Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 300

Inside the ceramic jar was the grenade that Song Qingshu had painstakingly thought out.

Throwing gunpowder weapons have existed since the Ming Dynasty. More than 70 years ago, the frontier army used earthen jars filled with gunpowder to fight against the attacking Mongolian cavalry. Here, it is really limited, even the largest lychee cannon, the explosive power is only equivalent to one or two catties of yellow gunpowder.

As early as when Xinzhou was fighting against the Gezuo Fifth Battalion, Song Qingshu was thinking about how to make the kind of grenade that could hit the plane in the later anti-Japanese dramas, but when he actually did it, he stumbled a lot. First of all, I would like to thank Nobel Sir, Song Qingshu took a shortcut in the field of yellow gunpowder, but in the field of igniting powder, Song Qingshu really encountered difficulties.

At first, he detonated the gunpowder with the heating principle of concentrated sulfuric acid, but this thing is too unreliable, and often does not explode. Sometimes people go to check, and it explodes. Later, a silver mine was discovered near Dai County. I was happy that there was an accident in a few days. I don’t know how it exploded. Two people died. I found out after going there that some workers accidentally washed the silver mine with high alcohol. I don’t know what kind of reaction happened, and a violent explosion occurred. thing.

Knocking his head and recalling the extracurricular books he read in junior high school for three or four days, Song Qingshu accidentally got the method of making mercury fulminate.

Nobel's earliest detonator is the tube used to install this thing.

But this thing is also unstable and ruthless. If it is leaked a little bit, even if it is coaxed, Song Qingshu's soldiers dare not put the two things together when they blow up the city wall of Prince Fu's Mansion in Luoyang. They stick the yellow gunpowder to the wall first, and then It was smashed with mercury fulminate. If it was really on the battlefield, where would you have the time to throw a dynamite bag first, and then use the tube to aim it?

When Song Qingshu was thinking hard, it was Liu Zongmin who woke up the dreamer with a word. The prepared mercury fulminate was not packed in the yellow gunpowder jar, but carefully wrapped in a cotton bag. The unstable mercury fulminate detonates the yellow gunpowder in the collision of the thrown and broken casing, which not only achieves the purpose of explosion, but also does not need to worry about accidental explosion at ordinary times, although it is troublesome.

Everyone has a desire to destroy, not to mention the young commanders under Song Qingshu's direct subordinates who have long heard of the power of holding cannons. It is really better to let him use them for the first time. Yinzi was still happy, throwing out the black earthenware pot without asking for money, this group of Mengda's family will suffer from bad luck for eight lifetimes, seeing the pot thrown over, someone took a knife to chop it indifferently, and the result was Immediately bloomed among the crowd.

Dozens of them were blown up on the spot, bloody and bloody, rolling all over the ground. After all, the soldiers in the village were not regular soldiers, but a group of rather brave mountain people who were exploited by the village owner on weekdays. Crying that there are ghosts, crying and fleeing in all directions, what kind of chicken or duck or duck, put your life in it for this little thing?joke!

This Mengda headed family is also considered lucky, the first shock wave of the clay pot that exploded in the back knocked him down, and he was still fat and fleshy, and he was still wearing furs, although his back collapsed terribly and his legs were pierced. It was full of fragments, but it was not lost at all. Liu Zongmin picked it up from the pile of corpses, and even bravely wanted to use the knife, but was immediately slapped aside by Liu Zongmin.

Carrying Boss Meng and driving those defeated soldiers, the elite beggar army with less than a hundred people rushed to the front mountain where there were two or three thousand village soldiers in charge. The ancients said that the army was defeated like a mountain. A volley of revolvers that has never been seen before, coupled with the bursting of the fire cans in the crowd from time to time, especially the frightened wailing of the same village and even relatives, these Huaniaozhai soldiers who have not had formal training at all have confronted each other. By 5 minutes, they had fled all over the mountains and plains in terror, and I don't know how many people fell down the mountain and died.

When Zhou Yuji, who was at the bottom of the mountain, led his troops up the plank road with difficulty, the situation was already under control, and the winning ticket was in his hands. Of course, it was not true to click on the Meng family compound, but it was just a haystack that was burned. Under the stone platform, he himself and more than 20 leaders, big and small, were all tied up underneath, and Sun Chuanting was replaced on the top at this time.

There is a false way to get rid of Guo Jin Wengong's pretentious demeanor, one side is taking care of the silver box moved out of the living room, and the other side is checking the grain bag, Sun Chuanting sighed softly in a very pretentious way.

"The silver is still the same, but how old is the grain?"

It never occurred to me that I was defeated by a hundred or so coolies who didn't even wear armour, and both legs were crippled. This man surnamed Meng was still full of anger, and he yelled and cursed: "You dog thief, Traitor! What kind of skill is plotting behind the scenes? Huaniaozhai refuses to accept it! The whole Yinghuo refuses to accept it. Sooner or later, you dog thieves will all be killed, and there will be no place to die. It won't be long, just wait!"

With their necks stuck, a dozen or so bosses followed and cursed non-stop. Tired of listening, more than a dozen beggars simply grabbed the mud and stuffed it into their mouths, and pushed them all down.

The turmoil in Huaniao Village lasted until the next morning. It was easy to defeat these tyrants who built their villages in the mountains to protect themselves, and arrested the mountain people who ran all over the mountains and let them calm down. Sleeping, commanding the suppression of chaos in the mountains, the results of the battle were not counted until noon the next day.

How many enemies were killed can't be counted. These tyrants have no household registration, and the small families under them have no genealogy at all. They were killed by the bombing. Less than a hundred were killed by the firecrackers. It is impossible to count the number of people who fell to the bottom of the mountain and fell to their deaths. came out, and his own injury was just a few idiots sprained their feet and their heads were bruised. This surprise attack was too unexpected, and the victory was too easy. Even the face lost at the beginning was completely recovered. .

There is really a disproportion between what you harvest and what you pay, and the money is not much harvested. No wonder this man surnamed Meng is blinded by money. His entire net worth is only more than 1 taels of silver, but the grain turned out is considerable. Rice, dried wild vegetables, dried meat and other foodstuffs have turned up as much as [-] to [-] dan.

These are at least enough to feed the less than [-] people on the mountain for a year. Looking at Sun Chuanting, he said he was lucky, but fortunately there was no siege.

But the biggest gain is the people!

It's pitiful to say that the Peasant Army is never short of people, and human life is the least valuable thing. When it came to Song Qingshu, it was lacking. When it was transferred to Henan, it was afraid that the scale would attract the attention of the government. Song Qingshu didn't recruit many people at all. When it comes to the five thousand soldiers in the north, one dies and one less. When they arrived in Xinxian County, they finally recruited more than 2000 people. Compared with the 36th Battalion, other gangsters who cost tens of thousands are still pitiful. The number has reached the population limit, and almost all young people have gone to the army.

After breaking the Flower and Bird Village, there are at least 2 peasant households attached to the mountain, more than [-], and there are as many as [-] middle-aged laborers who meet Song Qingshu's requirements. The living environment in the mountain is harsh. , was directly discarded to the deep mountain to fend for itself, and the population structure is much superior to that of the mountain.

If this is absorbed properly, the size of the begging army can be expanded by a large amount.

However, it is not easy to make these rebellious and xenophobic mountain people obey the command. The begging army does not have the natural advantage of the court's righteousness. First of all, it has to be powerful.

Hearing the results of the battle, Song Qingshu personally rushed to the mountain in the afternoon, the tall Huaniao Mountain was abandoned for the time being, and all the villages in the village were driven to the valley below the mountain by the begging army.

Almost [-] beggars also rushed over, one post at five steps, one post at ten steps, and the gleaming bayonets looked at each of the mountain people in Huaniao Village trembling.Hundreds of braziers illuminated the valley as bright as day, and with so many people gathered, the entire mountain was silent, only bugs chirping from time to time.

Under the retinue of dozens of soldiers holding torches, Song Qingshu in full chain mail strode majestically onto the platform set up at night, and immediately below, some soldiers brought over several large horns rolled up from iron sheets. The barrel was placed on the bottom to increase the sound. The result of the first battle to pacify Yinghuo was in front of his eyes. Seeing the dense crowd of people, Song Qingshu's heart was full of pride for an instant.

I can change something!
"Listen, you bastards! I beg Huoshuai to travel thousands of miles south from Jindi to your poor, shitty place. Once I come, I will bring life to this place. Follow me, it's all fucking If you have money, you can eat enough, but all of you bastards, you dare to fight against me by begging for a living, smashing my tea shop, all of you should be damned!"

"Come on, bring someone in prison!"

During Song Qingshu's roar, the beggar army picked up more than a dozen large vats, and in each vat sat a mummy-like person wrapped in white cloth. Whispering, this is all too familiar to them, the torture that these cottage leaders often use to punish their subordinates.

Light up the sky lantern!
But on weekdays, the ones who are ordered are not disobedient mountain people, or those who sneak into the territory without opening their eyes and call themselves knights. For the first time, seeing the high and small leaders lighting sky lanterns, they were bullied The hearts of the terrified villagers of Huaniao Village, big and small, couldn't help revealing incomparable complexity.

There was anger, there was fear, there was horror, and above all, there was still a sense of relief.

"burn!"

With Song Qingshu's order, more than a dozen tycoons in the cottage, including Boss Meng, were hung upside down, torches were lit on their feet, and they were hung on the poles one by one. The writhing painful ones suddenly turned into big candles. The oilcloth is soaked with oil, and then absorbs the fat from the human body, and the high temperature is enough to burn them from feet to heads.

"This fucking is the fate of going against me! See clearly! Those who follow me will prosper! Those who oppose me will perish!"

The wailing sound and Song Qingshu's angry roar, like a devil and the mountain wind, flowed into the ears of all the mountain people, not only the captives, but also the newly recruited locals who were more or less unwilling to be absorbed into the begging army, the flames flickered In the middle, the figure of that devil-like man was deeply imprinted in their bones...

(End of this chapter)