Spoiler History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 650 The Best Thing

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any sound of people running and shouting.

The long, sharp sound was like the unwilling howl of a giant beast before its death.

The black and white, mottled picture presents a different but dilapidated and busy city.

But it seemed like just a moment and the scene before my eyes was completely different.

It was as if the gods were angry, or as if the underworld had appeared. One could only judge from the outline that this was indeed the same city, but the scenery was completely different.

All we can say is that this was once a city.

The scene flies backwards, and gradually the remains of houses and people can be seen.

In other words, the Emperor of Ming Dynasty did not know whether he could still call him a "human being".

Half of his body was already burnt black, and he just walked aimlessly on the road. Without any shrill cries, he suddenly fell down while walking.

The picture continued to fly forward, and a mushroom-like cloud of dust that penetrated the sky was finally included in the picture.

It was a grim and silent picture, with only that long, sharp sound from beginning to end, until the smoke and dust that swept across the sky and earth rolled for a moment, and then the voices of the younger generation cut in again.

Colonel Tibbets, who was on the mission to drop Little Boy, responded to the operation simply:
"This (explosion) is the best thing I could have done." 】

His voice was stern, completely different from the intonation that was full of emotion when he talked about the events of the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties.

It was not until this time that Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to have finally recovered his ability to speak.

He swallowed unconsciously and sat up from the bed, but then seemed to not know where to put his hands, so he simply got up and paced back and forth in front of the screen.

Finally, Ming Zi's two eyebrows were almost tangled together, and he finally asked the question in his heart:

"This thing was created by our younger generation who talked about science?"

The girl didn't answer him.

Empress Ma stopped writing and just quietly looked at the contents on the screen, listening attentively to the slightly changing tone of the younger generation's voice when he talked about Japan. Finally, she sighed slowly and raised her head:

"Eighty-eight."

This title was not as cheerful as before, and it made Ming Tianzi feel less agitated.

"We're listening."

"I can tell that our young man has a lot of grievances and bitterness in his heart."

"..."

"We know."

Emperor Ming sighed, sat down next to the Queen and said:

"But we still have to pacify the northern border first."

Mongolia has demonstrated what disasters they can unleash if left unchecked.

Although times have changed, when Zhu Yuanzhang thought of the name Nurhaci, he felt that the north seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of darkness again.

"It's just this thing..."

As he spoke, Zhu Yuanzhang raised his head again, and the cloud of smoke on the light curtain was still slowly swirling.

At this time, the light curtain seemed to be pulled farther and farther, taking in the entire mushroom cloud, which also made it easier to see the great impact caused by the thing called "Little Boy".

The bodies of the dead soldiers were no longer visible, the mountains and forests were like ant colonies and hills, the ruins of the streets were like weeds in the ditches, and only this cluster of mushrooms over a thousand feet tall stood out among them.

"This is really..."

Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to sigh, but then he felt that no matter what he said, it would be extremely pale and powerless.

But soon, another question came to mind:
The name Colonel Tibbets is also very strange. A foreigner? A Hu person?
Isn't this thing owned by China?

……

There was dead silence in the Luoyang Villa.

Liu Bei frowned and Kong Ming sighed softly.

Lu Su pursed his lips in thought, his index finger hanging naturally tapping his knee unconsciously.

Zhang Fei either couldn't stand the depressing atmosphere, or was too shocked to see the "little boy" explode, so he pounded the table:
"That's just bullshit!"

The words are concise and concise, and speak directly from the heart.

But no one in the courtyard objected to this statement.

After all, the power of this strangely named thing is visible to the naked eye. In this situation, all the strategies, formations, and personal bravery are like a joke and are insignificant.

No one answered, so Zhang Fei could only mutter to himself:
"It's a pity that this thing was not released by our Chinese descendants, so we were unable to settle the feud ourselves."

"I saw the Dongfeng Express streaking through the sky earlier. Can we shoot it before it hits the ground?"

"With this thing, it's hard to imagine what the war would be like..."

But soon Zhang Fei started to laugh again:

"But we have the Heavenly Palace. If we can create the Heavenly Palace, then fat and thin boys and girls shouldn't be a problem!"

Unlike Liu Bei and Lu Su's solemn expressions, Kong Ming asked with a smile:
"Is Yide so confident about future generations?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Fei smiled and asked back:

"Does the military advisor not trust our Han people?"

Kong Ming rarely waved the feather fan, but just abandoned the feather fan and the paper and pen, stood up, stood in front of the light curtain with his hands behind his back, and stared closely at the content on the screen:

"I believe it."

Zhang Fei also stood behind Kong Ming and said as a matter of course:
"I believe it, too."

"That will be enough."

Kong Ming nodded, and then smiled at Liu Bei:

"My lord, why should you worry? Now that you have established yourself in the old capital, you can go forward and defeat Cao the thief, and then you can say that you have done a good job for the Han Dynasty."

"This military equipment is like a heavenly palace, beyond our imagination. Instead of thinking about it, it is better to lay a foundation for learning, govern the people and open up the sea route."

“When all things are done, it will be a great achievement for future generations.”

A few words made Liu Bei relax his frown:
"Too."

He also stood up and looked at the light curtain carefully from a close distance, and finally shook his head and said:
"We Chinese have suffered a lot in the past two thousand years... I only regret that I was not able to contribute earlier."

The more I see the light screen, the more my views on chaos and order, the borders of various countries, etc., are constantly changing.

"Future generations can reach the moon in the sky, explore the abyss and lift a ship, seize the power of heaven, and use all the means of immortals and mortals."

"I feel at this moment..."

Liu Bei thought about it and said truthfully:

"In the past two thousand years, when has the conflict between the various nations on this earth ever ceased?"

"Rome and Han were both great, Osman VIII was a wise ruler, Parthia, Seljuk, Sassanid and other countries were all great at one time, but how many people have left their names in the world since then?"

"Even my Han'er would have been unable to continue if it weren't for the contribution of Emperor Hongwu."

At this point Liu Bei sighed again:
"In this world of great contention, I can only contribute for another twenty years at most. Now when I think back to my days of cockfighting and running around, what a pity it is."

"Don't be afraid, big brother. There are all kinds of methods in the future, maybe there is a way to prolong life..."

Zhang Fei blurted out what was in his mind, but Liu Bei smiled and waved his hand:

"The Emperor Gaozu once said, fate is in the hands of God, even Bian Que is of no use."

"How dare I bring shame to the Emperor?"

After they sat down again, Kong Ming picked up his paper and pen again.

Lu Su leaned over and watched Kong Ming casually draw a horizontal line, like a climate change map, marking the Han, Jin, Sui, Tang, etc. from left to right.

Below are several words marked in order: iron, paper, naval aviation, gunpowder, mathematics, and science.

"Kong Ming, do you think that these things are the key to the era of great contention that Lord Xuande mentioned?"

If the iron smelting is strong, we can cast strong armor and sharp weapons to guard the border, make iron farm tools to cultivate the fields, and ensure national security and people's livelihood.

The same principles apply to several other things, and later generations have emphasized this more than once.

"Whenever we go through a peaceful era, we inherit the achievements of the previous dynasty and the gains of the chaotic era."

"Together and prosper, this can be said to be a continuation of the past and a harbinger of the

After Kong Ming expressed his thoughts, he circled mathematics and science and said with a slightly regretful tone:

"From this point of view, this is... so crucial."

(End of this chapter)