Yo, grandpa is here

Nodding his head, the matter is settled.

The matter of Sanniang's family came to an end, Wei Sheng was escorted to Beijing, only waiting for the Chang family to be rehabilitated after the end of the war, the Chang family thought it was a dream.

In their view, the problem that could never be solved was easily solved by the two ancestors.

The Chang family couldn't afford to kneel in front of Qingqing and his wife.

This is no ancestor, this is definitely a god descending from the earth.

If it weren't for the gods, how could such a difficult problem be solved.

The Eighth Prince's attitude towards Qingqing and his wife seems to explain everything.

There is no other possibility for a prince with such a noble status to call him a senior, except for the descending of the gods.

And this speculation was confirmed after Qingqing and his wife joined the battlefield.

Qingqing is pregnant, so it's not convenient to go in person, so it's the front line that Buli goes for her.

Although Buli is always as modest as Qingqing, he is also the former captain of the unofficial organization task force after all, so it is okay to deal with this small battle.

Qingqing only stayed in the village to supply ammunition.

An assembly line has now been formed in the village, and blacksmiths have been hired to recast the shells, and there are hundreds of people sent by the Eighth Prince as helpers.

Boxes of grenades flowed into the battlefield, which quickly changed the situation of the battle.

At the beginning, the enemy army didn't know how powerful this thing was, and they regarded it as an ordinary firearm. They never thought it was amazingly powerful. With this thing, the cavalry basically lost their combat advantage.

When the grenade went off, the horses were frightened, and they couldn't move forward at all. They were defeated on the first day.

In the next day, the enemy army learned from the experience of the previous day's disastrous defeat, and gave up their proud cavalry and replaced them with infantry, but they still had no advantage. They were suppressed by the power of grenades. A grenade can blow them up into the air.

The firepower has been ahead for hundreds of years, and the enemy's iron cavalry is not an opponent at all.

This hanging is three days.

Buli took the opportunity to sneak home to see his wife.

Not seeing each other for three days is like ten thousand years.

Qingqing is doing well in the village, but she looks a little thinner.

Although he prepared a lot of food before he left, it was not as varied as when he was there. He didn't want to worry about his wife losing the scale. He worked all night at home and made a lot of snacks before returning to the battlefield.

The enemy army thought about it for a few days, and finally found another way. They wanted to use a sneak attack at night to win, but they just came back just in time for Buli.

He didn't come back empty-handed, he came back with him, and the cannon that Qingqing just supervised made.

Compared with the one-ton cannon, the one she made is much lighter, with wheels under it, two soldiers can push it away, and it is extremely mobile.

I just used this group of sneak attacking soldiers as an experiment, and when the shot went down, the opposite side was quiet.

The Eighth Prince of the Warlord's jaw is about to drop.

No wonder my father was full of praise for them, these two elders were really awesome.

Qingqing's fire support is not only this artillery, but also her newly developed incendiary bombs. Fearing that these are not enough, she ordered people to assemble a longer-range gun overnight, just waiting for a shell to hit the enemy's commander's camp.

But before her cannon was ready, the war was over.

The enemy surrendered.

Qingqing rubbed her chin and thought to herself about the news that Buli came back to inform her personally.

"Is it fake? Could it be fraudulent? Just surrender so easily?" How could she not believe it?
"It can't be fake, you didn't see that scene, and the morale of the enemy army was hit hard."

When using grenades, the enemy army is a little bit broken.

They had never seen this thing before, so they felt that it was amazingly powerful, and they couldn't find a breakthrough for a while. Later, the night attack caught up with Buli and came back with the cannon, and they were directly blown up to doubt their lives.

The weapons that surpassed the times made the enemy at a loss, and even thought in the direction of fantasy, thinking that Buli was a wizard invited by the prince. All these amazingly powerful firearms were blessed by Taoism.

The enemy's defense against war chess was to open the altar and chanted spells. In the end, they simply ordered a wizard to stand in the center of the army with disheveled hair and set up an altar, trying to curse the opposing wizard—just not to leave.

This scene was seen by Buli, and he calculated the distance. When the artillery bombarded the altar, the altar was blown up, and the entire enemy camp was scared out of their wits, thinking it was God's will.

There is no need to fight this battle, just surrender, and the Eighth Prince won the war at a much lower price than expected.

Now the army is counting the prisoners, and the Eighth Prince also sent someone back to Beijing to inform the emperor of the victory, and now he is waiting for the court to order a reward for his achievements.

"What did you tell him?" Qingqing asked.

"According to the previous agreement, when he is asked to write to the emperor, don't write about us, just say that he is able to help others, and he will disappear after the help. The remaining grenades and artillery will also be destroyed."

Weapons that transcend the times cannot be left behind after all.

Although there are quite a few people involved in the production, they are all assembly lines, each performing their duties, and everyone can only do their own part. Even if the emperor wants to reproduce the scene, it is impossible.

"The emperor probably won't give up. It will be a matter of time before someone is sent to find us. We can't stay in this place for long."

Qingqing looked at her small courtyard with some reluctance. After living in it for so long, she also had feelings for her.

From the moment she and Buli decided to help, she guessed that today would come.

The Son of Heaven is suspicious, and he will certainly not let such a powerful person live among the people. If he is invited by someone with ulterior motives, he may threaten his throne.

Qingqing and his wife didn't have that kind of thought, but the emperor would definitely think about that.

Who can be the emperor, who is not suspicious?

"It doesn't matter, the Eighth Prince will keep our village. If the village is still there, our goal will be achieved. In the next few days, teach them how to make a living. Let's go when we are ready."

Qingqing patted the small box on the kang, which contained her and Buli's family property, enough to live the rest of her life without worrying about food and clothing.

After explaining the affairs of the village and before the court came, she and Buli would be on their way.

Find a place where no one is around, start over, buy a piece of land, build a few houses, and spend the rest of your life incognito.

"Do you regret it?" Buli asked.

If it wasn't for protecting the people of Cunhe County, he and she should have returned to modern times.

For the sake of a group of strangers, she gave up the chance to go back, and even gave up the village where the two of them had been busy for so long.

"There is nothing to regret, at least we have earned so many lives, haven't we? It's just that I still have some regrets in my heart, Ermao still hasn't been found."

Everything is perfect, except Ermao is not found.

"With his cleverness, there will be no problem." Buli persuaded.

It's always hard to be perfect, that's life.

In the next few days, Yu Guang and others were delighted to find that the two ancestors taught them a lot of things they didn't know before, and everyone was like a sponge, learning crazily.

Only Shake smelled something different.