"If you bet, don't hurt your kindness. Gambling without a lottery will hurt your kindness!" Fan Wenhu's words were shocking. What this is all about.

"Okay, just bet a penny!" Song Chen, who seemed to wake up, said with great confidence.

"Just make beggars with a penny, I, Mr. Lu, did you have a thousand guan? Do you dare to do it?" Lu Shimeng was talking nonsense. He liked to bet, and he didn't usually have such a big bet. He was eyeing the thousand guan that the court rewarded Song Chen.

In order to suppress the young man severely, he was not afraid of bullying the young man with the hat on his head.

"Dare, if a gentleman speaks, he will whip it!" In his opinion, Song Chen was still a little too tender after all, and he would be fooled by using a little bit of aggressiveness.

"Song Chen, you get a thousand stakes in the court. If you have been squandered, you won't use it. This is not a child's house, but the bet is real money!" Lu Shimeng was not afraid of gossiping. The dignified Minister of War was thinking about a child's pocket money. It's no secret that he likes to bet.

"Gambling, why don't you gamble?" Song Chen is really like an angry child now.

"Since Song Chen has been betting, I'll be a security guard," Wen Tianxiang stood up unexpectedly, "Mr. Lu, if your apprentice can't afford the gambling money, I, the master, will compensate you!"

"Huh?" Lu Shimeng hesitated a little. Song Chen was obviously not confident, but how could this smart man Wen Tianxiang dare to be a security under such circumstances?

I looked at the gun again, and I had no confidence and it was simply unreasonable.

"Okay, bet agreement!" Lu Shimeng replied.

"Slowly, I have a master to protect me, where is Lord Lu?" Song Chen's meaning is fair, and you, Shimeng Lu, must also have a guarantor.

"Shu Lu, let me be your guarantor." Lao Jia continued, "You promise that you will fulfill your bet!"

"What's wrong!" How could Lu Shimeng not hear Jia Sidao's dissatisfaction with him, but what does that matter? He won't lose anyway.

The martial arts performance officially begins!

At this moment, Lu Shimeng completely abandoned the position of the Minister of War, and instead hoped to see the new gunpowder appearing ugly or even blowing up the air. That would be interesting.

In that way, Song Chen would never have a chance to make a comeback. He was completely trapped in personal grudges and completely put the responsibility of being a minister of the Song Dynasty aside.

He put his personal likes and dislikes on national interests, but unfortunately this is not an isolated case. Many "big figures" who hold power will not forget their personal grievances and fight in the middle of the country during national crisis.

Of course, Song Chen hated this phenomenon deeply, but he was still unable to change this situation.

After so long, I finally had to test the gun. This is an important moment.

There are thick iron plates around the gun. Song Chen is the general manager of this "Gull Test Conference". The safety of these big guys is left to him, and he doesn't want any accidents.

Monk Li, who narrowed into a line, slowly walked up, as if he had not woken up, as if he was not awake, as if he was a little unsanctuary, but Song Chen knew how serious Monk Li was, and this guy was like this.

The first time I tried the new gunpowder, I saw Monk Li picking up No. 1 with one hand, which was the crooked gun. He didn't even do a correct move and pointed directly at the target, raking in the center of the rake three hundred steps away.

"Ten rings, the center of the rake!" Zhu Shijie excitedly reported that he had now fully accepted the position of "Gust Powder Factory Director". When he saw that he was involved in the manufacturing of new gunpowder, he could hit a rake three hundred steps away, leaving a deep crater on it.

He felt a sense of pride, and he had his contribution.

The next thing was the gunpowder made according to the old method. It was obviously a good gun, but he was far away. He was holding a long stick in his hand and a lit fire note tied to it. He lit it in those steps!

"Wait, why should the first shot be so calm and the second shot be so scared? I think this soldier is yours, so it's not so obvious to show us the show." Lu Shimeng had another problem, of course he would chase him.

"He is Monk Li, a sharpshooter in the Song Dynasty. The gun can be said to be his treasure. He is absolutely sincere in his attitude towards the gun and will never fight fake guns. Even if the knife is placed on his neck," Song Chen said firmly. These are all truths. "In order to make Lord Lu have nothing to say, for this gambling game, if the martial arts performance is more fair, Lord Lu will send another "gunner" himself."

"It's just my wish!" Lu Shimeng didn't even have a hypocritical politeness and agreed directly.

"But I strongly suggest that you use this long-distance ignition method!" This is not a joke. The old-fashioned gunpowder is too large, and it is really possible to explode.

No matter who is injured or even killed due to a barrel blower, as the principal, he is responsible for ensuring that such things are not born under his nose.

Lu Shimeng finally stopped arguing here. During this period, No. 1 was highly popularized in the army, so many "sharpshooters" were born. As the Minister of War, it was not easy for him to find a sharpshooter to test the gun.

A military man came soon, and both of them used the same method to shoot.

Even if the gun is separated from both hands, Monk Li's shooting results are still around the fifth and sixth rings, but the accuracy of the gun is not very important this time.

What is important is gunpowder. Two guns with different gunpowder can fire more bullets, and which gunpowder wins.

Lu Shimeng's face turned green, and the test results were too surprising.

Monk Li beat him a hundred times, but the gun was still the same as me, and he still looked like a "skewer and cracked a date".

It seemed that the 100 shots in a row had no effect on it, and even the cracks did not appear.

Each shot hit the bull's eye and maintained the score on the fifth and sixth rings. You should know that the gun is fixed and not held in your hand. The title of the number one sharpshooter in the Monk Li's army deserves its substantial reputation.

The military man used the qualified guns chosen by Lu Shimeng. The gun was indeed a good gun, but the gunpowder used was used with old craftsmanship. Even if the master carefully created it, it would not be any different.

There were only more than twenty guns without taking off the rake, and even Lu Shimeng had nothing to say. The Junhan he called was his son of the Lu family, and there was no possibility of deliberately fighting.

Even though Monk Li is much better than that of the military Han gun, it is impossible to be so different. Other conditions are similar, with only one variable, that is gunpowder.

All three-year-olds know that the problem is the gunpowder.

What makes people even more annoying is that the barrel of the old-fashioned gunpowder has been severely deformed after hundreds of shots, and the barrel has obvious cracks. Everyone knows at a glance that the next shot may explode.
Chapter completed!