In the first year of Kaiqing in the Southern Song Dynasty, war raged in Shouchun, and the first musket in human history appeared.
Chen Yue, a military researcher from a later generation, became a humble craftsman in the besieged city.
The bamboo tube was brittle, the gunpowder was crude, and the nests were scattered. This epoch-making weapon was only rated as "wonderful and ingenious" in the world.
At the beginning, China held a hot weapon, but due to the shackles of the system and conservative thinking, it saw the fire almost extinguished. In the future, it was carried forward by foreign countries, turning the muzzle of the weapon to knock on the country's door.
No system, no plug-ins, just military-industrial principles.
Chen Yue endured and lurked in troubled times. Starting from improving bamboo fire, he forged metal fire guns, matchlock guns, and flintlock guns step by step, exploring complete innovations in gunpowder, metallurgy, ordnance, and tactics.
It is difficult to make a weapon, but even harder to keep it.
Military success is easy to come by, but innovation is hard to tolerate; the more powerful the weapons, the more jealous the court.
Iron is smelted in the craftsman's furnace, games are played in the court, cavalry outside the customs, and barbarians overseas.
This volume is an epic of firearms spanning the Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties, looking at how the Chinese fire went through many hardships and eventually set fire to the prairie fire for thousands of years.
Tonight it seemed like there was no reward, but in fact he had torn away the shackles of the Song Dynasty's old iron barrel.
The old forces thought they suppressed innovation and kept the rules.
Little did they know, a wisp of iron sparks had already quietly taken root, broken ground, and taken root in Shouchun Gucheng.
In the darkness, Zhang Chun stood in the shadows, staring at Chen Yue's back, his fingertips clenched until they turned white.
If you fail to stop it once, you will have to do it twice or three times.
He would never let this young man ruin the old order they had adhered to for their entire lives.
A new round of undercurrents and institutional shackles have quietly spread their net.
When the sparks are born, the storm becomes more intense.
The night wind dispersed the gunpowder smoke, but the remaining heat of the iron fire on the city wall remained.
Chen Yue stood at the crenel with a gun in his hand, his posture upright and his eyes calmly looking at the retreating Mongolian troops below the city. There was no arrogance or pride, only a clear and clear vision.
This is just the beginning.
Today, ten iron fires can block a round of siege echelons.
In the future, if hundreds, thousands, or ten thousand iron fires are arrayed in an array, they will be able to control mountains and rivers, control all nations, and establish China's thousand-year military might.
Bamboo fire enlightens the world, iron fire establishes the world.
After tonight, the situation of the thousand-year war between hot and cold weapons has completely changed.
Zhang Chun's face was as gloomy as water. He was unwilling but did not dare to disobey the general's order. He could only clenched his fists tightly and his eyes were full of sinister fear.
Li Mo rolled his sleeves and snorted, turning his back. He had already sentenced Chen Yue to death in his heart.
If you win, you will be lucky; if you lose, it will harm the morale of the army.
Regardless of victory or defeat, they would never allow this ray of innovative fire to break through the wall and start a prairie fire wantonly.
The wind roared outside the tent, and the horseshoes shook the sky outside the city. The Mongolian army was approaching the city.
Chen Yue turned around and stepped out, his back straight and firm.
The days of hiding in bamboo fire have come to an end.
The first battle of Iron Fire is coming!
The entire city's civil and military forces are helpless, and only the iron fire that is secretly accumulating can defeat the iron cavalry and defend the isolated city.
The night is getting darker, the horseshoes are faintly visible outside the city, and murderous intent is approaching.
Chen Yue stood under the eaves of Jiangying, looking at the dark night outside the city, his eyes as clear as frost.
The Mongolian army's massive attack was both a crisis and an opportunity.
The court can suppress innovation, and old craftsmen can block new laws. But when troops are approaching the city and the city's survival is in danger, only sharp weapons can defend the soil, and victory or defeat alone determines right and wrong.
The old system blocked the road, and the cavalry broke the situation.
The bamboo fire has disappeared, but the iron fire is waiting to roar.
The next battle is the moment when iron fire ascends the city and breaks the situation with weapons, completely subverting the city's perception and crushing the shackles of the old laws.
The era of strong armies of iron and fire has been reborn.
Chen Yue reached out and gently held the cold iron gun.
It feels cold and thick to the touch, settling firmly in the palm of your hand.
He raised his eyes to look at the dawning sky in the east, the sparks in his eyes rekindled, clear and firm.
If you ban my bamboo fire, I will make iron fire.
You block the way before me, and I will open the way for myself.
The old system can suppress temporary innovation, but ultimately it cannot suppress the eternal progress.
The fire has tempered the iron, just waiting for the thunder to start.
Today, he was convicted for meritorious service.
Tomorrow, there will be thousands of craftsmen who are afraid of sin, keep silent, hide their wisdom, and wait for death.
China's thousands of years of lagging behind in firearms and hundreds of years of falling mountains and rivers all started here - the reversal of merit and guilt, and the cold heart of good craftsmen.
Chen Yue lowered his eyes and made a silent oath in his heart.
You want to oppress me, ban me, and sin against me.
Then I will endure, hibernate, and gather strength.
Today you extinguish a wisp of bamboo fire.
In the future, I will cast thousands of spears to set fire to the prairie fire, burning the old system that has been suffering for thousands of years!
He modified weapons privately, changed regulations without permission, and confused the craftsmen's camp.
As long as the charges are proven, even if he has contributed to saving the city, he can still be punished and kill this nascent fire.
The fire at the top of the city gradually died down, and the night wind dispersed the smoke.
Chen Yue stood at the crenel, looking at the enemy soldiers retreating under the city, his expression still calm.
He knew that this small victory was just the beginning.
In the future, it will be easy to kill the enemy on the battlefield, but difficult to break the situation and stay conservative.
What he has to fight against is not only the Mongolian and Yuan cavalry outside the city, but also the thousand-year-old system that is deeply rooted and blocks China's future.
The fire has been lit and the storm is coming.
A beam of fierce fire wrapped around the iron bead, shot through the air quickly, the sound of the wind was sharp, and it penetrated the target of a hundred steps!
Boom!
The grass target exploded instantly, wood chips flew into the air, and the standard iron beads were deeply embedded in the soil. Its penetrating power, accuracy, and power were many times higher than those of the old musket!
As soon as the shot hit the ground, the whole place was filled with deathly silence.
All the sarcasm, doubts, and disdain were completely crushed by the sound of the gunshot and the hit of the target.
Chen Yue stood there with a gun in his hand, looking calm in the night wind.
No one knows that these ten improved bamboo fires tonight are the first step for Chinese firearms to break away from the primitive wilderness and move towards a standardized and powerful army.
The fire that lasted for thousands of years has taken on a new look since then.
Chen Yue raised his hand and gently stroked the blackened and rough bamboo tube. His fingertips touched the rough bamboo pattern. There were thousands of words in his heart, but in the end there was only a calm whisper.
"When the world abandons the fire, I will continue the fire."
"I will walk the road that the world does not want to take."
"The thousand-year journey of firearms that was discontinued in the Song Dynasty will be restarted from the beginning by me."
The autumn wind carried smoke from the city, passed through the camp, and blew the young man's robe.
In the late Song Dynasty, the sun set and the lonely city was built on fire.
The source of the eternal gun has been newly opened since then.
Tonight it seemed like there was no reward, but in fact he had torn away the shackles of the Song Dynasty's old iron barrel. The old forces thought they suppressed innovation and kept the rules. Little did they know, a wisp of iron sparks had already quietly taken root, broken ground, and taken root in Shouchun Gucheng. In the darkness, Zhang Chun stood in the shadows, staring at Chen Yue's back, his fingertips clenched until they turned white. If you fail to stop it once, you will have to do it twice or three times. He would never let this young man ruin the old order they had adhered to for their entire lives. A new round of undercurrents and institutional shackles have quietly spread their net. When the sparks are born, the storm becomes more intense.
The night wind dispersed the gunpowder smoke, but the remaining heat of the iron fire on the city wall remained. Chen Yue stood at the crenel with a gun in his hand, his posture upright and his eyes calmly looking at the retreating Mongolian troops below the city. There was no arrogance or pride, only a clear and clear vision. This is just the beginning. Today, ten iron fires can block a round of siege echelons. In the future, if hundreds, thousands, or ten thousand iron fires are arrayed in an array, they will be able to control mountains and rivers, control all nations, and establish China's thousand-year military might. Bamboo fire enlightens the world, iron fire establishes the world. After tonight, the situation of the thousand-year war between hot and cold weapons has completely changed.
Zhang Chun's face was as gloomy as water. He was unwilling but did not dare to disobey the general's order. He could only clenched his fists tightly and his eyes were full of sinister fear. Li Mo rolled his sleeves and snorted, turning his back. He had already sentenced Chen Yue to death in his heart. If you win, you will be lucky; if you lose, it will harm the morale of the army. Regardless of victory or defeat, they would never allow this ray of innovative fire to break through the wall and start a prairie fire wantonly. The wind roared outside the tent, and the horseshoes shook the sky outside the city. The Mongolian army was approaching the city. Chen Yue turned around and stepped out, his back straight and firm. The days of hiding in bamboo fire have come to an end. The first battle of Iron Fire is coming!
The entire city's civil and military forces are helpless, and only the iron fire that is secretly accumulating can defeat the iron cavalry and defend the isolated city. The night is getting darker, the horseshoes are faintly visible outside the city, and murderous intent is approaching. Chen Yue stood under the eaves of Jiangying, looking at the dark night outside the city, his eyes as clear as frost. The Mongolian army's massive attack was both a crisis and an opportunity. The court can suppress innovation, and old craftsmen can block new laws. But when troops are approaching the city and the city's survival is in danger, only sharp weapons can defend the soil, and victory or defeat alone determines right and wrong. The old system blocked the road, and the cavalry broke the situation. The bamboo fire has disappeared, but the iron fire is waiting to roar. The next battle is the moment when iron fire ascends the city and breaks the situation with weapons, completely subverting the city's perception and crushing the shackles of the old laws.
The era of strong armies of iron and fire has been reborn. Chen Yue reached out and gently held the cold iron gun. It feels cold and thick to the touch, settling firmly in the palm of your hand. He raised his eyes to look at the dawning sky in the east, the sparks in his eyes rekindled, clear and firm. If you ban my bamboo fire, I will make iron fire. You block the way before me, and I will open the way for myself. The old system can suppress temporary innovation, but ultimately it cannot suppress the eternal progress. The fire has tempered the iron, just waiting for the thunder to start.
Today, he was convicted for meritorious service. Tomorrow, there will be thousands of craftsmen who are afraid of sin, keep silent, hide their wisdom, and wait for death. China's thousands of years of lagging behind in firearms and hundreds of years of falling mountains and rivers all started here - the reversal of merit and guilt, and the cold heart of good craftsmen. Chen Yue lowered his eyes and made a silent oath in his heart. You want to oppress me, ban me, and sin against me. Then I will endure, hibernate, and gather strength. Today you extinguish a wisp of bamboo fire. In the future, I will cast thousands of spears to set fire to the prairie fire, burning the old system that has been suffering for thousands of years!
He modified weapons privately, changed regulations without permission, and confused the craftsmen's camp. As long as the charges are proven, even if he has contributed to saving the city, he can still be punished and kill this nascent fire. The fire at the top of the city gradually died down, and the night wind dispersed the smoke. Chen Yue stood at the crenel, looking at the enemy soldiers retreating under the city, his expression still calm. He knew that this small victory was just the beginning. In the future, it will be easy to kill the enemy on the battlefield, but difficult to break the situation and stay conservative. What he has to fight against is not only the Mongolian and Yuan cavalry outside the city, but also the thousand-year-old system that is deeply rooted and blocks China's future. The fire has been lit and the storm is coming.
A beam of fierce fire wrapped around the iron bead, shot through the air quickly, the sound of the wind was sharp, and it penetrated the target of a hundred steps! Boom! The grass target exploded instantly, wood chips flew into the air, and the standard iron beads were deeply embedded in the soil. Its penetrating power, accuracy, and power were many times higher than those of the old musket! As soon as the shot hit the ground, the whole place was filled with deathly silence. All the sarcasm, doubts, and disdain were completely crushed by the sound of the gunshot and the hit of the target. Chen Yue stood there with a gun in his hand, looking calm in the night wind. No one knows that these ten improved bamboo fires tonight are the first step for Chinese firearms to break away from the primitive wilderness and move towards a standardized and powerful army. The fire that lasted for thousands of years has taken on a new look since then.
Chen Yue raised his hand and gently stroked the blackened and rough bamboo tube. His fingertips touched the rough bamboo pattern. There were thousands of words in his heart, but in the end there was only a calm whisper. "When the world abandons the fire, I will continue the fire." "I will walk the road that the world does not want to take." "The thousand-year journey of firearms that was discontinued in the Song Dynasty will be restarted from the beginning by me." The autumn wind carried smoke from the city, passed through the camp, and blew the young man's robe. In the late Song Dynasty, the sun set and the lonely city was built on fire. The source of the eternal gun has been newly opened since then.