The teacher looked at the scholars who lined up and sang Shang Songs and martyrs who were old rules, but there was no slight pity or feeling for the tragic spirit in his eyes.

"The giant said that the times have changed, and the only role of the nobles is the tragic destruction as a tragic scene, which leads to a few tears from the ignorant people, and the rest are worms."

"Although the world is big, the grain and rice are all watered by sweat; although the world is rich, it does not raise worms."

"Since people should share their duties equally and enjoy their own affairs, the giant also said that the only function of aristocrats now is to wear the most gorgeous clothes and destroy them in the most noble way, which is also useful."

"I think... I'll give them a ride."

The teacher's representative of the ink master also nodded and smiled, "Then let me give you a trip."

The two looked at each other tacitly, and ordered: "Come companies are ready to check gunpowder. After the enemy approaches, they open fire."

After repeating the order, the messenger bulged his chest and blew the horn. The commander scrambled to climb to a high place at the risk of being hit by a stray bullet and waved the flag in his hand.

The company commanders of the infantry company that had been deployed on the frontier looked at the flags in the distance and also issued orders from their respective companies.

"Everyone! Three rows of people, check the gunpowder and lead bullets!"

The soldiers who had been watching the engineers dig the soil for four or five days at the front, finally got their spirits and quickly lined up behind the camp chest wall.

As the First Division changed into flint rifles, the formation of the entire infantry also changed greatly.

It turns out that because the mezzanine is open fire, the soldiers cannot be arranged too closely, otherwise it is easy to ignite the gunpowder on each other's body.

This makes the power of the musket unable to be fully exerted. The same 100-step wide front could only stand 100 people, even if the back was scattered and squatted in front, it could accommodate up to 300 people.

Now, after replacing the flint and leaf spring, 300 people or even more can stand on the front of more than 100 steps. The front squat and back rattle can be used to squat down, and the distance between 100 steps can be volleys of nearly 900 people.

When the time is equal, the power is very different.

In addition to being equipped with flint rifles, the lead and gunpowder of these soldiers are also different from before. Now they are all paper-packed gunpowder and lead bullets, which are quantitative.

When loading, put the lead bullet in your mouth, stuff the gunpowder from the paper bag into the iron pipe, and then spit out the lead bullet. You no longer need to weigh the amount of gunpowder yourself like before, so you are in a hurry.

The entire infantry is already a pure team, no longer a flower team composed of spears, bows, crossbows, and muskets. If you need to fight hand-to-hand, insert a short iron sword into the barrel as a short spear.

The six companies deployed in front formed a font shape, and the front of the volley could just cover the front of the entire trench.

The two first-hand grenade companies were ready in the trench. They held short swords and had not yet attacked the city, so they did not issue thrown iron thunder in case the enemy broke into the trench and fought with it.

Some of the people who prepared the city gates turned to Xi Liuzhou Master to teach me the hand-to-hand combat skills of the boarding battle, while the other part continued to become the first-camp grenade. In terms of the root cause, they were the group of people who were the most capable of cooperating with the Mohist school twenty years ago, so the combat power was naturally unquestionable.

The sound of drums and singing in the distance had little impact on these soldiers, and they could not even feel the so-called tragic.

In their opinion, this is called helping the evil. The rules of the world are wrong, but they still have to hold on to the old rules to martyr him. It is really incomprehensible.

Some people are also born as serfs who are fleeing and have a kind of resentment in their hearts, which is what the emperor's father Yue Ling calls "inciting resentment".

It’s a pity that the one who incited resentment was not the Mo family, but the founding master of their land.

Shi has been saying that changing the world is not something that can be incited by a small group of people. The most professional revolutionaries will always be the nobles of the old era, and they are the most revolutionary people: if it weren't for them, why would the world be in chaos?

This seemingly fragmented resentment has grown in the summers.

But in the right way, this is not a matter of course.

In the original history, hundreds of years later, Wang Xietang's former swallow flew into the homes of ordinary people. Where could there be any real aristocratic families? If these things that should have been swept into the garbage dump were not invented a little later than papermaking and printing, they should have entered the garbage dump when the First Emperor unified the world.

Resentment is a matter between both parties. I think the solution is very simple. Isn’t it enough to completely eliminate one party?

Just like the contradiction between right and wrong and mixed love, some people in Lu said that I love Zou people better than Yue people, and love Lu people remaining for Zou people... The Mo family in the Mozi era wanted to be reasonable. In this era, it would become the world. If there were only people in the world but no people in Lu people in Yue people, then wouldn’t there be a lack of obstacles to both love?

Whether it is the people in the city who are fearless and out of the city to harass the city or those who are guarding the trenches waiting for shooting, they all think they are on the side of righteousness.

The Mohist school must have a synonym, and the Mohist school also said that righteousness is profit. The profits of nobles and commoners, farmers, industry and commerce are contrary to each other. Then the basis of synonym is synonymity. If the two are contrary to each other, one can only be taken, otherwise it cannot be synonymous.

People who leave the city may be for those self-motivated "righteousness".

Are the people outside the city also for the benefit of the majority of the world that they believe in, that is, the righteousness of the majority of the world?

When the two meanings are contrary, there is only one that can exist. Now no one in the world can be safe and can only choose one side.

Those deep trenches seem to block both sides and are difficult to cross, just like the hatred in each other's hearts.

But time will flood everything. Even if these trenches are not filled with land, they can be as smooth as before in just a hundred years.

Everything doesn't matter.

On the outside of the trench, the soldiers of Si Shang who had finished checking the gunpowder and lead bullets had been completed and the array squinted, held up muskets, listened to the Shang Song song hummed opposite, and quietly waited for the order to shoot.

On the inside of the trench, I was moved in my heart and thought that I was willing to die for justice. No matter how I sacrificed my life to defend the city. As for whether I could defend myself, there was no answer. I could only escape by dying. I shouted at the Song of Shang and took steps, and got closer to the trench where the engineers had retreated and temporarily stopped digging.

Hundred steps.

Fifty steps.

Thirty steps.

These full-time samurai with leather and Akatsuki were trained in full-time and knew that charging ahead of time was meaningless and could only consume physical strength and disrupt the formation, so they had to wait until thirty steps to start charging.

The brave men following behind them may not understand this truth, but they are glad that the cannons on Si Shang did not fire and the muskets did not fire, otherwise they would have dispersed, or they could not bear it and charged in advance.

When artillery and muskets were released, someone asked Wu Qi whether the formation has become meaningless since then. Wu Qi replied that the more such a formation is, the more important it is.

But when both sides need to rely on formation and discipline, the era of personal courage has passed.

The soldiers of Si Shang who were waiting for guns behind the trench were instilled with the role of discipline and formation since they served. After three years of service, they spent more than one and a half years on formation training.

The most training is that you are not allowed to shoot randomly, especially when the enemy is very far away, it is strictly prohibited.

Because the shelter effect in the army is too terrifying, sometimes camping at night, if someone makes a loud noise, it may cause the camp to roar and trample on each other's army formations to be in chaos.

If someone does not obey orders and fires in advance, the entire company, the entire brigade and even the entire division will be in a tense atmosphere, and the gunfire will be loud.

However, the distance of a hundred steps can actually be loaded at most three or five times. The effect of shooting ahead is very small, and it may also make the enemy close. These principles are understood by soldiers.

So in this quietness, the singing on the other side became clearer, and the appearance of the samurai wearing leather hats and akali on the other side became clearer.

With a distance of thirty steps, you can see the face opposite clearly, and your body is as big as the moon in the mountains.

The raised leaf spring is quietly waiting for firing. Many new recruits who have been on the battlefield for the first time seem to hear their heartbeats, their mouths and tongues are dry, and they can't even secrete their saliva.

I don’t know who it was on the other side, but suddenly shouted.

"Today's business of sacrificing one's life for justice! Eliminate Jie Mo!"

This shout finally broke the sluggish singing and the silence of the battlefield. More than three hundred finally arrived at the position. The scholars and soldiers shouted loudly, saying that the most perfect reason for death that might not be true, or that they did not believe, but needed to find a reason for everything they loved before, and began to charge.

Thirty steps away, the company commander of the Volunteer Division also issued a loud order.

"Roll shot!"

Bang bang bang bang...

The smoke of gunpowder rose, and the infantrymen of the six companies of the charity division fired almost at the same time. The dense lead bullets formed a net, leaping into the front of the chargers, and stabbing their flesh and blood.

The few people who rushed forward were concentrated by more than a dozen lead bullets and fell to the ground in an instant.

Almost at the same time, the soldiers in the second row of soldiers also hooked the trigger under the wheel. At this time, the smoke of gunpowder had risen and I could no longer see the situation on the opposite side.

This is a good thing for some new recruits. If they cannot see the enemy, they can calmly recharge in the bitter smoke as they train on weekdays.

Three rounds of volleys, and when the grenadiers of the First Beast who were deployed on both wings of the musketeers rushed out with short swords, there were no more chargers on the opposite side.

Those who were lucky enough to die or were not injured no longer sang and ran towards the city wall.

Most of the taxis who shouted the most quickly and bravest, wearing leather-haired and red-haired men, had been killed and fell densely on the flat ground in front of the trench.

The blood flowed out was like a winding snake, slowly gathering into a big snake, soaking the weeds on the ground and flowing into the trench.

It ticks, as if it will never dry up.

A scholar who thought he was a sacrifice for justice witnessed the miserable situation of his friend's skull being knocked away by lead bullets, and sweet blood splattered into his mouth.

Fortunately, the lead bullet seemed to not like him. Even at a distance of thirty steps, the lead bullet did not leave any trace on him.

But a slight coolness above his head, it turned out that the lead bullet knocked away his leather hat and his hair was broken.

In the smoke of gunpowder, the Xiandeng camp on the opposite side had already rushed out. The scholar wiped the blood and brains that had splashed on his face and murmured: "Scholars must be dressed and dressed."

I wanted to squat down and pick up my fur hat and tie my hair up, but I didn't expect that the soldiers who had just climbed up the camp across the trench had already rushed over.

He was still squatting on the ground with his back to those people.

The opposite side did not give him a chance to dress up. After surrendering and not killing, he was dragged into the trench, stepping heavily on his chest with one foot, and the sharp iron sword hit his throat.

The scholar opened his eyes and looked at the man who was pressing his sword against his throat.

The same complexion, the same black eyes, slightly different leather hats, the same bun, the same youth, and the same awe-inspiring look of fighting for justice.

The only difference is that the sword-holder wears a modified short brown dress for common people, while he wears aristocratic uniform.

"I will not surrender. You traitors who are chaotic in the world!"

"You can't help but make it. You group of noble sworms who get nothing for nothing!"
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