Dozens of bags of ammonium nitrate fertilizer could barely be considered weapons. Compared with the black powder of the time, the explosive power was not even a little stronger.
But for this thing to explode, the required conditions are not easy to meet. It is precisely because of its safety that it is sold and sold openly and has become a commonly used chemical fertilizer in agriculture.
Black powder can be used immediately. However, the large barrel hidden from the manor is in bulk and needs to be processed and manufactured before it can be used as a weapon.
Guo Dajing stretched out his hand and pinched the black gunpowder, and found that it was still in powder form. He couldn't help curling his lips. It's hard to say whether the ratio of ingredients is optimal. It has not even been granulated, which shows its power.
After wandering around for a long time, Guo Dajing was quite disappointed. The food, gunpowder, armor, money, bedding and other items he had plundered and hidden in the manor were piled in front of him, but there was nothing that could immediately increase his strength.
The most powerful thing about a time traveler is the insight that transcends the times and the foresight to predict historical trends.
Guo Dajing suddenly thought of a sentence in an online novel he had read. At that time, he believed it, but when it was his turn, he felt that it was not entirely true.
So what if you know? Do you have the ability to change? If you don’t have the corresponding strength or the corresponding status, who will listen to your predictions and what can you change?
Unless you travel through time and become an emperor, you can do whatever you say and do whatever you want.
In the seventh year of the Apocalypse, Zhu Youjian, who has been hanging on the southeast branch, will come to power. Next year will be the first year of Chongzhen.
If I were Chongzhen, I would definitely be able to turn the tide, pacify Liao and eliminate slaves, and even lead the Ming Empire to the top of the world, becoming a country on which the sun never sets...
pity--
Guo Dajing stopped and looked at the still picture on his laptop, as if he heard the soul-stirring cry again - "Freedom".
Considering my current situation, I don't need to set up any lofty and great ideals. Just like when I'm about to die from cold and hunger, I must first survive, instead of worrying about the country and the people.
First determine a small goal, which is to escape from birth and escape from the slavery of Jianlu.
After that, they will continue to struggle and achieve small goals one by one, thereby improving their status and accumulating strength enough to change history.
"free!"
Guo Dajing really heard the cry that filled the sky, and only in the current environment could his soul feel such a shock.
Maybe I will die in the process, but I have no regrets and will still fight hard for this. A real warrior is not one who is without fear, but one who is able to not give in or despair despite fear.
He believes that he is not a coward, and he has proven this with practical actions. But when it comes to being a warrior, he feels that he is not even close.
Brush, brush... The light of the sword was flashing. Guo Dajing waved the dog-legged knife, slashing horizontally and vertically, as if he was facing Jianluo who did not deserve to live in this world. It was his responsibility to send them to hell one by one.
An eternal mission.
This is venting, anger, and determination.
There is no choice or escape route, either to live humbly, or to shed blood and sacrifice, break through the darkness, carve out a bloody path, and carve out a light...
Guo Dajing's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Zhao Qingshan and Chen Sanxiang came to deliver food to him.
It was nothing special. It was the same thick porridge with salt added by the villagers, but with an extra chicken leg. Chen Sanxiang also specifically stated that this was left by Sister Li Xiu to Guo Dajing.
Guo Dajing had no special thoughts about this, so he just took it and ate it, as if it was a normal thing.
It is indeed true. He was not angry because Sister Li Xiu was slashed, as many people thought, and risked his life to fight Jianlu.
That day, Guo Dajing was so angry that even if a villager he didn't know was hurt, it would become the trigger for the outbreak.
"If everything goes well, we will be able to reach the beach in about six or seven days, right?" Zhao Qingshan did not look at Guo Dajing who was devouring the food. He sat there, stroking his messy beard, as if talking to himself.
Chen Sanxiang smiled bitterly. Who doesn't want to escape smoothly, but how can it be that easy? Even if there are no obstacles in front and no pursuers behind, the trek for these villagers will be very difficult.
Guo Dajing chewed the chicken leg, looked at Zhao Qingshan, nodded vigorously, and expressed his meaning with a "hmm".
Zhao Qingshan smiled to himself, looked at Guo Dajing and said: "If you encounter danger, block it if you can. If you can't block it, run away. Save your life first."
After a pause, Zhao Qingshan added: "At least a few survive, and there is hope for revenge in the future. Otherwise, our death will be in vain."
Chen Sanxiang understood, nodded slightly, and said: "Brother Dajing, don't be stubborn when the time comes, and listen to Uncle Qingshan."
Guo Dajing just raised his eyelids and ate the thick porridge until the bowl bottomed out, then he put down the bowl and raised his head, looked at Zhao Qingshan and asked: "Man-Yu, do you know how?"
Zhao Qingshan was a little confused by this sudden question. He was stunned for a moment before nodding and said: "I know a lot about it. Why do you ask?"
"I want to learn." Guo Dajing showed an honest smile.
"Is it useful to learn Manchu?" Chen Sanxiang didn't understand what he meant and scratched his head in confusion.
Guo Dajing said "hmm" and nodded vigorously, expressing his affirmative answer.
Zhao Qingshan looked at Guo Dajing thoughtfully, and without asking any further questions for a long time, he agreed: "Okay, if you want to learn from me, I'll teach you. It's simple, and I don't know much."
Chen Sanxiang thought he had guessed something, smiled and nodded, with an encouraging look.
When he thought about it, Guo Dajing's request was quite strange, but Zhao Qingshan agreed happily, probably because he didn't want Guo Dajing to think that it was the reason for his stuttering.
Guo Dajing didn't know what the two of them were thinking. He was very happy to learn Manchu.
There is no need to improve on the lurking and sneak attacks that one is good at; but if one can sneak in in disguise and speak a few words in Manchu, the success rate will be greatly increased.
"Okay, you guys can chat first, I'll go back and rest first." Chen Sanxiang left with an excuse, thinking that if there were few people, Guo Dajing wouldn't be embarrassed if he didn't learn well.
After Chen Sanxiang left, Zhao Qingshan began to work as a teacher, first picking up simple words and teaching them, no more than three words at most.
What surprised Zhao Qingshan was that Guo Dajing, who looked simple and dull, actually showed great disproportionate intelligence in language learning.
Once or twice, Guo Dajing can basically remember it; after three or four times, he will become more proficient in mastering it.
"You brat, you used to pretend to be stupid, right?" Zhao Qingshan laughed and scolded, feeling that all the Manchu he knew would soon be wiped out by Guo Dajing.
Guo Dajing still had a simple and honest smile, feeling that he could deal with phrases such as "what", "who", "here", and "over there".
Of course, the more, the merrier, and the more you get, the better.
Keep the rat tail on the head for now, maybe you can use it. Even if you cut it off, you have to keep it and stick it up when you use it.