If you don’t come for a while, you will be playing chess pieces and falling lanterns. Zhao Ji and Jiang Huai talk about things that affect the whole world next to the "Red Dust" chess game. It is exactly the artistic conception of this poem that Zhao Ji’s face has long disappeared. Under the stimulation of Jiang Huai’s two strategies, the long-lost surging sensation in his heart was finally ignited in his heart.

Jiang Huai had already sat in front of the chess game again at some point. The difference was that he was sitting in the position where Su Xianzhi had sat before. Because the lights were dark, the black chess piece was not very clear, while the white chess piece was jumping backwards like a chessboard, just like the stars flashing in the night sky.

Although the stars are bright, they are not as bright as the day; although the world is busy, there are Taoist and etiquette meetings. For all ages, this rule has been deposited in people's bones and almost turned into an instinct, but in fact the most instinct is the most effective, such as Jiang Huai's state at this time. Jiang Huai's thoughts are not a chess game at this time, but he only sinks into the third thing he wants to talk to Zhao Ji, but he just passes through the chess game of Baizi as the stars, and sees the star rings that seem a little dark, even like a black hole. The first thought that surges in Jiang Huai's mind is why there is no white Zi here? If there is a white Zi here, wouldn't the black Zi immediately be confused? As soon as the thought passed, Jiang Huai was secretly happy again. If I was a black Zi here, wouldn't the white Zi have lost light and fallen flowers and flowing water?

Jiang Huai was busy finding a simulated chess game in the Ruyi Pearl for deduction. Sure enough, the chess game became earth-shaking between ten moves. Jiang Huai's black-spot dragon no longer seemed lonely, but instead emerged from a new force, like a flag on a high mountain, with the north wind blowing even more ostentatious.

He seemed indifferent, but after having the Ruyi Pearl, Jiang Huai, who was actually very competitive, finally lost the dissatisfaction in his heart. He said to Zhao Ji, who was already waiting for some impatient situation: "Master, I have won less and lost more in the foreign war in the Song Dynasty. Why is this?"

"I hate that the Song Dynasty does not have a peerless general, otherwise how could the Northern Liao and Barbarians be rampant?"

"No, my Song family, the Zong family, the Zhe family, and the Zheng family have never weakened the generals of which side?"

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"If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. I carefully studied the hundreds of foreign battles in the Song Dynasty, and in the defeated battles of our side, and all of them were lost. Northern Liao was good at fighting heavy cavalry, while Western Xia was well-armed and relied on the advantage of terrain to conduct guerrilla wars. However, if our side had a powerful weapon to break the iron horse heavy cavalry in Northern Liao and at the same time opened the natural barrier of Western Xia, both were not worth worrying."

Jiang Huai's words tonight have always been full of bewitching. Zhao Ji has basically lost his ability to judge in this bewitching. He always listens to what Jiang Huai said makes sense, especially when talking about the final war, he seemed to think that what Jiang Huai said was the truth, and based on this, he also extended it: "I understand what sir is saying. This war is actually like a war between two people. The bare hands are always worse than those holding weapons. In the weapons, the short sword and small dagger are far less than those with big swords and spears, but so?"

Jiang Huai sighed with a look of his hand: "That's true. Our Song Dynasty is obviously rich in people, just like a rich man who is rich and domineering. It will naturally make the poor neighbors around us jealous. There are many people guarding the house and guarding the hospital, and their martial arts are not bad, but they are still missing something that they cannot surpass. I plan to build this into a unique new weapon in our Song Dynasty. With these weapons, let alone the iron horse and heavy cavalry, even if they move the city over, we can attack it in one fell swoop."

"Really? Can there really be such weapons in the world?"

"I dare not weave clothes that cover the world without any brocade, and I dare not set up a mat that fills the world without any delicacies. I have made a small thing according to the God of Heavenly Secrets, which is just for the saint to give the saint a look."

Jiang Huai first took a bronze mirror from the table inside the house and gave it to Zhao Ji, saying, "Master, look at this bronze mirror. If it is a hundred feet away, can the strongest crossbow shoot it through?"

Zhao Ji weighed the weight of the bronze mirror, shook his head and said, "It can only leave traces."

Jiang Huai took it three hundred meters away, and at the same time placed an oil lamp in front of it, and the bronze mirror reflected the light, so that the bronze mirror could be identified at night. Then Jiang Huai walked back to Zhao Ji, took out the tough-shaped desert eagle from his arms, took out the bullet and loaded the gun in an orderly manner. He aimed at the bronze mirror with both hands and said to Zhao Ji: "Master, the sound may be a bit loud, please cover your ears first."

After seeing Zhao Ji as he did as he said, Jiang Huai pulled the trigger. After Hubei Mountain, the Desert Eagle finally spit out the flames again, but a flash of light flashed in Zhao Ji's eyes, and then a muffled sound of "clang". Although he covered his ears, Zhao Ji still felt a little uncomfortable in his ears because the distance was too close. However, the strong curiosity in his heart directly wiped out the discomfort. He followed Jiang Huai quickly to check the bronze mirror that had fallen to the ground.

Jiang Huai picked up the bronze mirror and handed it to Zhao Ji. Zhao Ji saw a small hole appearing on the bronze mirror at a glance. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. There was something in Jiang Huai's hand that looked like a date pit. Zhao Ji held the bullet shell and inserted it into the small hole in the mirror. The bullet shell came out from it, and it was exactly the same as it passed through the bronze mirror.

Zhao Ji couldn't help but thrust his eyebrows and said excitedly: "Sir, what kind of treasure is this? How powerful is it?"

Before Jiang Huai could answer, there were already crowds of people outside the window. Zhao Ji shouted loudly: "I'm fine, you can continue to wait outside."

Obviously the loud gunfire triggered the guards to come, but it can be seen from Zhao Ji's answer that Zhao Ji's great trust in Jiang Huai. Otherwise, there would be such a powerful weapon in Jiang Huai's hands. Zhao Ji had to consider his own safety. Jiang Huai led Zhao Ji back to the table and exited the magazine of the pistol. Then he gave it to Zhao Ji to take a closer look, and said at the same time: "Master, this object is called the Sky Musket, code-named the Desert Eagle. It has already seen its power, which is far more than any weapon now. In addition, it can shoot six times in a row, and if the magazine is sufficiently prepared, it can achieve continuous
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