he wins, the problem... will be even more troublesome.

He Liu Xi, where should he sit?

In the past, he was just a mayor who was assigned after the exam. He only had to listen to the arrangements of the Central Council of Elders and lead the town out of poverty and become rich.

But now, the Council of Elders no longer exists, the House of Light no longer exists, and he is the leader and the person in charge.

Jiangyin swallowed Yangzhou, and the population would surge to more than 15, and he would have to take over the aborigines and defenders there, so he, Liu Xi, would have to change his identity.

become king?Or the elders of the Senate?

What about other officials?He, Qian, is also named a general?

"After I've smelled your second-hand smoke, I'll go back and continue to write the corresponding system plan." Liu Xi just lowered his head and smiled, as if accepting everything frankly, sniffing the strong and deep smell of smoke in the air, and said slowly: "You didn't say a word to me?"

Qian Fan only glanced at him, and continued to smoke quietly.

Men don't need that much communication.

What's more, even if he doesn't communicate, Liu Xi still understands what he means.

Early the next morning, the chemistry laboratory of Mingrui Middle School was contracted by the government.

Four top chemistry students from middle and high schools were summoned, and senior and special chemistry teachers were also recruited.

Liu Xi was still working overtime in the office, and only Qian Fan came to explain the needs as Party A of the military department.

At the beginning, the teachers sensed his rough and solemn demeanor, and they were a little cautious and cautious.

But when Shinichi talked about the request for tear gas and smoke, those gentle scholars wearing glasses immediately felt as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

The blackboards on all four sides were densely written with chemical equations. The students were instructed to run around, move out all the things used for preparation, and began to wash the beakers and wipe the table.

At the beginning, Qian Fan was the focus and center of everyone, but then a few chemistry teachers started arguing with each other. Several people wrote and erased on the blackboard with chalk, arguing about the way sulfur trioxide participated in the reaction and the way it burned. The carrier composition of the bomb.

The mighty and ferocious chief of the police station, Mr. Qian Fan, finally stood beside them silently, not daring to say a word.

Why did this group of scholars quarrel more fiercely than the other...

The playground was also temporarily requisitioned to observe the burning effect of the semi-finished product.

A group of students and teachers stood there watching the faint sparks and expanding smoke, and some subconsciously urged: "Take notes! I have said this reaction three or four times before!"

Qian Fan stood among the teachers, trying to find a sense of presence: "I think the burning effect is very good."

"There is a problem with the ignition point! The smoke concentration is wrong!" The teacher completely forgot his identity, and drove the children into the laboratory with a wave of his hand: "Go back and change it!"

……Fine.