Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

The few lines of words in the light screen stirred Zhang Fei's nerves, burning him to the point of death.

Violent and merciless!

Don't show mercy to soldiers!

The villain asks for credit with his head!

Death without a whole body!

"Ahhhhh!" His muscles were trembling. Even though there were several big men pressing on him, Zhang Fei still stood up, but he did not violently hurt anyone or punch at the light screen as Liu Bei worried.

Zhang Fei just stood there and roared, and there was boundless depression in his roar.

Huang Yueying frowned and covered her ears. She felt like she was going deaf at such a close place. Ma Liang and Jiang Wan were also staggering around.

Chen Dao, holding a saber in his hand, opened the door and saw this scene.

"Uncle Zhi, nothing is wrong here..." Liu Bei didn't know how to explain, but Chen Dao had always been taciturn, so he bowed and closed the door again.

After roaring, Zhang Fei became quiet again, "Second brother, let me go..." Zhang Fei whispered.

There was no ferocity in his words, so Guan Yu let go.

Without looking at other people's faces, Zhang Fei lowered his head and slowly left the side hall. He walked out the door and said in a low voice:

"I'm going to rest... Brother, don't worry. If my second brother doesn't kill Shiren Mifang, I won't kill Fan Jiang and Zhang Da."

The hall door closed again, and Guan Yu stood up almost immediately: "I'll go talk to Yide."

After Guan Yu left, Liu Bei sighed. He couldn't remember how many times he sighed today:

"I also often say that if you rule the army with virtue, you must impose harsh punishments and do not show mercy to the subordinates. In this way, in the army, there are often resentful athletes accompanying you. Isn't this a recipe for disaster?"

The remaining people looked at each other, what else could they say? I guess the third general was a little ashamed and couldn't restrain himself.

"I also found something..." Huang Yueying rubbed her ears and raised the drawing in her hand to signal.

Those were two things she copied on the desk in the corner of the light curtain when others were shocked by the hellish battlefield of later generations.

The characters written in later generations were similar in form and spirit to theirs at this time. Kong Ming tried his best to identify them and recognized them: "Leggings? And fried noodles?"

Looking at the text describing its effect, Liu Bei remembered his early experiences:

"In my early years, when I was selling mats and walking around, I heard a merchant tell me that when walking for a long distance, I would tie my trousers tightly to prevent snakes and insects from attaching to my buttocks. I never thought that wrapping it with sesame seeds would have such an effect."

This thing has no threshold, and the effect looks very good. Liu Bei decided with a wave of his hand:

Copied!

"This fried noodles seems to be the rations for the army of later generations?" Kong Ming attached great importance to logistics and read out the text:

“During the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, the volunteers relied on ‘a mouthful of fried noodles and a mouthful of snow’ to help the Korean people repel the American invaders who ate canned meat and drank coffee. Fried flour is made from wheat, soybeans, sorghum, corn and other grains ground into powder and mixed with a little salt. Stir-fried, it was the main ration for the Volunteer Army at that time."

"Only relying on these to defeat an enemy who has no shortage of meat?" Huang Zhong found it difficult to understand.

He spent the first half of his life leading troops in Jingzhou, and had little experience in war. It was normal for tired soldiers to cause trouble due to lack of food and meat, and to indulge in drunkenness and make noise to disturb the people.

If those old troops gave them this fried noodles as military rations, Huang Zhong had no doubt that he would be kidnapped by these soldiers that night and sent to the camp opposite to collect the thing called canned meat!

Kong Ming silently stood up and pulled out a page from the pile of old papers behind him. It was a page with "Three Major Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention" written on it.

Huang Zhong and Zhao Yun couldn't help but shake their heads. They were both generals with ideas, and the eleven military regulations of later generations were easy to understand, but because they were easy to understand, they knew how difficult it was to implement!

Don't steal things, don't disturb the people, show compassion to fellow prisoners, don't torture prisoners, and hide things without selfishness.

If you can do all of this, why bother becoming a soldier?

Zilong and Yunchang both read a lot. They had also counted the generals of the previous dynasty in private before. The conclusion was that not to mention eleven, even half of them, none of them could do it.

Therefore, the two generals had a private guess at that time: Could it be that such an army in future generations would be driven away by heavy profits?

But now the military rations in front of him made Zhao Zilong overturn this guess in his heart.

How can an army driven by profit-seeking eat such rations?

What on earth were these soldiers of later generations fighting for, eating such food and adhering to unimaginably strict military regulations?

Everyone in the hall couldn't figure it out, but Kong Ming had a vague guess in his heart:

There are so many civil servants and generals in Shu Han who have sacrificed their lives to serve the country. Can't they surrender and enjoy glory and wealth?

It’s not that I can’t, but I really don’t want to.

"Such a military ration, we can use it as a reference." Kong Ming took a long breath and didn't think about other things for the time being: "This fried noodles is similar to the Hu pancake used for military rations during Sejong's reign, and the production method is even simpler."

Liu Bei nodded and made a far-sighted decision again:

Copied!

After watching the [next video will be played in three months] displayed on the light screen, everyone was ordered to disperse.

…

Jiang Wan was dragged to a house behind the county government by his family's military advisor.

"Military advisor...is this?" Looking at the exquisite waterwheel model placed on the table in front of him, Jiang Wan was a little confused.

"This is a model of a round cart for crossing the river made by Zhuo Jing." Kong Ming introduced: "The use of a round cart to connect the stone grinder and the mortar is all the ingenuity of Zhuo Jing."

Even Jiang Wan was a little surprised when he saw that the model that was many times smaller in front of him could start to operate after Kong Ming poured a bucket of water.

He also noticed a small new model on the shore.

"This is my new work." Kong Ming picked up a piece of paper on the case, dusted it and handed it to Jiang Wan.

The above content is not unfamiliar. This is Jiang Wan’s views on coal that he wrote after talking to the old blacksmith.

In this report, Kong Ming circled the words "powder is more flammable".

"The effect of this device is to crush large pieces of pebbles into powder." Kong Ming was obviously prepared. There were pebble powder and charcoal on the table on the other side: "If it is used for military supplies, a bucket of charcoal can only It burns for less than a quarter of an hour, and a bucket of pebbles mixed with charcoal powder can burn for three-quarters of an hour."

"This thing is of great use." Kong Ming concluded.

Jiang Wan understood: "There are many water systems near Jiangling, and the use of round carts can save a lot of people's labor."

Kong Ming nodded approvingly: "I order you to supervise the construction of a round cart imitating the Tiger Crossing River near the Jiangling area of ​​the Public Security Bureau. The stone grinding mortar driven by the round cart charges the same as the Tiger Crossing River. The round cart... No, let's call it water power. Water power The crushed stone needs to be crushed to produce carbolic powder as soon as possible, and the strategy for Yizhou is not far away."

When it comes to such an important matter, Jiang Wan also bows down to take orders seriously.

"Oh, by the way, the remarks made in the side hall about diseases coming from the mouth were also compiled into a book and handed over to me."

Jiang Wan curled his lips inwardly, but still accepted the order.

"Oh, and also, the production of the leggings called leggings requires a lot of effort. I would like to ask Mr. Yan to calculate how much it costs to equip our army with leggings. Please submit the report to me in a book."

Jiang Wan tried hard to resist the urge to roll his eyes and bowed his head again to accept the order.

"Also, make two copies of the list of civil and military personnel of the Shu Han Dynasty that appeared in the light curtain, and give them to me and my lord."

Jiang Wan slammed the door and left.

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