Chapter 2753 Too Many Travelers
Wen Rensheng glanced over, stretched out his hand, and the entire battlefield world suddenly went back in time, back to before it was destroyed.
But he didn't erase the memory, it was better to keep it.
Zhang Meng looked in front of him and quickly retreated.
It's back to the scene of confrontation with his henchmen.
But at this moment, he understood that it was the gods who had taken action again.
Sure enough, if the gods become agitated, they will take action.
He was numb to it.
Why did the gods take a fancy to him?
He is obviously an ordinary person.
But he soon wouldn't have to worry.
Because Wen Rensheng has already completed his research.
The journey of an ordinary person rising from a small person to a big shot.
Weakness, struggle, strength, pursuit of emotional value, then disappointment, and finally numbness...
"You gain a little mystery of psychological knowledge, and the upper limit of mystery is increased by 500."
"The current upper limit of mystery is 200,000 and 1,500 points."
Yes, his efforts were not in vain.
Wen Rensheng then gave the other party a little reward, which was to give the other party a choice:
"Return to the real world, or stay."
Zhang Meng decided to stay.
Why go back to the real world?
Struggling with your mortgage and car loan?
So he chose to follow his heart.
Wen Rensheng nodded and ignored Zhang Meng.
He decided to try something new.
Don’t you feel tired of seeing Xiao Huan?
"This time, let's go to a historical time and space."
"Okay." Xiao Huan clapped his hands.
"Just a refresher on history knowledge."
Xiao Huan returned to the shadows and crawled away.
……
Wen Rensheng looked into the endless void, and rays of light flashed in his eyes.
In one thought, time and space seemed to be folded.
His vision traveled across the endless galaxy, and finally settled on an ancient and prosperous world.
Ming Dynasty 1565.
Jiajing period.
The emperor longed for enlightenment.
The next moment, his figure was standing on a towering tower.
As far as the eye can see, there are ancient buildings with cornices and corners.
This is a Jiangnan city.
Jiangnan cities have high temperatures and abundant rain.
There is water and temperature, and in the hands of diligent and patient people, there is fish and rice.
People were coming and going on the streets paved with bluestones. The cries of vendors, the rumble of carriages, and the laughter coming from the teahouses and restaurants were intertwined into a picture of a city with the smell of fireworks.
The sun shines on the mottled city walls, giving this ancient city a golden halo.
Wen Rensheng always has an extra sense of reality about entering the historical world.
Probably because there is pain, but also laughter.
Most people struggle to live their lives and laugh every day they can.
It is easy for people to have a sense of sympathy.
Wen Rensheng thought in his mind.
He slowly walked down the tower and entered the bustling street.
I saw a wide variety of shops on both sides of the street.
There are those selling silk, porcelain, calligraphy and painting, as well as fragrant restaurants and food stalls.
People are trying their best to survive, and no one can help you.
So people spontaneously formed clans and barely managed to keep everything in check.
We can withstand minor disasters, but we cannot withstand major disasters, including natural disasters and fire.
Therefore, the clan still cannot solve the catastrophe and is destined to be replaced by a higher organizational form.
Wen Rensheng's eyes were attracted by a small shop selling rouge and gouache.
A girl in the store, accompanied by two maids, was carefully selecting cosmetics.
Her face was filled with youthful vitality and a slight smile hung on her lips.
In this era, Jiangnan is quite liberal.
Because that is not a girl, but a young man...
Yes, men pretend to be women in broad daylight, wear women's clothes, and just let it go.
But some people say that this is a partially sober person who begins to feel incomprehensible and indulgent in the face of long-standing shortcomings.
Wen Rensheng continued to move forward, passing through narrow alleys.
He came to a relatively quiet academy.
There are couplets hanging at the entrance of the academy:
"The sound of wind and rain..."
There was a loud sound of books inside, and the students were listening attentively to the teacher's explanation of the Four Books and Five Classics, preparing for the boy's exam.
Wen Rensheng knew that the area south of the Yangtze River was scary.
During the Ming Dynasty, the difficulty of taking the exam to become a scholar was comparable to the 985 exam in later generations.
This is no exaggeration.
In many developed counties, there are thousands of studying boys and dozens of scholars are selected.
Moreover, relevant ones have to be deducted from this, leaving very few places for serious scholars.
And both young and old participated in the roll.
There is no 10-point bonus for fresh graduates here.
Wen Rensheng stood outside the window and listened quietly.
He could not feel these students' desire for knowledge, but could only feel their longing for scholars and their fear of the teacher's ruler.
Many students, like those of later generations, eagerly looked forward to flying kites after school...
There are only about 10 people in the academy who study hard. It is possible for a scholar to pass the first two levels in three exams.
Only after passing the county examination, prefecture examination, and hospital examination can you be qualified to be called a Tong Sheng.
However, in this seemingly peaceful world of Ming 1566, there is an unusual undercurrent hidden.
Wen Rensheng was keenly aware of this after visiting the academy for a while.
"Study, learn a P!" A little fat man said disdainfully, "When I build a ship, I will go to Southeast Asia to separate one side!"
“Isn’t it more cost-effective than studying hard for ten years?”
"Besides, what do you think a scholar is? One takes the first prize every three years, and many of them have to endure hardships in the court."
"There are also a lot of Jinshi who were beheaded!"
"I don't want to work hard for ten years to be a dog!"
As he spoke, he began to draw a steam engine.
Wen Rensheng wanted to tell the other party that it would take more than ten years for one person to build a usable steam engine.
Of course, this also depends on the opponent's original appearance. If there is a strong backer and it can be built to be usable, it may only take 5 or 6 years.
Later, Wen Rensheng discovered that there were huge gaps in this world.
There are far more time-travelers than he imagined.
Overtly or covertly, they influence the direction of the world.
Some have the seeds of reading, follow the path of reading, and become powerful ministers.
Some become wealthy businessmen.
What's more, they are also trying to change the course of history.
His eyes fell on a young man wearing a brocade robe.
The young man was standing on a three-story restaurant, overlooking the entire city.
The other party's eyes revealed disdain and contempt that did not belong to this era.
"A bunch of fools, without brilliant ideas, will end up wasting their efforts."
"Zhang Juzheng worked hard for ten years, and finally he was copied after his death."
"My family is starving to death. What does this mean?"
"Being a dog will not end well!"
"You have to rebel if you travel through time. It's better to rebel late than to rebel early!"
He was talking to himself.
Of course he wasn't worried about being heard.
In fact, Ming Dynasty did not control the words of scholars very strictly.
Just don't get discovered by factory guards. Obviously, he is also one of the time travellers.
The young man was playing with a piece of jade in his hand.
There were some weird symbols engraved on the jade stone, which seemed to contain some mysterious power.
Wen Rensheng saw it immediately.
Yes, this one still has a double door.
No wonder he is so confident.
Otherwise, it would not be easy for ordinary people to settle down and live in ancient times.
After getting through the challenges of illness and food and clothing, you still have to find a way to find a backer, or get closer to the clan and establish a system.
If you want to rebel in the prosperous times, you can't do it without a few people.
In Wen Rensheng's view, the most reliable time-travel rebellion is actually to gather 8-year-old children, at least 1,000 of them, and educate them according to modern ideas for 10 years.
18 time-travelers with 1,000 people are enough to cause big troubles.
Then we studied guns and steam engines together in one place. Everyone had new ideas and established a relatively fair system. It would be difficult for anyone to tolerate the original Ming Dynasty.
In other words, the centripetal force and loyalty are very high, which other rebels do not have.
Don't expect to start a musket rebellion by yourself. In that case, the surprise will be too big.
There is no room for error.
Teach children that, even if they fail, they can pass on new ideas.
Otherwise, there are no plug-ins, and everything else is a rebellion with the aura of the protagonist.
In reality, after a few battles, the time traveler himself might be killed.
In Wen Rensheng's eyes.
These time travelers will bring advanced technology and ideas.
They will definitely bring about changes in this world.
Some time travelers may try to use modern knowledge to improve people's lives.
Some will definitely use this knowledge to seek power and wealth.
Inevitably, these changes will bring a lot of conflict and chaos.
……
Wen Rensheng noticed the second floor of a restaurant again.
Several more time-travelers were sitting together, and they were having a heated discussion.
Some of them advocate moderate change.
"Don't be anxious, let's establish ourselves first, and then educate a group of more children to support our work."
"Let us have a reliable environment to rely on, instead of being changed by the Ming Dynasty's environment." A middle-aged man said.
He is a sensible person, and his ideas are similar to Wen Rensheng's.
However, someone else said impatiently: "This is too slow."
"We must hurry up and improve the muskets, and then build a military factory."
"Just get 2,000 Miniguns!"
"Occupy a place and then concoct the rise of the Jurchens."
"Yeah, I also think we should hurry up, because I found that there are still many time travelers coming." Another person said, "If we are slow, we will not be able to get anywhere by then."
"Can't we unite with each other?" someone thought naively.
"I'm overthinking it. If a fellow countryman sees a fellow countryman shoot him in the back, who can monopolize it and be willing to share it equally?"
“We didn’t come here together, we don’t know each other, unless we need to stay together for warmth.”
"Otherwise, who will stick together?"
……
Wen Rensheng shook his head.
These newly arrived travelers are still discussing the start enthusiastically.
But they didn't know that their seniors had already started.
The next moment, he appeared on a high hill, overlooking the vast plain below.
There were dark clouds in the sky, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.
In this ancient Ming Dynasty land, two completely different teams are slowly gathering, preparing for a fierce showdown.
On one side is a classical team wearing traditional armor and holding spears and swords.
On the other side is the new army formed by the travelers. They are dressed in simple military uniforms, holding mini guns with bayonets, and are arranged in neat lines.
The Migne rifle is a rifle that was born at the wrong time.
It only lasted for just 20 years before being replaced by the breech-loading Dresser rifle due to rapid technological advancements.
In fact, its principle is very simple, which is to change the bullet so that the bullet uses cork as the base and can expand.
The bullet is threaded around the projectile to match the rifling, and the middle of the thread is filled with animal oil.
The bottom of the bullet is made of cork, and lead, a soft metal, is needed to make the shell.
When shooting, the gunpowder gas impacts the cork, and the cork can expand the bullet after an instant impact.
It is also a muzzle-loading gun, but a rifled one.
In other words, as long as the bullet problem is solved in advance, a gun with an advantage of more than 200 years can be manufactured in advance.
It has a range of up to 900 meters and an accurate range of 500 meters!
This can be compared to the World War II rifle.
This is the power of a rifled gun, and the loading speed is still the speed of a smoothbore gun, which can reach more than 5 rounds per minute.
This is awesome.
Wen Rensheng knew that this was basically standard equipment for some knowledgeable time travellers.
Good use is made of the musketeer industry of the 16th century, as well as the excellent handcrafted blacksmiths.
Usually, accumulating tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition can play a decisive role.
Because in a medium-sized battle, the elites who decide the fate are only a few thousand people.
At this time, the two parties were fighting. It was a small force from Nanyang that was dealing with the traverser's team.
As the horn blew, the classical team began to advance slowly.
The steps of the soldiers were heavy and powerful.
The war elephants also moved out, and every step seemed to make the earth tremble.
The rumble of war drums, accompanied by the shouts of the soldiers, echoed like thunder across the plains.
The messengers rode war horses, galloping back and forth in front of the formation, holding high the command flag in their hands, directing the soldiers to form formations.
Under the sun, a small number of warriors were wearing iron armor, reflecting the dazzling light, their spears were like a forest, and their swords were like snow.
The soldiers' eyes were all panic-stricken.
They didn't know why they were fighting, but they knew they were facing a life-or-death battle.
They were all looking around.
Many people were thinking about how to run to avoid the sword of the supervising team.
Where should you drill to escape?
These people are clever.
Some people also thought about how to pretend to be dead to see if the opponent would be too cruel...
Soon the supervising team came up, and some who were obviously looking around had been hacked to death.
At the same time, the new army of time travelers also began their formation.
In comparison to humans, their soldiers were much more numb.
Just know how to operate rigidly.
The musketeers were arranged in three columns, leaving gaps between each column so that the next row could quickly move forward and fire after the smoke cleared.
The officers held command knives and gave orders loudly to ensure that each column remained neat and tidy.
They actually have artillery.
Bronze cannons were set up on both wings of the array, ready to provide long-range support in battle.
The number of soldiers who traveled through time was small, less than one-third of those on the opposite side.
But their eyes were numb and they seemed to have forgotten their fear.
Of course this is false.
Once they suffer too many casualties, they will also collapse.
As the teams from both sides approached, the battle finally began.
The time traveler's musketeers took the lead in firing.
They opened fire on the dense crowd from 500 meters away.
This is simply cruelty.
Rows of muskets fired with a deafening roar.
Bullets were fired at the classical team like a rainstorm.
They penetrated the armor and took away a large number of lives.
The soldiers of the Classical Corps fell one after another under the blow of the muskets. They wavered and collapsed almost within a few minutes!
"This is thunder!"
"Run!"
"I've lost, I can't beat you!"
Rows of soldiers ran away in all directions, shouting.
They shouted out because they thought that if there were too many people running away, the supervising officer would not be able to catch them.
(End of chapter)