The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 135 This is the Laoshan General Cannon

Yue Wenxuan turned around and faced Luo Jiandang again: "I admire your dedication to your duties, but have you ever thought about what will happen if the Jin thieves go south this time?"

Luo Jiandang: "Please give me some advice, Your Majesty."

Yue Wenxuan: "Zong Ze is dead. This time the Jin invaders march south, Tokyo will surely fall. The Song court will retreat south, hiding south of the Yangtze River. From now on, all the land north of the Yangtze River will belong to the Jin invaders. Today's Shandong will be like northern Hebei yesterday, and will become Jin territory. This Zhaoyuan gold mine that you are desperately guarding will soon become a Jin mine. You refuse to hand over the mine to me to fight against the Jin, but wait until all of Shandong falls before handing it over to the Jin invaders?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Luo Jiandang's face changed color.

In fact, he was not the only one whose face changed color. Everyone present, except Yue Wenxuan himself, changed color.

They all knew that the Jin thieves were very powerful and the imperial court could not defeat them.

But they all believed that the Jin thieves would invade the south, burn, kill and loot, and then go back. No one thought that the Jin thieves would divide the river and rule with the Song Dynasty.

Strange silence...

After a while, Luo Jiandang said, "This statement is completely groundless and alarmist."

Yue Wenxuan: "Even after a duck dies, its beak remains hard. Luo Jiandang's face was clearly black just now, but now he's trying to force himself to say that I'm exaggerating. Your voice is even shaking."

Luo Jiandang's voice was actually trembling. "No matter what you say about something that hasn't happened yet, I cannot act based on it. What if the thieves are like last time and just go back after stealing?"

Yue Wenxuan: "Well, you have a point. We cannot use things that haven't happened yet as a basis for action."

At this point, he suddenly changed the subject: "But you've got one thing wrong. I don't necessarily need your consent to take over the gold mine. To hold on to it, you need the help of your Imperial Guards and all the miners. And what I just said wasn't just for you, it was actually for all your subordinates."

Luo Jiandang suddenly woke up and quickly turned to look at the people around him.

The faces of the imperial guards were all black, and they were obviously frightened.

The miners were even worse. The less knowledgeable a person was, the more likely they were to believe what others said. Moreover, Yue Wenxuan wasn't just making random guesses, but rather "predicting the future." Almost every one of them believed what he had just said, thinking to themselves: "Are all the mines we've saved going to end up in the hands of the gold thieves? Why bother holding on to them? We might as well hand them over to the prince and use them to fight the Jin."

Once such thoughts begin to germinate, it is difficult to control them.

Thoughts grow like weeds.

However, this is not enough. Their long-term obedience to the supervising officials makes them dare not turn against them so easily.

They also need a little critical stimulation.

Yue Wenxuan waved his hand and said to Wu Jialiang, "Pull out the Crouching Tiger Cannon and give them a demonstration."

Wu Jialiang smiled and nodded. He had been eager to show off his new weapon for a long time. Now that he had received the order, there was no reason not to quickly take it out and show it off. He turned to the archers and shouted, "Hurry and prepare the Laoshan General Cannon."

Yue Wenxuan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. You gave this name to a 36-jin Little Tiger squat cannon?
The archers separated to both sides and pushed out a small cannon from the back. This cannon was only 36 pounds, and a single soldier could actually carry it on his shoulders, but Yue Wenxuan provided Wu Jialiang with the drawings and specially equipped a vehicle for it.

This tricycle was made in a very rustic manner, without any beautiful decorations. It was pushed to the front of the formation, leaving most people confused.

Even Guan Sheng couldn't help but come over and said, "Brother, I've seen this thing in the army before. What is it used for?"

Wu Jialiang was a little proud: "You'll know when you see it."

He personally adjusted the arms of the gun carriage, flattened the muzzle of the Tiger Crouching Cannon, and aimed it at the village wall in front.

Then he ordered the archers to pour a handful of gunpowder into it.

It's a bit painful, this gunpowder was hard to come by. Jimo County's saltpeter and sulfur production is not high. They are all by-products obtained by miners from the Chengyang Coal Mine and Wangzhuang Town Iron Mine while digging. These two places don't even produce enough iron and coal, so how could there be much by-products?

Of course, the output of gunpowder was pitifully small.

Wu Jialiang even felt pain during the test firing.

After loading the gunpowder, Wu Jialiang reached out and grabbed a handful of iron bullets, and shouted to the people in the village: "Look, these are iron cannonballs. I should have loaded the cannon with these, but the prince is not here to kill people today, so I will not load iron bullets. I will replace them with stone bullets to open your eyes."

After saying this, he put down the iron bullet, picked up a handful of stones, showed them to the people in the village, and then stuffed the stone bullet into the barrel...

The people in the village were all confused. What iron bullets and stone bullets? God knows what you are doing.

"ignition!"

At Wu Jialiang's command, an archer lit the fuse, then covered his ears and stepped back a long distance.

All the archers nearby covered their ears and stepped back. In an instant, no one could be seen within several feet of the tiger squat cannon.

It turned out that after the Ming Dynasty plastic man craftsman made this cannon, he told the people around him that the cannon might explode. Once it exploded, iron pieces would fly everywhere, and all people and animals within a few feet radius would die.

With this statement in mind, who would dare to stand next to the cannon when it fires?
Everyone stayed away.

Everyone in the village was stunned. Even Luo Jiandang and the others stared blankly at the cannon, watching its fuse smoking...

"What exactly is this..."

Before Luo Jiandang could finish his sentence, he heard a loud "bang".

The Tiger Crouching Cannon fired, and a tongue of fire spurted out of the barrel, with blue smoke curling up.

Almost at the same time, a "dong dong dong" sound was heard from the wall of the village it was aimed at. A large number of stone bullets hit the wall, making a dense sound.

The guards and miners standing on that section of the wall were so frightened that their faces turned black and they ran to the side in a panic. Fortunately, the barrel of the gun was flattened and not raised, so the stone bullet hit the wall. If it was raised and aimed at the top of the wall, several guards and miners would definitely fall down.

The smoke from the Tiger Crouching Cannon curled...

Many people inside and outside the village were stunned.

Luo Jian acted stupidly, with his mouth open for a long time without closing it.

The Zhaoyuan County Magistrate's mouth was also wide open, so it should be no problem to stuff an ostrich egg in there.

Guan Sheng jumped up high and said, "My God, this thing is so powerful. Hahahaha, if I use this thing on the Jin thieves, I guarantee they will be turned into sieves, both men and horses."

Wu Jialiang was very proud: "This is the Laoshan General Cannon!"

Yue Wenxuan really couldn't call such a small cannon a childish name like "Laoshan General Cannon", so he had to keep silent, pretending to be deep, and let Wu Jialiang take over the negotiation.

Wu Jialiang opened his voice and shouted to the village: "Did you see that? I just showed mercy and didn't shoot at you. I only hit the wall. From now on, if anyone disobeys the prince's order, I will hit him. If one blow is not enough, I will hit him again. I wonder how many more blows your head can withstand?"

He blew loudly, as if he could fire a lot of cannons, but in fact, the gunpowder in his hand could only fire a few shots, and it was just a bluff.

(End of this chapter)