In the eleventh month of the first year of Jingkang, Bianliang City was destroyed.
That night, Jin Bing's iron hooves trampled through the bustling city of Tokyo. Fires shot into the sky, corpses littered the fields, and cries shattered the eight-hundred-year dream of peace.
History books say that in this year, the two saints went hunting in the north, the royal family was captured, the concubines were made into slaves, and the common people were massacred. The pinnacle of civilization was reduced to a feast of barbarism.
But it's not written in the history books——
The prince Zhao Huan, whom everyone regarded as unable to support Adou, changed his soul that night when the city was destroyed.
He died suddenly nine hundred years later, with half a history book in his head and a stubbornness that refused to accept his fate.
The city was broken, but he didn't run away.
The Jin soldiers came in, but he didn't kneel down.
All the civil and military officials in the dynasty were waiting for death. He walked into the arms prison and said to a group of calloused craftsmen: Make me cannons.
Then, everything changed.
Zongze's white hair was fluttering at the top of the city. For the first time, the seventy-year-old general saw what "artillery" was.
Yue Fei's sword flashed in the pool of blood. For the first time, the twenty-three-year-old general knew what it meant to "follow the right person."
Wednesday's tears fell on the gunpowder. This old craftsman who had not dared to change the formula for twenty years finally avenged his dead apprentice.
The work shed was covered with stereotyped drawings. This little-known scholar created the first cannon of this era.
And the prince named Zhao Huan stood at the top of the city and faced the 100,000 gold soldiers outside the city and only said one sentence -
"Want to fight? I'll help you."
Nianhan went crazy.
He had been fighting for forty years, destroying the Liao Kingdom and attacking Xixia, and he had never seen such an opponent. Those things that can explode, those impenetrable walls, those soldiers who are not afraid of death
