Liang Yi, who was running wildly in the palace, stopped and turned around.

The huge explosion made the surrounding buildings tremble, and no one had ever encountered such a nearly miraculous explosion.

When the mushroom clouds rose into the air, Liang Yimian woke up from his dull state. He shivered like an electric shock, "What is this? What is this?"

"It's a mushroom!"

"There...that's the place for the traitors!"

"Chen An! It's him! It's him!" Liang Yimeng shouted: "Go and investigate."

He continued running and ran all the way to the front of the hall.

Liang stood outside, quietly watching the mushroom cloud.

"Sister, he did it!"

Liang Yimeng was so excited that he was incoherent.

"I know." Liang said lightly: "They used gunpowder to blow up the city gate. There were gunpowder jars during the battle, and I knew a long time ago."

Fearing the unknown is a common problem for most people, so many legends appear that seem funny to later generations. However, the historical trend is vast, and in another hundred years, future generations will still laugh at today's people.

Liang Yima had never been to the battlefield. This was the first time he had seen such a powerful force of landslides and cracks, so he was so scared that he was out of his mind. Thinking of the Liang family personally leading the army to attack, I think he had seen such things.

"No wonder our army could not defeat the Song people. It turns out that they have such a terrifying firearm, Empress, Empress?"

Liang said quietly: "I have watched the battle at the fortress and have seen the Song army's firearms, which are clay pots and turbulent bombs. The clay pots are densely smashed over and then exploded, with a shocking momentum, but... if the momentum of that day is compared to the shout of a child, then the previous momentum is... the roar of an evil ghost."

"What did he bring?" Liang Yimian thought carefully, "He brought hundreds of town soldiers, and... they were gone!"

"Think about it carefully." Liang said with a serious expression: "What if he used such a firearm in the palace?"

"Destroy the world!" Liang Yimeng just thought for a moment and felt that there was no safe place in this world.

"Sister, the Song people actually have such a fierce firearm, and from now on..."

Liang was looking into the distance.

The mushroom clouds are gradually dissipating, and the distance is as quiet as a wilderness.

"I don't know either."

...

Playing with dust explosion requires experience, and the one with the richest experience is Zhao Xu.

The guy tried it from time to time in the Prince's Mansion, and the scale became bigger and bigger. Finally, he attacked his own family. The whole family blew up a row of houses and was beaten up by Lao Zhao.

Chen An summarized those experiences and tried them many times. But he had never tried this type of scale today. He didn't know how powerful it was, so he ran away without integrity.

When the explosion ended, he leaned out and looked out.

The richest person in today's world is the Song Dynasty, which is recognized. When foreign vassals arrived in the Song Dynasty, they were almost the same as Liu Laolao's entry into the Grand View Garden, and they were all local buns.

And Xixia...he is just a poor man, really poor.

Except for a very small number of powerful people, most of the people in the Western Xia struggled.

The best building in Xingqing Mansion is the royal palace, and the people's houses are so simple that the Song people who came to the first time will feel that they have come to the poorest southwest.

Those simple buildings were in full swing in the explosion, but luckily, when Chen An asked the house to be demolished earlier, the people had already run away.

But the rebels were in trouble.

The buildings on both sides were burning, and the rebels in the middle were either killed or injured, and many were ignited and ran around.

Those running "torchs" were frightening. Some people rushed into burning buildings and then turned into coke; some people rushed into crowded places, holding their comrades tightly and refused to let go.

Someone was sitting on the spot strangely, sitting cross-legged like an old monk, with a peaceful expression.

In front of the palace, the army loyal to the Liang family was already stunned.

There were only more than a thousand people left, and the rebels in front saw heavy casualties, but even so, there were still two or three thousand left.

This is still a disadvantage.

But everyone knows that the rebels are over.

Their generals were taken away in the big explosion just now, and now there is no leader in the group.

"Oh my God!"

It was not until this time that the soldiers recovered.

"What kind of miracle is this?"

In Xixia, which believes in Buddhism, the big explosion just now was a miracle.

"The mushroom is so big, it's still red, just like a divine fire."

"Who made it?"

"Ahem!"

Chen An comes out.

He felt that he could become a god in everyone's hearts with the big explosion just now, but he didn't want to be enshrined in the shrine, nor did he want to return to Bianliang and be chased by Bao Zheng, so he said calmly: "Go and wipe out the rebels!"

"Long live!"

The so-called staying at the forefront of a person will make you meet in the future, but in many cases, beating a dog in the water is the choice that everyone likes to see.

"Kill!"

More than a thousand people rushed up, and the rebels who were still struggling in the flames suffered this blow and collapsed instantly.

"Mr. I'm scary." Huang Chun stopped smiling for the first time. "This method is terrifying. Needless to say, this must be a magical technique from the Mangshan lineage. Unfortunately, I can't learn it..."

Chen An never minds that the local soldiers learn miscellaneous learning, and learn how they want.

But the favorite thing about this group of rough embryos is to make grass valleys, learn, and be the best.

Li Baojiu said naturally: "The husband is a god."

This hammer!

Yan Baoyu said seriously: "This is something that cannot be said in Bianliang, otherwise the censor would turn into a mad dog and would not give up until he bites his husband to death."

A rebel soldier staggered over. When he saw Chen An and others, he was overjoyed and raised his hands to shout.

Li Baojiu fired an arrow like lightning, and the sergeant fell down. Then he said slowly: "Then kill the censors."

This is a fool!

Huang Chun smiled bitterly and said, "This is a rule. Do you understand? Don't cause trouble. If the husband wants to, he can break their legs at any time."

Li Baojiu nodded, "Make a meritorious service."

"Yes." Huang Chun and Yan Baoyu looked at each other, and then they both laughed.

If Chen An can successfully persuade the Liang brothers to surrender this time, many people in the capital would hide at home and dare not go out.

"The famous general with broken legs and heavy weight made them scared!"

Chen An turned around and frowned and said, "Are you idle? Go and follow our prior arrangements and put those people..."

There was a little coldness in his eyes, and Huang Chun bowed and said, "As for the order."

Dozens of soldiers from the village quietly sneaked into the chaotic Xingqing Mansion.

At this moment, the entire Xingqing Mansion was in a hustle and bustle, with all kinds of fighting, screams and crazy laughter.

"Langjun, they are starting to go crazy."

After this battle, the army loyal to the Liang family has now turned into wild animals, chopping and slaughtering people when they see them, and rushing in to loot when they see better houses...

"Xingqing Mansion is moaning!"

Chen An was smiling, "War is never a joke. Remember, this is the scene of a country destruction. If the Song Dynasty did this one day, it would be even worse than today."

When the Jin soldiers arrived at Bianliang, the city of Bianliang was no different from hell.

When Li Zicheng entered Beijing, it was still a doomsday scene.

Huang Chun smiled and said, "The Song Dynasty will surely last for a thousand years."

"The country has a thousand years of life." Chen An looked at the hellish Xingqing Mansion and smiled: "Yes! This is also a certain goal, which will make the Song Dynasty last for a thousand years!"

"So the Song Dynasty needs to continue to innovate and attack. One day, you will see the whole picture of this world and you will become characters in history."

"Can villains go to history?" Huang Chun sniffed.

"Of course," Chen An smiled, "I said it last time, you should be able."

"Help……"

A cavalry rushed over, and more than ten cavalry were chasing behind him.

"gentlemen!"

"Help!"

Chen An saw a familiar noble lady, behind which was a red-eyed army.
To be continued...