Spoiler History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 83 Copy!

Those few lines of words in the light curtain stirred Zhang Fei's nerves, and he was so hot that he couldn't bear to live.

Violent and merciless!
I don't care about soldiers!

The villain invites credit with his head!
Dead without a corpse!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Zhang Fei stood up even though there were a few big guys on his body, but he didn't violently hurt anyone or punch the light curtain like Liu Bei was worried about.

Zhang Fei just stood there and howled, and there was boundless depression in the howling.

Huang Yueying frowned and covered her ears, she felt like she was going deaf at such a close place, and Ma Liang and Jiang Wan were also reeling.

Chen Dao, holding a saber in his hand, opened the door and saw this scene.

"Uncle Zhi, I'm fine here..." Liu Bei didn't know how to explain, but Chen Dao had always been taciturn, and closed the door again after bowing his respects.

Zhang Fei also became quiet again after the long roar, "Second Brother, let me go..." Zhang Fei said in a low voice.

There was no ferocity in the words, Guan Yu let go according to his words.

Without looking at other people's faces, Zhang Fei slowly left the side hall with his head buried, and said in a muffled voice before stepping out the door:

"I'm going to rest... Elder Brother don't worry, if Second Brother doesn't kill Shi Ren Mi Fang, I won't kill that Fan Jiang Zhang Da."

The hall door closed again, and Guan Yu stood up almost immediately: "I'll go talk to Yide."

After Guan Yu left, Liu Bei sighed. He couldn't remember how many times he sighed today:
"I also often say that Yide governs the army with harsh punishments and does not show favor to his subordinates. Isn't it a way to bring disaster to the soldiers who often have resentful athletes around?"

The few remaining people looked at each other in blank dismay, so what else could they say?Thinking about it, the three generals are a little ashamed and hard to restrain themselves.

"My concubine also found something..." Huang Yueying rubbed her ears, and raised the sketch in her hand to signal.

Those were the two things she copied from the desk in the corner of the light curtain when others were shocked by the hellish battlefield of later generations.

The characters of the later generations are similar in shape and spirit to theirs at this time. Kong Ming tried his best to distinguish them and recognized them: "Leggings? And fried noodles?"

Looking at the text describing its effect, Liu Bei remembered his early experience:

"In the early years, when I was selling mats and shoes, I heard from the merchants that they would tie their trousers tightly when walking long distances to prevent snakes and insects from attaching to their thighs. I never thought that wrapping with Ma Ge flat would have such an effect."

There is no threshold for this thing, and the effect looks very good, Liu Bei decided with a wave of his hand:

Copy it!

"According to the description, this fried noodles is the ration of the army of later generations?" Kong Ming paid great attention to logistics, and read out the text:

"During the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, the Volunteers helped the North Korean people repel the American invaders who ate canned meat and drank coffee by relying on 'one bite of fried noodles, one bite of snow'. Fried flour was ground into flour from wheat, soybeans, sorghum, corn and other grains, mixed with a little salt and fried. It was the main military ration of the volunteers at that time."

"Only relying on these to defeat an enemy who has no shortage of meat?" Huang Zhong found it difficult to understand.

He spent the first half of his life leading troops in Jingzhou, and he rarely fought. It was normal for tired soldiers to cause trouble due to lack of food and meat, and to disturb the people because of excessive drinking.

If those old ministries gave them this fried noodles as military rations, Huang Zhong had no doubt that he would be tied up by these soldiers that night, and sent to the opposite camp to get the thing called canned meat!

Kong Ming got up silently and took out a page from the pile of old papers behind him. It was a page with "Three Great Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention".

Huang Zhong and Zhao Yun couldn't help shaking their heads. They are all military generals with ideas, and the eleven military regulations of later generations are easy to understand, but it is because they are easy to understand that they know how difficult it is to implement!
Don't rob things and don't disturb the people;

If all these can be done, why bother to be a soldier?
Zilong and Yunchang read a lot. Before that, they also counted the generals of the previous dynasty in private. The conclusion is that not to mention eleven, even half of them, no one can do it.

Therefore, the two generals had a private guess at that time: Could it be that such an army in future generations will be driven by great profits?

But now the military rations in front of him made Zhao Zilong overturn the guess in his heart.

How can an army driven by high profits eat such rations?

These soldiers of the later generations, eating such food and adhering to unimaginably strict military regulations, what are they fighting for?

Everyone in the hall couldn't figure it out, but Kong Ming had a vague guess in his heart:

There are so many civil servants and generals in the Shu Han who sacrificed their lives to serve the country, can't they surrender to enjoy the glory and wealth?
If you can't, you really don't want to.

"This kind of military ration, we can also refer to it." Kong Ming let out a long breath and didn't think about other things for the time being: "This fried noodle is similar to Sejong's Hubing used as military ration, and it is even much simpler than the production method."

Liu Bei nodded, and once again made a far-sighted decision:
Copy it!

After watching [the next video will be played in three months] displayed on the light curtain, everyone was also ordered to disperse.

……

Jiang Wan was dragged by his family's military adviser to a house behind the county government.

"Military division...is this?" Looking at the exquisite waterwheel model on the table in front of him, Jiang Wan was a little confused.

"This is the model of the round wagon for crossing the Hudu River made by Zhuojing." Kongming introduced: "It is Zhuojing's ingenuity to use the round wagon to connect the stone mill and the mortar."

Even Jiang Wan was amazed to see how many times smaller the model in front of him could start to work after Kong Ming poured a bucket of water.

He also noticed a small new model on the shore.

"This is my new work." Kong Ming picked up a piece of paper on the case, dusted it and handed it to Jiang Wan.

The above content is not unfamiliar, it is Jiang Wan's opinion on charcoal written after talking with the old blacksmith.

In this report, Kong Ming circled the words "powder is more flammable".

"The effect of this device is that it can crush large pieces of charcoal into fine powder." Kong Ming obviously came prepared, and there were charcoal powder and charcoal on the table on the other side: "If it is used as military supplies, a bucket of charcoal can only burn for less than a quarter of an hour. A bucket of coal and coal powder can be burned for a full three quarters of an hour."

"This thing is of great use." Kong Ming concluded.

Jiang Wan understood: "There are many water systems near Jiangling, and the use of round carts saves a lot of labor."

Kong Ming nodded approvingly: "I order you to supervise the construction of a round car near the Jiangling of the Public Security Chanling, imitating the Hudu River. The stone grinder and mortar driven by the round car are charged according to the Hudu River. The round car... No, let's call it hydraulic. The hydraulic crushed stone mill needs to produce charcoal powder as soon as possible. The strategy of Yizhou is not far away."

Speaking of such a major event, Jiang Wan also bowed and accepted the order seriously.

"Oh, by the way, the previous remarks in the side hall on diseases from mouth to mouth were also compiled into a book and handed over to me."

Jiang Wan pouted inwardly, but still accepted the order.

"Oh, and the production of the leggings requires Mage. Please Gong Yan calculate how much our army needs to equip the leggings, and report it to me in a booklet."

Jiang Wan tried hard to resist the urge to roll her eyes, and bowed her head again to accept the order.

"And, copy two copies of the list of civil and military personnel of the Shu Han Dynasty that appeared in the light curtain, and hand it over to me and my lord."

Jiang Wan slammed the door and left.

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