The Iron Fire of the Tang Dynasty: The Divine Machine that Shocked the World
When I woke up, I became a refugee who survived the Anshi Rebellion.
When the rebel cavalry crushed Chang'an's last dignity, I rushed into Zhongnan Mountain with half a copy of "Fundamentals of Engineering" in hand.
No resources? I used saltpeter to make ice to purify gunpowder, and used bamboo tubes to imitate flintlock guns.
No one available? I formed a "Shenji Battalion" among the mountain people and replaced traditional formations with modern queue training.
When Tubo Zanpu laughed at the Tang army's invulnerability, my fire gunmen smashed his golden tent a hundred steps away.
Guo Ziyi held the smoking matchlock gun and burst into tears: "If this thing had appeared ten years earlier, how could it have reached the mainland of China?"
Li Mi paid a secret visit late at night: "Your Majesty wants to use firearms to change the world, but do you know that the Nine Layers Palace is most afraid of thunder?"
I stood at the top of Luoyang City and watched the new artillery turn the last rebel fortress into powder.
The firelight illuminates a new page in the annals of history - there is no fairy emperor here, only the iron-blooded dynasty made of gunpowder smoke and steel.
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