As a salted fish, I was forced to become the teacher of all ages

Hua Manlou didn't know how the people in the city would evaluate him, but now that the matter was approaching, he was a little nervous.

Although today's event is called a competition, it is actually no different from a small-scale war. After all, he is just an ordinary time traveler. Hozen or something, can you not be nervous when encountering such a thing?

He had read some novels in his previous life. Many authors threw a young man who was born in the New Heaven and grew up under the red flag into the world of the law of the jungle where the weak can eat the strong, and then turned it into a game of killing and decisively killing people without any transition. Strongman... Well, you can say that this is the bonus of the traverser, but here in Huamanlou, he can suppress the fear in his heart and stand here. Some twitches.

Taking a deep breath of the tension in his heart, Hua Manlou turned his head and poked at Huang Zichao, who had a calm expression on his side: "Brother Huang, you haven't married yet, have you?"

Huang Zichao took a look at Hua Manlou, and said a little embarrassedly: "Under the bid...not married."

"Why aren't you married yet?"

Huang Zichao seemed a little embarrassed to say: "This... Mark Gaotang passed away early, and I was busy with military affairs, so I forgot about it, so..."

Hua Manlou was happy: "You can forget all this? I thought you wanted to learn from Huo Qubing. The Huns are still alive, so why do you call yourself home?"

After a pause, Hua Manlou turned his gaze to the direction of the Oirats: "After this visit, I will ask someone to tell you a matchmaker...Forget it, it seems unlucky to say this."

After saying a few words, Hua Manlou realized that he seemed to be planting a death flag for Huang Zichao, so he immediately changed his style of painting: "If you don't go back to your hometown, you'll be fine, probably...well, don't say you want to go back to your hometown to get married. "

Huang Zichao: "???"

After talking nonsense, Hua Manlou finally calmed down. At this moment, a drumbeat sounded, and Hua Manlou pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist with a glint in his eyes: "Form up, prepare to meet the enemy!"

The two sides have already made an appointment, the first drum is ready, and the second drum is the fight.

Looking at the Oirat cavalry on the other side of the horizon, the teenagers lined up in three rows familiarly, loaded the bombs, and lit the prepared matchlocks.Huang Zichao stood beside the drum stand and instructed the teenagers to shoot with the sound of the drum.

As for Qi Wanrong...

She had put aside Fang Tian's painting halberd long ago, and imitated the youngsters to load the firecrackers and prepare the matchlocks. She did not show any fear, but was vaguely excited...

Hua Manlou tried his best to ignore the sense of disobedience brought by this guy. He pointed the tip of his sword obliquely at the ground and looked into the distance silently, but a strange thought suddenly popped up in his heart: what if there was a telescope right now?Also, if we are going to fight against cavalry in the future, we should dig a trench, not to mention things like tripping horses and repelling horses, right?And the landmines don't seem to be very difficult to make...

Thinking of this, Huamanlou couldn't help but secretly scolded himself for being mentally retarded: What are you thinking about to meet the enemy?And even if you can do it, you can't do it all the time, can you?I want to be a literati!

At this time, no one moved from the Oirat side or the Huamanlou side, even the people on the city wall shut their mouths and widened their eyes.The soldiers of the Fifth Army Battalion standing far away on both sides were silent, the flags in their hands fluttered in the cold wind, and the air seemed to freeze.

At this moment, the second drum sounded.

Hua Manlou took a deep breath: "Raise the gun!"

The teenagers in the first row raised their firecrackers in the direction of the Oirats in unison, without shaking their hands at all.This is one of their daily training. Although Huamanlou hasn't added any sandbags and bricks to them, after all, the teenagers come from farming households, so they have strength. Lifting this thing is no more laborious than handling farm tools.

On the Oirat side, Erstum led the team himself.

Hearing the sound of the drum, Erstum drew his sword and pointed straight ahead. After shouting 'Hurree', the cavalry slowly urged their horses and began to accelerate. (Sounds the same as hula. It is said that Maozi’s Ula came from here. After all, they were also beaten by Bo’er~)

The distance of five miles is exactly the effective distance for the cavalry to charge. The Oirats slowly increased their speed to the extreme. They shouted and pulled out their scimitars and swung them in the air. This was to accumulate strength and to enhance their momentum.

On the other hand, no one moved from Huamanlou's side, and the teenagers just indifferently raised their firecrackers and pointed towards the direction of the cavalry.

One side is full of momentum, and the sound of hunting horseshoes comes, there is a soul-stirring sense of chilling; while the other side is as quiet as a sculpture, as if there is no murderous look at all.

Someone on the city wall began to make high-minded remarks again: "A mantis is like a cart, and he is beyond his control!"

"Hua Manlou's death is not a pity, but what mistake did these three hundred young men make to prevent disaster for him?"

"From my perspective, the firearms of the Shenji Camp are as thick as an arm. On the other hand, the firearms of this new army are as thin as a finger. It is useless to think about it..."

"Cavalry is invincible in land battles, so what are firearms?"

"Even the Battle of Datong, it was nothing more than throwing that thunderbolt on the city, and this firecracker was heard to be in danger of exploding, how dare they use it to fight cavalry?"

"Look at Huamanlou, didn't you get frightened?"

These taunting words couldn't reach Huamanlou, so they couldn't affect his mentality. He squinted at the direction where the Oirats were rushing, and kept calming himself while calculating the distance.

Emperor Guangxing, who had been carefully watching the movement under the city, nodded slightly, looked back at Uncle Huai'an and said, "After all, he is a general, don't panic when things happen, Huamanlou has the style of Aiqing in the past!"

Uncle Huai'an hurriedly bowed to express that he didn't dare to do it, but he was relieved and worried at the same time, and at the same time he was very angry: the words that ridiculed Huamanlou had already reached him, and at this moment he only wanted to beat these idiots with the soles of his shoes. mouth……

As for the corners of the city wall, there are some people who agree with Emperor Guangxing: "The so-called order to treat chaos, and calm to wait for chaos, this is the one who controls the heart. In terms of the stability of the army, Huamanlou is no less than a famous general." gone."

The young man next to the girl disguised as a man looked bleak: "I don't know if Hua Manlou is a famous general, but I know that if the Wala people rush in front of him, he will definitely die, and if he doesn't leave, my brother will also die." .”

The girl ignored him, and just looked directly at the city: "It's less than two miles away, and Huamanlou hasn't moved yet..."

Before the girl finished speaking, Hua Manlou swung his sword and shouted, "Get ready!"

Huang Zichao beat the drum three times, and the teenagers firmly held their fingers on the trigger—although it was not a spontaneous attack, it was still very simple to make a simple mechanism to fix the burning match to ignite the gunpowder when the trigger was pulled. , This is what Xishan Wei is currently using.

At this time, the cavalry were approaching a mile, and the sound of horseshoes and the roar of the Oirats came together, and the momentum faintly reached its peak.

(Crazy coding~~See you at 23.59 tonight~)

Testimonials

The third book to hit the shelves, eh.

First of all, I would like to say sorry to the bosses who have always supported me. After all, since the end of "Supporting Role" in April and May last year, I have been saying that I will code new books and update them, but two books have closed down in a row...

And both of them have struggled to reset...

The previous book was written by myself. I wrote a sci-fi article that didn't go well. I originally thought that it was to fill in the pitfalls of the first book that failed to sign the contract, but it collapsed.

the next one...

In fact, it’s a pity, although it’s a completely different story, but the mentality of being accused of plagiarism can easily collapse. After the reset, it’s even more rubbish, and because of my body, I don’t even want to start writing after I come back...

No matter what, it was all my own painstaking effort. If I hadn't randomly written the Suzerain's adjustment after the writing collapsed, I guess I might have given up writing the book.

But in general, I still adjusted it, and this is how I got this book.

……

Tell me about this book.

This book doesn't match the style of SF at all. Someone said it was like reading a certain article.

But in fact, I think that reading a book is just for fun, whether it is a light novel or an online article, it is good if you can smile knowingly or slap the table and laugh wildly when reading a certain passage.

What's more, the light novels are originally from the east, and according to the beating nature of the Chinese culture, under normal circumstances, it will not take long after they are taken to become their own style - from Hufu riding and archery all the way to learning barbarian skills and so on. Zhiyi, the ancestors are the best at doing this, aren't they?

then……

There are two rather tangled places.

One is the problem of the harem.

Before, I was used to releasing all the girls early, but it turned out that many of them couldn't even remember their names, so this time the plan was to appear in batches, so as to make their personalities more distinct.

Another problem is the commonplace textual research.

To be honest, it took time and effort to make an overhead history instead of directly using the background of the Ming Dynasty. One is to prevent the background from restricting the play, and the other is to consider the matter of textual research. After all...

People say that history is like that, anyone can do it, so if you play it according to strict textual research, it is better to read history books.

Moreover, there are bound to be various BUGs in historical farming articles, but when you play a game, there are frequent BUGs. The front line of writing articles is so long, there must be some weird places, please bear with me on this part.

Of course, the logic of the story will definitely not go wrong, and it will definitely not be written indiscriminately, and it will not be forced to feed, nor will it be too bloody.

Still the same sentence, what I expect is to write a book that everyone can flip through in their spare time, which is easy to read, and can be flipped through a few more times, so it is similar to forcing X to force X, forcefully lowering intelligence in general Neither would exist, at least for plausible reasons.

This is also the reason for the slow update. After all, everyone can tell if you don't care, right?

……

This book is expected to be more than 300 million, and the students who are about to add more, wait until the 200 million words are fully paid off, I really don’t want to owe a book, and I’m coding in my dreams, this pressure...

In this way, I still hope that everyone will support this book, thank you, old man~

94. Bah bah bah bah!

Under the slanting sun of winter, the knight on horseback is wearing leather armor and a leather cap. The long knife in his hand glows coldly in the sun, which is breathtaking.

The three hundred iron cavalry rolled forward like a flood breaking a bank, unstoppable.

da da da da...

The hoofbeats became more and more urgent, and the hooting sounds became louder and louder.

Even the people who were talking nonsense just now were a little suffocated when they saw this. They looked at the torrent and couldn't say anything.

It is said that the Mongolian iron cavalry is terrifying, how many have you seen with your own eyes?The scholars just sat with their knees tucked up, smiling proudly at the wind and the moon, sitting and discussing, no one could match them, but after seeing the array of cavalry charging, they were speechless.

How can a body of flesh and blood resist such power?

Even though they were standing on the city, even though the cavalry was still far away from the city wall, even though they knew that the other party would not be able to charge up the city wall, the livers of this group of people who had been talking so eloquently still trembled a little. All shivering - this is by no means frozen.

Ordinary infantry... even cavalry would not dare to strike the front of such a charging cavalry array at a standstill-everyone knows that the impact of cavalry cannot be stopped no matter what.But the people in Huamanlou still stood firmly at the bottom of the city, without moving. The queue of 300 people was like a dam, firmly blocking the torrent, even though they seemed to be broken at the touch of a finger.

Some conscientious people have already begun to worry about Huamanlou and the three hundred young men under the city. Lou is his own person...

One of Xungui's nephews even said this with great emotion: "No matter how bad Huamanlou was in the past, today he has not disgraced the Wuxun family, he is a man!"

Rao was the Emperor Guangxing who had the most confidence in Huamanlou. He couldn't help but sit up straight when he saw the Oirat cavalry rushing towards him. At this moment, he even felt a little regretful: Although the new firecrackers were sharp, they had never been proven on the battlefield. As a result, putting Huamanlou on the line of fire this time, isn't it... a bit Menglang?

However, it is impossible to call a stop now, Da Zhao can't afford to lose face, and Emperor Guangxing and Hua Manlou can't bear the pressure after calling a stop, so at this time, we can only wait for the result of the matter - even if it is a one-touch collapse The result is OK.

Just when the Oirat cavalry in a dense formation barely entered the range of one mile, Hua Manlou shouted angrily: "Fire!"

Most of the people in the city were stunned: Open fire at such a distance?What about trouble?

An earl who had done some research on firecrackers slapped his thigh fiercely: "You idiot! You can't hit it if you fire it so far away, but before the next round of medicine is loaded, the Oirats have already rushed in front of you, so how can you fight then? "

But before he finished speaking, the teenagers had already pulled the trigger.

blah blah blah...

The sound of this firecracker was louder than anyone had ever seen before, and it was much clearer. Hundreds of firecrackers were fired almost at the same time, and a puff of smoke immediately rose from the city.

As the earl said, it is true that ordinary firecrackers cannot hit a mile away - firecrackers have to be divided into effective range and lethal range. For example, the three-eyed guns in the Ming Dynasty generally had a range of 300 meters. , The killing range is about 200 meters.

But the problem is that what Huamanlou uses is not the three-eyed blunderbuss, nor the broken metal of Shenjiying, but Xishan (semi-finished version).

It has been tested before that Nishiyama is still lethal at a distance of 300 meters, so what is the lethal range and actual range of Nishiyama?

Around 350 meters and around 600 meters.

So why did Huamanlou shoot when the Oirats had just entered one mile, that is, 500 meters? (In order to make it less cloudy for everyone to see, here is still calculated in modern units of measurement, don't get into it)

Not to mention the time difference between ordering and firing, nor the delay of the matchlock trigger, anyone who has ridden a motorcycle...even a cyclist knows that a small bug flying while riding can hurt life, and Can dodge like a conditioned reflex, so what about hitting a bullet while riding a horse?

Having said that, the killing range of 350 meters does not mean that the bullet will not kill after 350 meters. This thing is a process of gradual reduction-it still hurts to be hit by a slingshot tens of meters away, let alone a firecracker?

So just as the earl said his regrets, an incredible scene happened. The originally neat cavalry formation suddenly became a little chaotic.This is definitely not a disturbance caused by the frightened horses. After all, the Oirats had already deafened the horses. How could the war horses be confused because of this sound?

And through the smoke produced by the firecrackers, a few sharp-eyed people saw that a few people from the Oirat side suddenly fell off their horses, and those people caused the disturbance.

Falling off their horses under such intensive cavalry charge would naturally end up being trampled to death by the horses.

But what the knowledgeable people pay attention to is not this at all, but for the first time, they cast their eyes on the slender firecracker in the hands of the teenagers: How can this firecracker hit so far?

Even those who are not very knowledgeable can't help but be stunned when they see this scene: people look a little blurry from a distance of one mile, but the salvo of these hundred people is almost equivalent to scattering, and it is not unreasonable to hit the target by accident. How strange.But what is strange is that there is still damage at such a distance!

And the teenagers didn't even care about the results of the battle, nor did they consider who hit the enemy. Hua Manlou said that it should be the same as the training, so they behaved as they did during the training: the first row retreated to reload, the second row Shooting, the third row is ready, and so on.

The sound of dense firecrackers rang together, immediately covering up the piercing hooves of the Oirat cavalry.

It has to be said that although the first round of shooting caused little battle damage, the dense array of cavalry was really blocked.

Er Situmu's teeth were about to crack. He never expected that the opponent would open fire at such a distance; what's more, he could hit at this distance!

He is not unfamiliar with firearms, and he even knows more about firearms than most Han people. After all, his ancestors were beaten by firearms in the early years, right?

However, it was the firecrackers of the Shenji Camp who beat his ancestors back then, and the firecrackers of the Shenji Camp were also released under the protection of other arms, and the distance was quite close. Can it hurt someone?

But just because he knew about firecrackers, Erstum felt relieved. He also thought that Hua Manlou was an idiot: After one round of shooting, it would take a long time to reload, and by then we would have rushed in front of you!

Er Situm gritted his teeth, raised the scimitar in his hand and shouted again: "Hurree!!!"

Under the rage, the Oirats' aura did not weaken, but strengthened, as if someone had added a bloodthirsty spell or something.They all had red eyes, raised their scimitars high, roared loudly, and kept pushing their horsepower to the limit, rushing down the city.

however……

Bah bah bah bah!

Amid Erstum's astonished expression, the firecrackers rang again.