Ming Dynasty: Tanks blocked the door and you said to me, "Long live Ming Dynasty"

That's right!

The transaction of every piece of land is archived by the government.

If the government does not make any changes, the land deed in your hand will be just a piece of waste paper!

If the archive is burned, there will be no evidence!

After figuring this out, someone stood up and spoke.

"Yellow boy, tell me what to do next!"

Seeing this, others also began to join in.

"Yes, as long as we can keep these fields, we will listen to you!"

"Uncle Wazi, just give the order!"

"........."

Li Zicheng saw that the situation was ready and gave the order.

"It's still early today, let's split into two groups, one to Maojiazhuang and the other to Zhangjiazhai!"

"After we clean up the bad gentry and the head of the village in these two villages, we will meet at the Palace Market tomorrow!"

In order to keep the land, these people can give up everything!

The team quickly split into two groups. One group followed Li Guo and headed towards Zhangjia Village, while the remaining group followed Li Zicheng and headed towards Maojiazhuang.

Surround the cities from the countryside, this is what the emperor taught us!

As long as he moves fast enough, by the time Mizhi reacts, he will have accumulated enough troops!

This trick works very well!

That night, Li Zicheng stayed at the home of Mr. Mao in Maojiazhuang, and all the land deeds were divided equally among all the people in Maojiazhuang, just as before.

But the silver and money were not divided. His explanation was that they would be used to buy war horses and iron materials in the future to improve the team's combat effectiveness, or to reward brothers who fought bravely.

Naturally, the rebels below had no objection to this.

At noon the next day, when the uncle and nephew met outside the town of Dianshi, the two groups of people together had reached a size of nearly a thousand people!

Imperial power did not extend to the countryside, and those who maintained order in the villages were mostly the largest local households, that is, landlords, and Dianshi Town was no exception.

The landlord in Dianshi Town was named Ji, with a single character in his given name, Sheng.

At noon, he was still rolling around on the bed with his concubines in his arms, when suddenly someone outside the house reported that rioters had attacked the town.

Ji Sheng didn't even raise his eyelids, and shouted disdainfully to the people outside the house: "What's the point of keeping swordsmen at home? Let them go, they are just a bunch of rioters, can they really rebel?!"

Soon, more than a dozen swordsmen rushed out of the yard with a large group of servants.

Li Zicheng and his troops ran into them head-on.

Most swordsmen are desperate criminals. In order to avoid the government, they either go to the mountains to become bandits or change their names and hide in the homes of wealthy people to make a living.

They were very skilled in fighting, and as soon as Li Zicheng's troops engaged them, a large number of them were chopped down.

This was the first time that the rebels suffered casualties, but it also completely angered the relatives of those who died in the battle.

The fierce fight lasted for two incense sticks. In the end, the swordsman and the servants were outnumbered and chopped into paste by the rebels who had lost their sons or fathers. They couldn't even be swept away!

There was no suspense about what happened next. Li Zicheng kicked open the closed door.

The rebel army rushed in like wolves and tigers, turning Ji's house upside down.

The fat and big-eared Ji Sheng could not accept this fact until he was tied up and thrown in front of Li Zicheng!

Just like when he dealt with Liu Yuanwai, Li Zicheng did not do it himself. Instead, he threw him onto the street of Dianshi Town and let the local people judge him personally.

The people, who had been oppressed for so long, suddenly lost their minds in front of their enemies and the land deeds.

The sounds of biting, pulling, and cursing were endless.

Ji Sheng gradually lost his voice in the crowd.

When everyone dispersed, only a skeleton was left in the middle, but it could no longer be put into human form!

Under the temptation of Tian Qi, Li Zicheng's team expanded wildly again, from one thousand people to one thousand eight hundred people!

He did not stop, but split up the team again and went to the surrounding villages to continue fighting the local tyrants.

Three days later, early in the morning, Mizhi County.

As soon as the sky brightened, a bailiff rushed into the backyard of the county government office in great fear.

"Mr. Magistrate, this is bad. Tens of thousands of refugees have arrived outside the city, armed with sticks. It looks like they want to attack the county!"

........

At the same time, exactly the same thing was happening in Ansai, Lantian and Dingbian!

Gao Yingxiang, Zhang Xianzhong and Liu Zongmin also began to attack the county town!

Chapter 28 Planning? That's what scholars do!

In the Forbidden City.

Zhu Youxiao looked at the secret memorial sent by Wei Zhongxian and couldn't stop smiling.

He originally thought that Li Zicheng and others would plan for some time before taking action after returning, but he forgot the identities of these people!

Planning?

That's what scholars do!

These rough guys are just useless. How can they have the brains to plan something?

If they really knew how to plan, they wouldn't have ruined their good cards as recorded in history books!

He threw the memorial into the brazier, wrapped his cloak tightly around himself, and looked at Wei Zhongxian.

"How is the situation in the Beijing camp now?"

"Your Majesty, the old and weak have all been dismissed, and as of yesterday, six thousand new soldiers have been recruited. Commander Sun said that we can start training when the snow is less severe."

Zhu Youxiao nodded but did not comment.

Even though they train hard in the coldest days of winter, these are new recruits and their physical fitness has not yet been improved. If they are thrown directly into the snow, they will probably freeze to death before they even have time to develop enough physical fitness!

"Go and call Xu Guangqi to me!"

After giving some casual instructions, he continued to work on his own things with his head down.

That's a drawing.

A blueprint of a mortar!

The limited technological level of this era greatly restricted his performance.

But it’s no problem to make a mortar!

The gun body of this thing is extremely simple, just a cylinder, an angle-adjustable bracket and a base.

What is really complicated is actually the fuse on the shell.

Normally, the fuses used to make bullets and artillery shells are mostly made of a material called mercury fulminate, but he didn't!

This thing requires an entire chemical industry chain to produce.

At least, it is impossible to make it before three acids and two bases.

So he needs to find an alternative solution.

And for this kind of thing, only the all-rounder Xu Guangqi could be the one to do it.

The order was given to Wei Zhongxian in the morning, but Xu Guangqi arrived late in the evening. Just as he was about to pay his respects, Zhu Youxiao pulled him in front of the imperial desk.

"I don't like those empty words. Lord Xu, take a look at this!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the drawings and began to introduce them to him.

"This is the sketch I drew. It's a new type of artillery. It's small in size, so one person can carry it around, and it's extremely easy to control!"

"........."

Xu Guangqi had a high level of comprehension. Even though he was now 65 years old, he still quickly understood the principles of the mortar and figured out its advantages on the battlefield.

He took a deep breath, took two steps back, and bowed to Zhu Youxiao.

"Your Majesty is truly a man of talent!"

"This thing is wonderful. If it can be equipped to the border troops when defending the city..."

"No! With this, our Great Ming army can take the initiative to attack! Drive the Jurchens back to the old forests of white mountains and black waters!"

Zhu Youxiao nodded: "That's right!"

"But right now there is nothing suitable to act as a lead drug."

"I need something extremely sensitive to ignite the propellant of the shells!"

"I wonder if Lord Xu might have thought of something useful?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Guangqi rubbed his temples and carefully searched his memory for materials that met the requirements.

white phosphorus?

No, that thing cannot be preserved, and it needs to reach a certain temperature to spontaneously combust.

Red phosphorus?

Even worse, that stuff is harder to catch fire than white phosphorus.

Today's gunpowder is no good either. The impact of the falling shells cannot ignite it at all...

He was confused for a moment and began to rub his hands on his face, but he suddenly stopped and looked down at his hands.

hot?

Why does my face feel hot when I rub my hands on it?

Is it because of the face?

He mechanically put the drawing aside and rubbed it on the table with his right hand.

A fiery feeling came from the palm of his hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Your Majesty, maybe you can try the candle method!"

"Hair candle? What is that?"

Zhu Youxiao had never heard of this thing and couldn't help but become confused.

Xu Guangqi said excitedly: "The fa candle was first called the dai candle. It is said that it was invented by a palace maid during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Put sulfur on a wooden stick, and then use the stick to rub the flint to make it ignite."

"Tao Zongyi of the previous dynasty also mentioned in his book "Chu Geng Lu": Hangzhou people cut pine wood into small pieces, which are as thin as paper, and smear the top of the wood pieces with melted sulfur. They are called "Fazhu" or "Cui'er". They are used to start fires and replace candles. According to historical records, in the sixth year of Jiande of Zhou Dynasty, the poor concubines of Qi made a living by making candles. Could it be that the Hangzhou people made it?"

"It's just that this generation of candles is difficult to preserve, and the flames emitted when burning are poisonous, so they have never been used in the palace. It's normal that Your Majesty has never heard of this thing."

Zhu Youxiao: ???

What do you mean you haven't heard of it!

Isn't this thing just a match?

In his previous life, matches were called "foreign matches". He always thought that this thing was invented by foreigners!

It turns out that it was invented by our ancestors!

And it was created during the Northern and Southern Dynasties!

It’s just that the materials used are different, but the effect is the same!

He quickly found a piece of white paper and started writing and drawing on it.

After a short while, two three-dimensional patterns were drawn.

It is a combination of a torus and a cylinder at the bottom and a cone at the top.

Pointing at the round stick, he said to Xu Guangqi: "Look, my dear, I intend to stick flints all over this stick to serve as the firing device of the mortar."

"And this ring is the base of the shell!"

"Its interior is coated with sulfur, and an extremely thin copper sheet is used to separate the propellant and the ring inside the shell!"