The Greatest Uncle of All Heavens

Chapter 15 Cavalry Muskets
"Weapons are used to kill people," Mo Hanshan said with a slight smile, "If they can't kill people, they can't be called weapons!"

Mo Hanshan then wiped his hand on his waist and took out the black-bladed weapon again, and continued: "This weapon is neither a knife nor a sword nor a short spear dagger, but it can be pierced, cut, poked, and pointed. Techniques, fingering, hidden weapon techniques taught by Taoist Mu Sang, and the martial arts fusion from the Golden Snake Secret Book left by Mr. Jin Snake, which was accidentally obtained by the teacher. There is no defense, there is nowhere to hide."

"Daoist Mu Sang once came to Huashan and taught me the concealed weapon and light kung fu for several years, but the master was able to integrate the Taoist priest's hidden weapon technique into his own weapon, creating such a terrible strange move..." Yuan Chengzhi said Can't help but be full of admiration.

Mo Hanshan frowned and smiled lightly when he heard this: "Strange move? It is a good move that can defeat others! Cheng Zhi, you have to understand that martial arts practitioners like us should not follow the old ways. We must know how to apply what we have learned, and learn to innovate and change. The so-called kung fu is not created by the predecessors. If the predecessors can create it, why can't we? It should be noted that no matter how good you learn martial arts, it is not as good as the person who created martial arts who has a thorough understanding of martial arts."

"Disciples are taught!" Yuan Chengzhi couldn't help but respectfully and thoughtfully answered Mo Hanshan's words.

"Yeah! Children can be taught!" Seeing this, Mo Hanshan nodded with a satisfied smile, and then said: "Chengzhi, the kung fu created by the teacher must be matched with my unique weapon to display its true power. Even if it is passed on to you, you will at best learn something plausible. However, the essence of this move can still be explained to you as a teacher."

When Yuan Chengzhi heard it, he couldn't help looking at Mo Hanshan with sparkling surprise and anticipation: "My disciple, thank you, Master!"

"Before I pass on these things to you, I will pass on the essence of martial arts from the Golden Snake Secret Book to you as a teacher. This martial art is interlinked. I will pass on your Huashan School boxing techniques, sword techniques, and Mu Sang Dao's long-term lightness kung fu to your master and your ancestors." Concealed weapons are already the best martial arts in the martial arts world, but the martial arts in the Golden Snake Secret Book is a unique way, learning it can also make up for your lack of experience in fighting the enemy, and when you meet a master, you can have more ways to fight the enemy, which will give you some inspiration." Mo Huai continued.

While talking, Mo Hanshan selected some essential martial arts essentials and subtle tricks from the Golden Snake Secret Book that he had already pondered over to pass on to Yuan Chengzhi, so as to help him break through the shackles of the martial arts he had learned before, and understand the flexibility and changeability of martial arts the true meaning of

In the next month, under Mo Hanshan's careful guidance, Yuan Chengzhi improved a lot both in the application of the martial arts he had learned and in his understanding of the true meaning of martial arts.Although Yuan Chengzhi couldn't fully comprehend and use the military stabbing techniques created by Mo Hanshan, he also learned some essential skills, so that he had a deeper understanding of Huashan's swordsmanship, and he used them less fancy and more sophisticated. Sharp and crisp.

Yuan Chengzhi was already smart and talented in martial arts. Mo Hanshan just ordered him, and he was enlightened and suddenly enlightened.

After teaching everything he could teach, Mo Hanshan sent Yuan Chengzhi down the mountain.Before he left the mountain, Mo Hanshan also briefly told him about Mr. Jin Snake, and told him to go to Wen's house in Quzhou, Jiangnan.

After Yuan Chengzhi went down the mountain, he inevitably experienced some wonderful and exciting stories, and Mo Hanshan and Qin Niang also went down the mountain afterwards, and Mo Hanshan also had things to do.

Yulin, Shenmu County, at the turn of spring and summer, the vegetation is lush, and in a valley with sparse vegetation, there is a dull sound of metal knocking in the night
The sound of horseshoes came from a distance, dust was flying, and black shadows galloped towards them under the night curtain in the distance, pouring into the valley like a tide with a vague bloody smell.

In a certain empty mountainside space in the valley, like an underground arsenal, it is full of blacksmithing stoves. Sweaty blacksmiths are knocking on the red-hot iron blocks, and some forged steel pipes and other parts are placed beside them. The forging process is better.

Beside the blacksmithing stove near the entrance of the cave, Mo Hanshan, dressed in a black outfit and with his hair simply tied down behind his shoulders, was skillfully assembling some parts and then installing the steel pipes. Suddenly, an old-fashioned rifle appeared in front of him. hands.

At this moment, accompanied by the sound of neighing horses, a cavalry team of 200 people appeared outside, neatly lined up in vertical rows.

The cavalrymen on horseback were all wearing black cloaks and black scarves, only revealing a pair of eyes full of fierceness like lone wolves.They carried bows and arrows and muskets on their backs, and hung short guns and sabers on their waists, just like a group of messengers of death crawling out of hell.

"My lord!" One of the tall and strong cavalry jumped off his horse nimbly, came straight behind Mo Hanshan and knelt down on one knee and shouted respectfully.

Mo Hanshan glanced at him sideways and said indifferently: "This time it's not bad, at least we didn't leave people on the grassland to use the pasture as fertilizer!"

"My lord, this time, 450 of us went north and went deep into the grasslands. We fought more than 37 times, killing thousands of enemies, and more than half of our brothers were injured." They were used five times in total, [-] were destroyed, and none was lost.”

Hearing the words, Mo Hanshan, who was noncommittal, remained silent for a while before he couldn't help saying: "Many of the brothers who died must be due to the firearms, right?"

"Yes, my lord, although the musket is extremely powerful, it is still not perfect, and it is in danger of exploding. But it is much better than the firecrackers of the Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers. Such a divine weapon, even if all the brothers are dead It must be well protected and not be left behind by foreign tribes," said the tall and strong cavalry.

When Mo Hanshan heard this, he scolded angrily: "Nonsense! If you are all dead, how can you not leave the muskets behind? Although the muskets are important, the lives of brothers are equally important. Okay, let's go to rest first! "

"Yes, my lord!" The tall and strong cavalry responded respectfully, turned and mounted their horses, and led the cavalry to the camp deep in the valley.

After the sound of horseshoes gradually faded away, Mo Hanshan, who was looking at the musket in his hand, said in a slightly low voice: "Master the musket-making skills as soon as possible, try to build a better barrel, and speed up the musket-building speed."

"My lord, don't worry, my subordinates will definitely do their best to perfect the gun craftsmanship," the red-faced, gray-haired old man standing beside him responded repeatedly.

Bang...Filled gunpowder, shot at a rock in the valley outside, and broke the rock into pieces. Mo Hanshan couldn't help squinting his eyes and muttering to himself: "The power of the Daming River and Mountains is about to run out, and the distance is full. The closing time is approaching, and there is no time to wait!"

In the 16th year of Chongzhen, on the third day of October, at dusk, the sky was full of sunset, and in a certain mountain in Weinan, a tragic fight was going on
Puchi, a grey-haired old man wearing a red Ming Dynasty official uniform and a handsome gown slashed to death an intruder who came close to him with a sword, and blood splashed all over his body and face.Beside him, there are less than ten officers and soldiers left to protect him. Although these officers and soldiers are his personal guards, all of them are extremely brave, but facing the tide of more and more intruders, they are still invincible. It was gradually lost, falling one by one.

"God will kill me, Sun Chuanting, and God will kill me, Daming!" Seeing that there are fewer and fewer people around him, the old man couldn't help but feel a little desperate, and he couldn't help raising his head and screaming in grief and indignation. A lunatic waved the sword in his hand, forcing the surrounding soldiers to dare not step forward for a while.

Just when the old man was about to fight to the death and die for his country, amidst the sound of the wind, a group of people in black costumes with oil paint on their faces came like a gust of wind, each of them was holding a short-bladed hand crossbow, and they were vigorous and fierce. Quickly killed the intruders around the old man like a flock, and then dragged the old man away quickly..
(End of this chapter)