"Okay, okay, let's put this aside for now. Now that everyone is in the same place, let's get to the point!" Although Lu Shimeng wanted to find Song Chen's bad luck, his worries were real and he did not want to cause trouble.

If something goes wrong during the delivery of these weapons, he, the Minister of War, will bear the main responsibility.

To exaggerately, this escort is related to the national destiny, and the fortune is hope, and the court attaches great importance to it.

Seeing Wen Tianxiang's firm attitude towards protecting Song Chen, Lu Shimeng was also unwilling to make trouble at this moment. He could push it back and slowly make a big fuss about it later. Humph, let you be proud first.

Escort No. 1 is a tedious task. You need to use points, draw stickers, and oil the gun. Check the stability of the gun again. A brand new weapon, even if there is a chamber explosion accident, will cause soldiers to feel conflicted and fearful. At that time, the soldiers will not dare to use it, so there is no way to talk about large-scale popularization.

So it's not careless, everyone is very busy.

"Goudan, what do you mean by this? How much does the Terminator's weapon play on the battlefield? Don't go through a lot of hardships to transport it to Xiangyang, but you can only use it as a fire stick?" asked a soldier who carried the weapon.

"Is it useful? At that time, you must use real swords and guns to see real moves, and you can only see it when you see blood!" Another soldier replied.

Song Chen carefully listened to the chatting of the group of soldiers in a small corner. He wanted to evaluate their mental state and morale through the conversation between these soldiers.

He was so concerned about the escort issue that had little to do with him. It was Song Chen's attending physician and his own mentality at work. (The external attending physician, that is, the attending physician in the late stage of cancer in the Southern Song Dynasty)

"According to the neighbor next to my third uncle's second cousin, this iron guy can penetrate thick iron plates three hundred steps away." A soldier put the wooden frame full of iron guns on the carriage, and said proudly that because he was well-informed, he could hear inside information that others didn't know.

"Then Xiangyang is saved!" A soldier who was obviously a baby said excitedly.

"How could it be so easy? The speed of firing in this game is not ideal. I think it can only alleviate the decline!" The person who said this was obviously a veteran. He was not so optimistic. As the inventor of No. 1, Song Chen was not annoyed at all, but agreed with his statement.

Well, the point is that they actually knew the destination of the No. 1 transport. Shouldn’t this be a secret among the secret? Why would this group of ordinary soldiers responsible for carrying boxes know that Song Chen was very energetic and paid attention to the group of soldiers.

"We are only responsible for moving to the dock. How do you know that it was transported to Xiangyang?" The soldier asked this out of gossip and had no other meaning.

"He must have guessed that anyway, the Mongols' three-way army is attacking Song now, and the most intense battle is the Xiangfan line in the middle." The soldiers who moved boxes with him couldn't help but feel excited. He usually pays more attention to the situation on the front line and takes this opportunity to show off in front of them.

"I can't guess it, don't underestimate me. I'll tell you the truth. I heard from my brother. He was on the ship that he was escorted this time. I even knew the details of when to set out and which route he took!"

When Song Chen heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head. Song Jun's confidentiality awareness was so poor. This should be top-secret news. An irrelevant low-level soldier could tell the story, which became their show-off topic. What a irony!

From the point of view, other aspects will definitely be even more unbearable.

He couldn't help but worry about this escort. You must know that if these weapons were obtained by the Mongols, it would really make the other party feel like a tiger.

It’s not that he is more determined to destroy his majesty, but that he imagines the next scene of riding a short Mongolian horse while rushing towards the Terminator’s Mongolian cavalry. It’s chilling to think about it.

Song Chen knew that Lin'an was active in a mysterious organization, which was said to have penetrated into all social classes.

It is difficult to guarantee that the military weapon surveillance did not have any detailed works by the Mongols. Whether this news has flown there, whether No. 1 has attracted their attention, and if they take action, these soldiers will obviously not be able to deal with it. They have to think of ways.

Song Chen is a very conscious guy. Before he knew it, he had already regarded himself as the "attendant physician" of the Southern Song Dynasty, a late-stage cancer patient.

That's why I care so much.

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"Terminator One?" A man in black wearing a Rakshasa ghost mask seemed to be asking and answering himself. His voice was quite magnetic and could even be described as pleasant. It is hard to imagine that such a beautiful voice came from such a gloomy person.

"It is an iron spear. Someone gave it a nickname for Terminator No. 1. No. 1 is amazing. It can penetrate iron plates three hundred steps away. This is what a villain saw with his own eyes. It was invented by a craftsman named Song Chen, a military weapon supervisor!"

Lu Tianyi almost leaned down on the ground and said tremblingly, because the gray eyes were already terrifying enough, but his horror was not even one thousandth of that of the man in black, because he had witnessed the scene of gray eyes reporting work to the man in black. The gray eyes' respectful appearance was vividly in my mind, which was in sharp contrast to his usual cynical and careless appearance.

"How many of them have?" The mysterious man in black asked slowly. Although he couldn't see his face, his eyes were so sharp that he could kill people.

In front of him, lying is probably of great courage, and it is even easier than facing death.

"More than a thousand, the villain is sure!" Lu Tianyi was secretly glad. Fortunately, he made sufficient preparations when he came to provide this information, otherwise he might have to explain what he didn't know about it.

Everything is irrelevant now, and that girl is not important. Song Chen is the most important. All of this is Song Chen's fault. He must die, and he died very miserably.

"What else?" the man in black asked, still pressing.

"We will be transported to the ferry tonight, the destination is Xiangyang, and we will set out at the You hour. If we act quickly!" Lu Tianyi completely betrayed the Song Dynasty.

Those who know the times are heroes. The Song Dynasty has already exhausted his energy. He just made plans in advance, and went a little further than his family.

Just think about my trembling cold when I stood guard outside the military department late at night, my determination to kill Song Chen would be even greater.

If the weapon created by Song Chen fell into the hands of the Mongolians this time, he would definitely be in huge trouble. Imagine the scene when the Mongolians picked up No. 1 to attack Xiangyang!
Chapter completed!