Chapter 1,450 Small Cannon

The two blunderbuss were exquisite, but the flat can didn't care to appreciate it. He filled the bullet into servant Zhao's blunderbuss and taught him how to use it. He said: "This one has a safety, it looks like this one. It can open the bullet chamber and push it up to lock it."

If you push the gun again, it will fire freely."

"The small one is for you. Give me this big one."

Then he cut the remaining bullets in half: "Put it away and hide it. When I am not with you at night, the prince will use it to protect himself."

Maid Zhao nodded.

Bian Guo looked at the high wall and said, "Prince, please lend me some clothes."

Maid Zhao quickly took off the robe of a junior official.

Bian Guo opened his robe, wrapped it in a stone and turned it into a cloth rope. He jumped up holding the two corners of the cloth rope.

When he jumped to the highest point, Bian Guan threw his clothes rope onto the tiles on the palace wall, and his clothes hung on the dripping water on the tiles.

Taking advantage of this, Bian Gu jumped up, climbed over the wall, took off his clothes and threw them back to the servant Zhao: "Prince, hurry back!"

After saying this, without waiting for Maid Zhao's reply, he jumped off the wall and ran away.

The atmosphere within the entire palace became increasingly tense. On the night of February 28th, Pei Yan's class was transferred to the class by Yanda.

Moreover, Yanda personally led the team to guard Hemen and guard the entire inner palace.

Wang Gui came out very late that night. After Wang Gui left, Yanda began to set up defenses.

Bian Guo took the opportunity and said to Yanda: "Lieutenant, why haven't you fired yet?"

Yan Da glanced at Bian Gu: "Do you think it is better for our Western Army to fight against the New Army if we have bullets or not? With bayonets alone, I am more sure, Lao Yan."

"Except for your class, which I personally brought here, who knows whether the others are humans or ghosts? Just don't tell them."

Bian Guan thought for a moment and whispered: "Lieutenant, I remember there are cannons in the palace!"

Yanda's heart was pounding with fear: "Don't make trouble! How can there be such a thing in the palace?"

Bian Guan pulled Yanda aside: "Really, I remember my father said back then that Li Dujian presented a rosewood model of the Taishan to His Majesty from the South China Sea. There were thirty small cannons on it, all of which could be fired.

It has to ring.”

"Really?" Yanda's eyes were as wide as Zhang Yide's: "What about the gun medicine? It hasn't expired after so many years?"

Bian Guan said: "You will know if you try it? What if it works?"

Yanda slapped the flat can on the head: "You kid, didn't you tell me earlier! With thirty cannons, everything will be fine after tonight? Where is the ship now?"

Bian Guan said: "I have asked the prince to inquire about it? When there are no court meetings, that thing is placed in Jingfu Hall."

Yanda immediately decided: "You, Zhang Jie? Go and drag the cannon over to me now!"

After the palace was locked up, only Yingyang Gate and Linhua Gate were accessible to the back garden. There were only basic night patrols between the entire inner and outer imperial city. Many majestic palaces such as Chuigong, Zichen, Huangyi, Chongzheng, and Jiying were like

The silent giant guarding the darkness.

Bian Guan took more than fifty sergeants with him, avoiding Ban Zhi who was patrolling the night along the way, and quietly reached the front of Jingfu Hall.

The locks on the palace gates are even more backward. It is estimated that no one thought that Jingfu Palace would be robbed one day.

Bian Guan took out the universal tool card from behind his butt, easily opened the ancient large copper lock, and led the sergeant into the palace.

Jingfu Hall is rarely used on weekdays. It is mainly used for displaying court rituals but is not under the control of Taichang Temple.

Although Zhang Jie, a country bumpkin, had been a guard for a while, he had always been outside the palace and had never seen the treasures in the royal palace. When the flat jar was shaken and the fire folds were revealed, Zhang Jie was so shocked that he could not close his mouth: "

My dear..."

Bian Guan had already seen the red sandalwood ship model and put out the fire again: "Come with me."

Can only a few shadows be seen clearly in the darkness? Zhang Jie whispered: "Brother, what are these?"

Bian Guan said: "Brother Zhang, don't worry about those people? They are all the treasures of the official family anyway."

Touch the side of the big ship and open the model deck of the flat can.

The model of the Taishan was made at a ratio of fifty to one? It's a model? It's actually not small at all. It's three meters long and the deck is eighty centimeters wide.

The thunder cannon models inside are arranged in a staggered manner. A small cannon is as thick as a wrist, more than thirty centimeters long, and weighs dozens of kilograms together with the brass base.

Bian Guan took the cannon off the mount and handed it to Zhang Jie: "Here, one person can hold two of them!"

After picking up all the cannons, the flat can opened the next layer and took out the lead boxes one by one: "Here, each person can hold one!"

After taking the things, Bian Guan groped in the dark to restore the Taishan: "Let's go back quietly."

When a group of people sneaked back to Yingyang Gate, Yanda couldn't help but became furious: "You took such a big risk to bring this thing back? You call this thing a cannon?!"

The flat can boasted arrogantly: "Don't underestimate it. Although it is shorter, the caliber is still 20 millimeters, and it can hit 300 meters without any problem! If it hits a person, the exit will be a hole as big as a bowl! Ah, you have to try the medicine pack first.

Is it okay..."

"Try!" Yan Da said with a black line on his forehead: "If it doesn't work, I..."

Thinking about not being able to hold a flat can, he was so angry that he took off his helmet and said, "Hurry up and try it!"

Of course, I didn't dare to try it, otherwise the sound of the explosion would alarm the entire palace. I used a knife to cut open the lead box, and pulled out a small pointed cannonball that was two centimeters thick and a palm long. He praised: "It's still paper."

An old thing with a shell.”

Yanda gave Bian Gu a kick: "Hurry up!"

"Oh." Flat Can used a knife to cut open the paper tube, pulled out a ball of nitrate cotton inside and smelled it. Then he put it on the ground, took a fire and lit a branch and stretched it over. With a "boom" sound, a ball of fire burst out.

fleeting.

Yanda was extremely happy: "Can this guy still succeed?"

The flat can pulled out the fuse behind the paper shell bullet: "If this works, then there will be no problem."

Yanda asked: "How to try?"

Bian Guan said: "Just smash it, it will sound like a firecracker..."

Yanda said to him: "Go to the dormitory, cover yourself with a quilt, and smash it under the quilt!"

Flat jar: "..."

After a while, Bian Gu came back: "Captain, it can be done!"

Yanda looked at the can suspiciously: "Have you really tried it? Didn't you smash it under the quilt? Why is your face so clean?"

Bian Guan curled his lips and stretched out his right hand to show to Yanda: "Isn't it enough if the hand is under the quilt? Only a fool would try to get under the quilt, right?"

Yanda: "..."

No matter what, it was good if it could be used, but Bian Gu found that he had underestimated the power of this thing his father had made. The recoil of this thing was actually quite strong.

So I had to take people to Jingfu Palace again and steal the gun mount.

Even this alone was not enough. Bian Guan led others to lift up the stone slabs on the floor, stuck the gun mount at the original position of the stone slabs, and adjusted the shooting range: "Lieutenant, this is almost it."

Yanda twitched the corner of her mouth: "I'm afraid you can't scare people with this thing."

Bian Guan said: "There is no way. If you want to bluff people, you have to put it on the parapet, but there is nothing you can do now..."

Yanda took out the sword from his waist and said, "That's it. Thirty people will guard the cannon, and everyone will take turns to rest."

On the left side of Yingyang Gate are the three halls of Jingfu, Yanhe, and Chongzheng, and on the right are the three halls of Kunning, Funing, and Chuigong. In the middle is a long and narrow corridor. At the end of the corridor, facing one of the most important halls of the Song Dynasty,

Zichen Palace.

The big clock in the Zichen Palace rang past three o'clock, and Gao Taotao was sitting beside the couch in Baoci Palace, not feeling sleepy at all.

Zhang Shiliang came over to check the lights. Seeing Gao Taotao sitting there, he said, "My dear, why don't you lean on the couch and stare for a while?"

Gao Taotao didn't move and asked softly: "How are you, brother?"

"Sleep well." Zhang Shiliang whispered: "It's all under my protection. When I wake up tomorrow, I should change my name to Prince."

Gao Taotao glared at him: "The system is the system. It won't be called anything until it is announced tomorrow."

Zhang Shiliang bowed and said: "Yes."

Gao Taotao said: "Back off."

Zhang Shiliang went down quietly, while Gao Taotao still sat on the edge of the collapse, waiting for the arrival of dawn.

Tomorrow, she will listen to politics behind the curtain and become a figure at the highest power level in the Song Dynasty.

She is a strong person. When the Empress Dowager persuaded her to marry a concubine to the Yingzong family, she refused with one sentence: "I married for thirteen degrees, and I don't know that I have an official family."

In the harem, everything was decided by her. As the influence of charity and Huangsong Bank became more and more important, she even had her shadow in the outer court.

With her three sons by her side, she is probably the most comfortable and blessed queen and queen mother in history.

When Empress Dowager Cao was insulted by courtiers after Renzong's death, she watched with cold eyes.

Don't even think about it with her!

Is it true that choosing a heir from a young age is just God's will and a last resort as Bao'an said? Is there really no coveting of power at all?
Chapter completed!