In early March, when the orioles were flying and the grass was growing, the southwest front was still scarred from war. Search: \(¨Complete¨ Book¨God¨ Station¨) to read high-quality literature for free.

After noon, the sky became slightly overcast. The Battle of Wangyuan Bridge was a day past, and both sides were in an unprecedentedly delicate atmosphere. The battle report from Wangyuan Bridge poured like a bucket of cold water on the Jurchens, while the Chinese army was observing whether this bucket of cold water would produce the desired effect.

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Amidst the vast mountains, there was still killing, but the front line of Lion Ridge was silent. Shells had blasted the ground black, and the bloody atmosphere still lingered. On the line of confrontation, both sides sent out a team of people, placing two simple chairs and a wooden table on the open ground, and erecting a small canopy. Both sides carefully checked all the items and the condition of the ground nearby.

After Wanyan Zonghan's reply arrived, it was destined that this day would be recorded in future generations' history books like the Battle of Wangyuan Bridge. Although there were many persuaders on both sides, reminding Ning Yi or Zonghan to beware of the other side's dirty tricks, and believing that such a meeting was not really necessary, the fact was that after Zonghan replied, the whole matter had already been settled, and there was no room for reversal.

"I postured to invite him to meet, and he agreed, but then I said forget it, I don't dare to go. That's not good. I also need face, I can't afford to lose that face."

Ning Yi, in the Chinese army, refused all persuasion with a smile. Similar situations probably occurred in the Jurchen army camp.

The meeting time was at the second quarter of Wei time (2 PM) on this day. After the two guard teams checked the surrounding conditions, both sides agreed to bring one person to participate in the meeting. Ning Yi brought Lin Qiu, a senior staff officer of the army - Hong Ti wanted to follow at one point, but the negotiation wasn't just about saying a few harsh words. The high-level negotiations often involved the handling of many detailed matters, so Lin Qiu ultimately went along.

Because the Chinese army had a slight upper hand at this time, and considering the other side's possible impulse to decapitate a general, the secretary and security aspects placed the responsibility on Lin Qiu, which made the always capable Lin Qiu quite nervous, and even promised several times that he would protect Mr. Ning's safety with his own life in a crisis. However, when it came time to depart, Ning Yi simply said to him: "There will be no danger, be calm, and consider the next negotiation."

At this time, Ning Yi's face had become serious, giving everyone a sense of alienation, but extremely dignified. He was wearing a black-dominated military coat, and under the escort of Hong Ti and others, he left the camp gate. On the confrontational battlefield, only two teams of guards remained near the center. Zonghan and Gao Qingyi, wearing general's cloaks, also came out of the camp on the other side.

High wooden frames were being erected between the camps on the Chinese army's side. Ning Yi and Lin Qiu walked past the position of the guards, and then continued forward. Zonghan's side was the same. When the four people met under the canopy in the center, tens of thousands of troops on both sides were watching from their respective positions.

Ning Yi sized up Zonghan and Gao Qingyi, and the other side was also sizing up this side. Wanyan Zonghan's beard and hair were half white. When he was young, he must have had a solemn, square face. There was a murderous aura between his brows, but after he got old, the murderous aura was more transformed into dignity. His figure had the heaviness of a northerner, which was awe-inspiring. Gao Qingyi had an insidious face with extremely high cheekbones. He was accomplished in both literary and military skills, and had killed countless people in his life. He was also an opponent who had always made enemies tremble with fear.

Compared to Zonghan and Gao Qingyi, who had spent their lives on the battlefield and looked like tigers and wolves, Ning Yi and Lin Qiu looked much younger. Lin Qiu was a young officer in the Chinese army, belonging to the young and vigorous faction personally cultivated by Ning Yi. Although he was a staff officer, the military style had been ingrained in his bones. He walked straight, with his hands behind his back like a pine tree. Facing the two pillars of the Jin Kingdom who had wreaked havoc on the world, Lin Qiu's eyes contained vigilance, but more of a determination to rush towards the other side without hesitation if necessary.

Ning Yi's expression had no smile, but he did not appear nervous, just maintaining a natural seriousness. When he got closer and his eyes swept across the faces of the two people opposite him, he spoke directly.

"Zhanhan, Gao Qingyi, I finally meet you." He walked to the table, glanced at Zonghan, "Sit."

Zonghan walked to the table with his hands behind his back, pulled out a chair. Ning Yi took out a two-finger-long bamboo tube from his coat pocket and pressed it on the table with two fingers. Zonghan came over, sat down, and then Ning Yi pulled out a chair and sat down.

"The war has been fought for more than four months, it's time to meet." Zonghan put his hands on the table, his eyes filled with a sense of vicissitudes, "More than ten years ago, if I had known about you, I wouldn't have besieged Taiyuan, I should have gone to Bianliang."

Zonghan's words were slightly hoarse, but at this moment, they seemed sincere. The national war between the two sides had reached such a degree that it involved the life and death of millions of people, and the general trend of the world. Verbal competition did not have much meaning. That was why he admitted the value of Ning Yi and the Chinese army in his first sentence: If I could go back more than ten years, killing you would be the first priority.

Ning Yi looked at Zonghan, turned to Gao Qingyi, and then back to Zonghan, nodded. Gao Qingyi, on the other hand, smiled insidiously: "Before coming, I proposed that we should take this opportunity to kill you, then the southwest matter can be resolved. Future generations will say in history books that Ning, the butcher, was stupid and ridiculous. Given the current situation, he actually insisted on going to a solo meeting - it's embarrassing even to die."

Ning Yi didn't look at Gao Qingyi, sat there in silence for a moment, still looking at Zonghan: "...Relying on a breath, everything went smoothly for thirty years, you are old, if you lose this breath, you can't be human...A year later, when you think of today, you will regret it, but not today. You should worry about a coup in the Chinese army, and a rocket flying over from there, falling on the heads of the four of us... But I have taken precautions for this... Let's get down to business."

"I want to introduce you to something, it's called a water gun, it's a small bamboo tube." Ning Yi picked up the small bamboo tube he had put on the table earlier. The back of the bamboo tube was a wooden piston that could be pulled. Zonghan and Gao Qingyi both looked puzzled. "Something that children in the countryside often play with, put it in the water, pull the wood, suck the water in, and then push it, spraying you in the face. This is the basic principle."

Ning Yi placed the bamboo tube on the table, pushed it forward, and then looked at the two of them. On his face, besides seriousness, there was no other expression.

"Through the study of things, replacing the bamboo with something stronger, changing the propulsion to gunpowder, and firing bullets, it became the *tuhuoqiang* that Wuchao already had. The *tuhuoqiang* is flashy and impractical. First of all, the gunpowder is not strong enough, secondly, the barrel is not strong enough, and thirdly, the bullets fired will fly randomly, which is meaningless compared to bows and arrows, and may even injure your own people due to explosions."

"So we replaced the barrel with thick cast iron, even hundred-refined fine steel, strengthened the power of the gunpowder, added more gunpowder, and used it to fire bullets, which became the iron cannons you saw. The evolution of the study of things is very simple. First, the explosive power of the gunpowder, that is, how much thrust the wood at the back of this small bamboo tube can provide, determines how strong this thing is. Second, whether the bamboo tube can withstand the explosion of the gunpowder and launch the thing out, with more force, further, faster, and more able to destroy the armor or even the shields on your body."

He paused slightly, and Zonghan was looking at the bamboo tube, and then said: "Ning the butcher... can teach me?"

The two sides were talking as if extremely casually, and Ning Yi continued: "The study of things, many times, is to study these two things, gunpowder is the spear, and the material that can withstand the explosion of gunpowder is the shield. The combination of the strongest spear and the most solid shield, when the range of the *tuhuoqiang* exceeds that of bows and arrows, bows and arrows will have to withdraw from the battlefield. Your Great Manufacturing Institute studies iron cannons, and you will find that putting gunpowder in without limit will cause the iron cannons to explode. The quality of the steel determines how big a cannon you can make, and whether you can have an advantage on the battlefield."

"In the process of forging steel, we have discovered many laws, such as some steel is more brittle, and some steel looks dense after forging, but there are actually very small bubbles in the middle, which are prone to explosion. When forging steel reaches a limit, you need to use hundreds or thousands of methods to break through it. Breaking through it may increase the distance of the *tuhuoqiang* by five or ten *zhang*, and then you will encounter another limit."

Ning Yi said here, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, nervously, as if he was smiling, but it seemed ferocious: "But unlike bows and arrows, bows and arrows have not increased much in range since their invention. Although steelmaking will encounter one limit after another, they can all be broken through, but the work is very much, very detailed, and each crossing of a limit may even take several years or more than a decade. Every step you take, it will be a little bit stronger."

He paused.

"...From Little Cang River to today, what you see is just our one step ahead of you in these ingenious and skillful arts, and you can rely on people to cross that one step. But from the appearance of the sniper rifle at a distance of 100 *zhang*, the distance is already two steps, neither you nor even Xiyin have realized this. And at Wangyuan Bridge, it's the third step."

"You should have already discovered this, and then you think, maybe after going back, you can create things like ours, or find a way to deal with it, and you will still have a way. But I can tell you that in between each step you see, there is at least ten years of time. Even if you let Xiyin fully develop his Great Manufacturing Institute, ten years later, he still won't be able to create these things."

"We walked these steps in a very difficult environment, relying on the poor manpower and material resources of Liangshan. Now we are rich in the southwest, and we have repelled you, and our situation will stabilize. Ten years later, there will be no more Jin Kingdom and Jurchens in this world."

The sky was still overcast, and the wind was rising in the mountains. After Ning Yi finished speaking, Zonghan put down the small bamboo tube. He turned his head to look at Gao Qingyi, and Gao Qingyi also looked at him. Then the two old Jin generals began to laugh. Ning Yi clasped his hands on the table, and the corners of his mouth gradually turned into an arc, and then he laughed along. The three people laughed non-stop, and Lin Qiu stood aside with his hands behind his back, coldly watching Zonghan and Gao Qingyi.

"Ning the butcher said these things, could it be that he thought this commander..."

Wanyan Zonghan spoke while laughing loudly, Ning Yi tapped his fingers on the table, also laughing: "Marshal is laughing at me for talking nonsense, right? Hahahaha..."

"Haha, Ning the butcher's empty words and intimidation are really ridiculous!"

"Hahahaha, I'm going to kill your son in a while."

"..."

Zonghan's expression stiffened for a moment, and then he continued his laughter, the laughter gradually turning into a bloody killing intent. Ning Yi stared into his eyes, and continued to laugh all the time. After a long time, his smile stopped, his eyes still looking at Zonghan, using his finger to press on the small bamboo tube on the table, pushing it forward. Word by word.

"For more than ten years, the lives of tens of millions of people in the Central Plains, including from Little Cang River to now, the blood sticking to your hands, you will return it bit by bit in a very desperate situation..."

"I'm giving it to all of you."

Under the small canopy, in Ning Yi's eyes, was an equally chilling killing intent. Different from Zonghan's oppressive aura, Ning Yi's killing intent was abnormally cold. At this moment, the air seemed to be dyed pale by this coldness.

Under the canopy, the two people's eyes seemed to divide it into two extremes of ice and fire.

Gao Qingyi moved slightly.

Lin Qiu stared at Gao Qingyi, and also moved slightly.

The confrontation lasted for a moment. The sky was cloudy, and the wind blew through the grass.

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