The firearm technology of the Central Plains dynasty has long been used. It is not like later generations criticized that gunpowder was only used to set off firecrackers after inventing it.

At least during the Song Dynasty, a wide variety of gunpowder weapons such as thunder and fire bombs, rifles, rockets, sky-shaking thunder, etc. had been used in the military.

However, due to the limitations of imagination and technology, the killing of firearms is limited.

In addition, both the Central Plains dynasty and the nomadic peoples that confronted them have quite high attainments in the manufacturing of armor, which further restricted the power of gunpowder and developed slowly.

Like the thunder and fire bomb in Zhao Wei's hand, it was indeed quite a bit of noise when thrown out, but the real killing radius was only less than 1 meter. When encountering a heavily armored soldier, even if he hit him in his arms, no one would be dead.

The sudden musket that Ma Xiaoyi took seemed to be intimidating, but in fact the range was only two feet long. It was not as useful as the thunder and fire bomb on the battlefield.

Otherwise, the Song people would not have thought of adding asphalt and arsenic to the firearm, which would increase the adhesion and subsequent damage.

Here we need to explain that the artillery that often mentioned in the Song and Yuan Wars, including the artillery that was described in the Song and Jin Dynasties, was actually essentially different from the artillery that later generations recognized.

This cannon at that time should be called a "cannon". To put it bluntly, it is a throwing cart. At most, it takes some time to shoot fire bullets or gunpowder bullets, which is completely different from the real artillery.

However, although firearms are useless to attack the Mongolian Yuan soldiers, they have to say something else when facing the bare-butt Indians.

With almost no protection, the iron nails shot out, burning asphalt, and arsenic powder attached to the skin are chilling.

What's more, no simple Indians have seen this thing?

A black and slutty egg-like thing was thrown around and there was a roar that was louder than thunder, and then the sky fire was everywhere, as if it was divine power.

A hundred thunder and fire bombs scattered out, and the Indians were bombarded in the first round.

The asphalt melted and burned in the explosion, burning wherever it was. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Indian soldiers were bathed in the sea of ​​fire.

What's even more terrifying is that this scene that has never appeared in cognition and has never even appeared in nightmare, deeply touched the Indians' fear of the unknown.

Except for those soldiers who were directly injured, rolling and wailing, some of the remaining people fled in scattered places, while others simply crawled on the ground and bowed wildly to the gods.

In their opinion, this is a power that only gods have.

Zhao Wei thought he would have to go through some battle, but he didn't expect that he would be stunned for a round.

Wang Sheng was speechless, and it was over without using his move.

Without any effort, the leading natives captured alive. The other Indian soldiers, except for the injured, left.

When cleaning the battlefield, Wang Sheng even held the Indian stone axe, and his stone spear twitched, "Why is it so wildering?"

Perhaps seeing the disdain and mockery in the expression of the mysterious foreign man in front of him, the Indian who was captured alive rose up to refute and screamed in a strange voice.

Unfortunately, I can't understand the language and don't know what he is talking about.

Wang Sheng ignored it and looked at Zhao Wei.

His Highness Ning looked at the dozen wounded people who were hiding on the ground and grinned, "Damn it, I threw out more than a hundred gunpowder balls and got hurt more than a dozen? This thing is too weak, right?"

Wang Sheng was puzzled, shouldn't it be like this?

He didn't know that Zhao Wei had some knowledge about gunpowder.

Although he was a gangster, he also had a job in fishing for three days and two days of drying the net in later generations. Moreover, he worked in a firecracker factory.

In his opinion, the power of this gunpowder ball is not as powerful as that of a firework bullet in later generations.

"What should I do if these injuries?" Wang Sheng pulled Zhao Wei back from the complaints.

Zhao Wei pondered for a moment and looked at the Indian prisoner.

He gestured for a long time, probably asking him, "Will your people come back to rescue the wounded?"

The captive looked at it for a long time and finally understood. He shook his head coldly.

In their tribe, no one will go back with the burden of losing combat power.

Zhao Wei looked at it and murmured, "You can do this, but I can't do it!"

He ordered: "Carry back to the camp, let it be fed to the wolf."

As the sun sets westward, Zhao Wei and his party carry their prey and prisoners, and return to the coast camp with great swagger.

It was time for dinner, and both the army and the people were preparing supper.

Seeing that King Ning led his men back from outside, he was no longer surprised.

Needless to say, the bastard, Ning Wang, was obviously unable to control him.

As for the hundreds of people under his command, they were already in conflict with everyone on the issue of who led the people to break through the siege in Yashan. Even the imperial edict of the imperial court said that it was King Lu, and these people did not believe it and were determined to flatter King Ning. Now that he was recruited by King Ning, he was gradually dispersing and a nest of snakes and rats.

Zhao Wei had long been accustomed to the eyes of everyone, so he asked Wang Sheng to go to the military camp to find two doctors.

He and Haiwa, Ma Xiaoyi and others moved to a corner of the camp, which is the tent of their group.

The wounded people were stuffed into a tent and waiting for the doctor to treat them, while the rest did not need Zhao Wei's instructions to peel off the prey and clean them up properly.

Ma Xiaoyi and Halazi were all gone, "How to eat it? Bake or cook it?"

Zhao Wei glared at him, "No, of course it's stew!"

He had never eaten white rice with stewed meat in one day.

Ma Xiaoyi was bitter, "No seasoning! Even onion and ginger are extinct."

Zhao Wei's eyes turned, "There must be somewhere on the imperial tent, and the imperial kitchen must be stocked."

"Oh." Mr. Ma raised his eyebrows, looking like I knew how to do it, "Cleaning the pot and waiting for me!"

When Haiwazi and the others heard about the stewed meat, their eyes were lit up.

There are very few fires on the boat, either salted fish or cold cakes, and I almost forgot what it tastes like to stew meat and white rice.

As soon as Master Ma jumped out, Haiwazi and the meat Taoist priests had already carried out the big pot, just waiting for the meat to be put into the pot.

During this period, the Indian captive always squatted at the door of the tent, feeling a little depressed. But he was still calm and had no intention of resisting.

Zhao Wei observed him intentionally or unintentionally. He was very young, and seemed to be no more than two years older than Zhao Wei. He was also very strong and had solid muscles.

Zhao Wei estimated that he was at least 1.8 meters tall. Among the North American Indians with poor living conditions, he was considered tall.

However, his calmness made Zhao Wei very curious.

After a while, Ma Xiaoyi came back. Not only did he get the onion and ginger seasoning, but he even had half a jar of sauce.

But Zhao Wei was so happy that he shouted, "Everyone is lucky, everyone is roasted venison, so you can be full!!"

Everyone was very happy when they heard this.

Following King Ning, his reputation is indeed a bit bad, but the benefits are first-class. Although it is difficult along the way, it is actually much better than other ships.

In other words, when the meat was put into the pot, Wang Sheng led four military Chinese medicine officials back. Jiang Zheng and Zhang Shijie were also walking with him.

It is impossible not to disturb the enemy when he mobilized the military doctor. After asking, King Ning actually captured more than a dozen prisoners. The lieutenant of the battalion did not dare to be entrusted, so he hurriedly reported to the Grand Marshal.

So, Zhang Shijie and Jiang Jin, who were having supper, put down their chopsticks and came.

"Your Highness, did you really capture the prisoners?"

Jiang Zheng was full of surprise. As for what he had left the camp privately, he had long forgotten to go outside Jiuxiaoyun.

Today's Song Dynasty is a fleeing, so it is naturally relaxed. Besides, no matter whether it is a white cat, a black cat, or a good cat is a snatching rat.

Zhao Wei came back from arresting people, just to find a tongue for his husbands, so he naturally would not hide it.

He pointed at the tent and squatted, "What about the matter, the Taiwei and Jiang Shuai will examine it yourself!"

When Jiang Zheng saw it, he was so refreshing! He put a curtain on his waist and whistled in the flowers.

Jiang Dianshuai first cleared his throat and shouted in a very formal manner: "Who is your surname? Where is it? Why don't you come quickly?"

Captive: "￥%#%…*…*#￥#￥@!#!!!"

Jiang Jin: ""

OK, I didn't understand a word, and then I realized that my expression was a bit redundant.

He slowed down awkwardly and said to Zhao Wei: "Is there any injury in the tent?"

"right."

"Then let the doctor save the person first!" He pointed to the one at the door, "This one is escorted back first, and then go back and examine it in detail."

As he spoke, he turned around and wanted to leave.

However, Zhang Shijie secretly pulled him to him.

Jiang Dianshuai looked at the Taiwei and thought to himself, why are you pulling me?

But when the Taiwei looked extremely unnatural, his eyes kept floating towards the other side of the pot.

"This is the King of Ning who hasn't had dinner yet?"

Zhao Wei nodded, "No, I just came back and just started doing it."

"What's this? It's very scented"

"Stewed venison, white rice!"

When Jiang Jin heard this, he finally knew why the Taiwei refused to leave.

Stewed meat!? There are days when I haven’t eaten stewed meat on the imperial tent, let alone venison.
To be continued...