Chapter 33 Earth Mound

In Xue Chongxun's idea, in this kind of occasion, we need to say a few words in public, that is, a lecture.

But when he thought about the lines and started shouting, he found that the effect was not good, and most people probably couldn't hear what he was saying.

In the schoolyard, which is dozens of acres of land, the cold wind blows in the snow, and the sound of the wind affects the sound effect and there is no speaker. Even if Xue Chongxun stands on a small mound in front of him, the sound of the sound is not very impressive.

But since it was already started, he had to bite the bullet and finish the words behind it together, regardless of whether the soldiers who were far away could hear it or not.

Finally, he looked up at the flag with the word Tang flying, and said, for the Tang Dynasty and for his elders and relatives.

This moved the soldiers who heard it.

After all, people at this time rarely hear politicians' speeches and sweet words with their own ears, and they think it is true.

I don’t know if these words touched the soldiers. Perhaps many people didn’t hear them clearly at all; but at least one person was moved.This person is not a Han person, but a Xianbei person named Murong Yan.

Murong Yan saw Xue Chongxun standing on the tall mound of soil, facing a large group of Han people looking up at him intently. This scene made her feel that Xue Chongxun's figure became taller.

She didn't know the fresh and sensational tricks of such a politician. Seeing Xue Chongxun's face full of righteousness, she didn't think he was telling a story, although that was just a story.

Many ancient people believed that there were gods and awesomeness towards the unknown, so they basically did not say anything randomly.

When Murong Yan heard the low and magnetic sincere oath, she gently pursed her red lips, she was also moved and felt sour.

In her heart, the man on the mound was sincere, loyal, calm, and powerful, and with endless kindness to all living beings.

Standing under the banner of the Tang Dynasty and the heroic spirits of the ancestors, our Jiannan Army promised to be loyal to the country and be brave and brave... for the Tang Dynasty and for the sake of our own elders and relatives.

These things have no pressure on Xue Chongxun. In my memory, those who are full of thieves and prostitutes can speak with tears when raising the national flag. Loyalty and patriotism are the words that are affectionate...

So what's wrong with saying a few lines now?

Jiannan Army was a short-lived Long March athlete. Most generals were young and loyal. Some were moved to kneel down in the snow. The first time they looked up at the military flag was so emotional.

The country's fate will last forever... Some people in front shouted noisyly.Xue Chongxun pressed his sword with his hand, took off the official hat from his head, and looked around the army for a long time.

He even moved himself, but he understood that people were very complicated, especially the bureaucratic generals who were standing at the station. They might be able to sacrifice and be honest in times of crisis, but they could not stand the temptation of interests and the temptation of using people's wealth and wealth.

Murong Yan raised her head and looked at his standing figure, remembering the courage he was when he protected himself last night, and sat blankly on the horse speechless for a long time.

At this time, Xue Chongxun walked down from the mound and smiled at Fu Lu: Da Xiang saw that the Jiannan Army, who was about to station in the royal city, had strict military disciplines. It will not only not bring disaster to the Tuyuhun people, but will protect your safety.

Fu Lu also felt an invisible power of the Tang army. Just as the Khan King Murong said, he forced a smile and said: This is very good, very good.

After the bureaucratic envoys reviewed, they turned their horses back to the city. Xue Chongxun didn't care about the military affairs at all and left them to Zhang Wulang.

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Although it was early spring, it was still wind and snow outside, so Xue Chongxun naturally returned to the signing room and stayed there.

This public housing is smaller than the lobby. Just burn two basins inside and close the doors and windows to escape the cold.

Now everyone has their own things to do. Yu Wenxiao seems to have taken the people from the Military Police Department of the Intelligence Bureau to arrest the people who were in charge of the funeral; Zhang Wulang is preparing for the affairs of the Jiannan Army; while Wang Changling is reading official documents on the side, supervising the government affairs in the prefectures and counties in detail. Some people need to watch these things. On the surface, the government must reason, otherwise it will cause a political situation where black and white are not distinguished, and there will be unexpected troubles in the public grievances.

Xue Chongxun had nothing serious about it, neither caring about the army nor political affairs nor cases.

What he wants to do is to get the right people in the right position and then find ways to deal with those who are unhappy with him, such as the former governor of the State of the Shanxi Province who was cut by a knife.

He roasted for a while and took off the horizontal knife with gems on his waist, then found a white silk scarf and sat on the kang with the things.

There was a Yàn tail-shaped table on the kang. He pulled out the horizontal knife, put the scabbard on the table, picked up the white silk and began to wipe the blade finely.

This thing will not rust after a long time. It will be better to wipe it with some oil from time to time.

For state officials like Xue Chongxun, it is difficult to have the opportunity to fight in person, but if they encounter it, they will be a life of life, just like last night.

So you're a little better prepared.

And when he wipes the blade, he will have the illusion of wiping the wine glass in the bar. He feels good and feels very calm.

Suddenly, there was a gap in the blade. Xue Chongxun raised his hand and looked carefully for a while. The fighting scene at that time appeared in his mind. It was a piece that was knocked off when he blocked it with a knife. The sharper the blade, the easier it was to get damaged.

Bai Wuchang was installing the strings next to him, and everyone in broad daylight found some things to do.Seeing that Xue Chongxun was bored and tidying up his sword and doing all the trivial things, she couldn't help but smile.

At this time, when Xue Chongxun looked at the blade, he suddenly thought: The horizontal knife is very useful, but the design of this knife is flawed, and there are few blood grooves on both sides, so it is difficult to pull out if stabbed in, and it is not fatal... Seventh sister, come and grind the ink for me.

Bai Wuchang said unhappily: Haven’t you seen someone busy?

Xue Chongxun said: Hurry up, you can eat and live in the state yamen without spending money?Doing things will pay for food.

mean!

Bai Wuchang threw down the strings of the piano, stood up, knelt on the kang and grinded ink obediently.

She said she didn't want to do it, but she was actually willing to do it with Xue Chongxun, although she was just a role like a girl who was soaking ink.

Xue Chongxun unfolded the rice paper and concentrated on drawing.

The Xue family was a big family. He had come into contact with anything when he was a child. Although he was not good at painting, he still knew the basic brushwork. He still had a good look at drawing a horizontal knife.

After designing the blood tank, his thinking was inspired, and he felt that there was still great potential in the memories of his previous life.

Although telegrams, generators, steam engines and other things cannot be made, it is indeed possible to modify weapons.

With the blood groove of the horizontal knife, the lethality should be greater...

The disadvantage is that it can be easily learned by the enemy in the surrounding country, and this thing has no technical content.

He thought about it and then thought of the firearms.How to build a musket barrel?He has never learned about machinery and has not studied much about this, and he has no idea how to purify the ingredients of gunpowder.

cannon?There are also technical requirements.He suddenly thought, if there were shells that could explode, would it be practical to throw them out with a stone throwing cart?

Xue Chongxun suddenly thought of the stone fort city. Although the castle on the cliff is easy to defend and difficult to attack, if there were any red barbarian cannons from the Ming Dynasty bombardment, the fortress would only have such a large area and would probably have been blown into ruins.

The problem is that the Red Cannon is a product of the development of ballistics and other sciences to a certain extent. Xue Chongxun is impossible to create it now, and he can't get it no matter how much money he gives.

Other countries in the world are much behind the Tang Dynasty, and there is no way to talk about importing weapons.

After thinking about it carefully, he thought of the poison gas bombs with the characteristics of the Ming Dynasty, and mixed arsenic, croton, crotch red and other things into the shell and threw them into the city...

Smoke is everywhere, vomiting and diarrhea.

I'm afraid it's more effective than using people to attack?

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Xue Chongxun's mouth. Imagine the poisonous gas in the stone castle that was a little bit big, like a turtle, spread for several days, but not for several days, one month or two months?

The people inside will go crazy even if they don’t die.

However, according to the treaty signed by Tuyuhun of the Tang Dynasty, the Tuyuhun people were responsible for the responsibility for siege.

Xue Chongxun wanted to make a batch of weapons to support the Tuyuhun Army, but he thought it was to make wedding clothes for others; it would be better to let the Tang army find a way to drop bombs and let the Tuyuhun people die.

When the imperial court investigated the merits, the great achievements of Xiashibao City must be indispensable.

Xue Chongxun did what he wanted, and immediately got off the kang. I went to meet Fu Lu and discussed the specific matters.

It was not difficult to discuss this matter. The Tang army took the initiative to help them attack the city, but they didn't have any conditions. What reason do they have to refuse?

Xue Chongxun put on his boots, came out of the signing room, and went directly to Fulu's residence along the corridor.They moved into the state yard last night, and they were all in the same yard, so it was more convenient to see Fu Lu.

Suddenly, I came out of the warm sign-in room burning with charcoal fire, and my body was a little annoyed and cold when the cool breeze blew.

Xue Chongxun breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly the white mist felt like he was smoking. He pulled his two collars and speeded up.

The roof of the corridor is covered with snow, and there is a row of houses at the end. Fulu is arranged in a suite here, with both a case and a warm room.

The place is naturally narrower and older than the yard. The advantage is that it is safety, and there are people to defend it at any time in the yamen.

Xue Chongxun knocked on the door, and the door opened in a short while. Murong Yan was standing at the door.Xue Chongxun asked: Where is the great prime minister?

Murong Yan said: He took the guard out.As soon as she said that she had gone out, her expression turned out to be a little strange and her breathing seemed to be unsatisfied.

Seeing his expression, Xue Chongxun was stunned, and a slight ripples suddenly appeared in his heart.

Murong Yan lowered her head, gently pressed her chest with her fingers, and said slowly and intermittently: It’s strong wind outside, why don’t the Duke of Wei come in to avoid the cold and wait for him for a while?

Xue Chongxun was silent for a while and thought to himself: It’s no big deal to just sit down. Can I still be more feudal and old-fashioned than the people today?

So he replied: OK, I'm just discussing with him for something, so I'll wait for a moment.

After he said that, he saw Murong Yan let out the door, and gently lifted the hem of his robe and stepped into the threshold.