With a million soldiers, the empress begged me not to rebel

Emperor Touman was a bit disdainful at first, thinking that the old man was talking nonsense.

But as he listened, his expression gradually became serious, and his brows became more and more furrowed, like a knot of twisted dough sticks.

The weapons described by the old man were completely beyond his understanding of war.

It's something I've never heard of or seen before.

Although he was far away in the grassland, he knew something about the military situation in the Central Plains and was much better than this old man.

But he had never even heard of the things the old man was talking about!

If it is true as the old man said, then Shannan County is definitely not an ordinary place!

"That is to say,"

Emperor Touman sat up straight, a glint of interest in his eyes.

"That guy named Lu Yan, in just a few years, he turned a dilapidated town with a population of less than 2,000 into one with a population of one million?"

"You've reigned supreme in the heart of the Central Plains, forcibly carving out a new world, and even leaving the barbarians crying for their parents, powerless to fight back?"

Emperor Touman's tone was full of disbelief, as if he had heard something out of the ordinary, his eyes almost popping out.

The old man rubbed his hands awkwardly, a flattering smile plastered on his face.

"Yes... Your Majesty, this Lu Yan is no ordinary man. He is simply a god descended from heaven, omnipotent!"

"This time, I've brought with me two treasures seized from Shannan County—the thunder bomb and the musket!"

He waved his hand, and two strong men behind him came forward tremblingly, holding thunder bombs and muskets.

Place it carefully in front of Emperor Touman.

The two strong men were so nervous that they were shaking all over and sweating profusely.

I was afraid that if I wasn't careful, these two "artifacts" would explode.

Emperor Touman looked at the black, bumpy lump of iron in front of him.

And a thing that looked like a fire stick, my heart was pounding.

An inexplicable sense of crisis arose. Is this thing really that powerful?

Could it be that this old man is fooling me?

"how to use?"

He asked in a deep voice, doubt in his words.

"Please allow me to demonstrate this to Your Majesty. This thing is extremely powerful. Your Majesty, please move!"

The old man bowed respectfully and made a "please" gesture.

I was afraid that Emperor Touman would be blown away accidentally.

Emperor Touman nodded, stood up and walked out of the tent.

He wanted to see what this old man was up to.

The old man carefully lit the thunder bomb, and the flame shot out with a "whoosh".

The old man held his breath and threw the thunder bomb towards the open space in the distance.

"boom!"

There was a deafening roar that shook the earth, as if the entire grassland trembled.

Amidst the flying dust, a huge pit suddenly appeared, as if it had been hit by a meteorite.

Emperor Touman's pupils suddenly shrank, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit a goose egg.

This power is stronger than any weapon he has ever seen!

He even wondered if this thing could blow a hole in the sky.

Then the old man picked up the musket and skillfully loaded it with gunpowder and lead bullets.

Aiming at a heavily armored scarecrow a hundred steps away.

This scarecrow is made of the finest materials and is extremely strong. Ordinary swords and knives cannot hurt it at all.

"boom!"

With a crisp gunshot, the scarecrow fell down, and a big hole was pierced in the armor on his chest.

It was like being torn apart by an invisible giant hand.

Emperor Touman could no longer remain calm this time.

He stepped forward quickly and carefully examined the pierced armor. His face was terribly gloomy, like the dark clouds before a storm.

"Since you have seized this weapon, why don't you copy it?"

He asked in a cold tone.

The old man smiled bitterly and said:

"Your Majesty, if you try to imitate these muskets and thunder bombs, they'll just be a pile of junk!"

He waved his arms exaggeratedly, imitating a loser.

"Even if you can copy the shape, without gunpowder, it's just a decoration! Without gunpowder, the thunder bomb is just a lump of iron, not even enough to hit someone's toes!"

When the old man said this, he stamped his feet to emphasize it.

He continued:

"What about the musket? Never mind, without gunpowder, it's just a fire stick!"

"The truly powerful thing is that mysterious gunpowder! Your Majesty, did you know that Lu Yan, the only one who has mastered the secret of gunpowder?"

The old man stretched out a finger and shook it mysteriously.

"Only he can create this thing that can destroy the world! Even though the soldiers under his command don't look many, they are still very few."

"But everyone was holding a musket, and there were so many thunder bombs that they looked like rocks on a mountain. We couldn't throw them all away!"

When the old man said this, his voice began to tremble.

"At first, we barbarians could fight them on equal terms, punching and kicking each other, and it was a lively fight! But then..."

The old man's face turned pale, and fear flashed in his eyes.

"In the end, they were completely crushed! Your Majesty, can you imagine? One hundred thousand people being beaten by ten thousand people. This is simply a great humiliation!"

Touman waved his hands impatiently.

"Okay, okay, stop crying. I get it! Gunpowder is important. Gunpowder is powerful! Can you tell me something useful?"

The old man quickly stopped crying and cautiously suggested:

"Your Majesty, how about we send someone to the Central Plains to find a way to get the gunpowder formula?"

Touman threw the musket to his confidant beside him.

"Imitate this musket. Also, send someone to the Central Plains to get the gunpowder formula at all costs!"

He paused and added.

"Remember, hurry up! I can't wait!"

He turned and looked at the old man.

"I will send 100,000 elite soldiers to help you capture Shannan County and obtain the gunpowder formula. If possible, bring Lu Yan back to me as well!"

A hint of greed flashed in Touman's eyes.

"Talents like this should be used by me!"

The old man was overjoyed when he heard this and bowed in thanks.

"Thank you, Your Majesty! But Your Majesty, isn't 100,000 people too few? Lu Yan is very cunning. What if..."

"Too few? One hundred thousand elite soldiers are still too few?"

Touman interrupted him impatiently.

"What kind of people are your barbarians? And what kind of people are my Xiongnu cavalry? How can they compare? Every one of my cavalrymen is a warrior who can defeat ten of them with one! One hundred thousand is more than enough for them!"

Seeing that Touman was a little impatient, the old man didn't dare to say anything more.

"Yes, Your Majesty, you are right!"

Touman waved his hand.

"Alright, stop talking. I know what's going on. Go down and rest first, and wait for my orders!"

The old man bowed respectfully.

"As you command, Your Majesty!"

After seeing off the barbarian envoy, Touman paced back and forth in the big tent, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Lu Yan, an unknown little person.

It is unexpected that a small county town can be developed into such a powerful force.

This surprised and excited him.

If we can recruit this person for our own use, why worry about the rise of the Xiongnu Empire?