The wind was calm and the sun was cloudless, and the city in the lake shone with dazzling white. A breeze blew by, and sparkling waves appeared on Lake Texcoco.
In the southeast of the lake, dozens of large and small boats lined up and shuttled, surrounding seven or eight small boats. A particularly gorgeous boat was in the center of the fleet, with a bright commander's flag erected. On both sides of the flag, guards waved
With the small flag of command, the fleet moved accordingly, like an arm moving a finger.
Upon receiving the order, the sailors rowed their oars, approached the surrounded boat, and passed over the side of the ship. Then, the warriors raised their longbows, took aim with their rockets, and prepared to go.
On the gorgeous big boat, Avitt and Shulot sat cross-legged on the bow, watching the naval drill. Surrounded by confidants, the two sat close to each other, laughing and chatting, enjoying the rare comfort. At this moment, here,
There are only friends, teachers and students, no factions, monarchs or ministers.
Avitt was wearing a comfortable warrior uniform and a breathable rattan helmet, showing some ease and convenience. He carefully looked at the rocket in the warrior's hand, pondered the paper ball behind the arrow, and asked with interest.
"Xulot, is this the surprise you were talking about?"
Shulot smiled and nodded.
"Teacher, don't worry. Let's see the effect of flying rockets!"
Avitt nodded. He raised his hand, pointed forward hard, and then waved downward. The guard behind him immediately waved the red flag, and pointed the tip of the flag to the boat in front.
The sailors lit the fire and carefully lit the fuses of the rockets. The longbow warriors focused their eyes and shot out the rockets. In an instant, hundreds of rockets streaked across the arc of the sky, flying over fifty
From a distance of several meters, they accurately shot at the unmanned boat. The long arrows pierced the air, accompanied by a continuous "chunk..." sound. Some of these arrows were inserted into the center of the boat, many were nailed to the outside of the boat, and more were
Falling into the water next to the boat.
The rocket stagnated quietly for two seconds, burning secretly inside. Seeing this, Avitt smiled softly. He looked at the young man, but before he spoke, dozens of dazzling bright yellow flames suddenly bloomed in his eyes, and "
Hua Hua..." a continuous sound of air waves.
Violent flames rose from inside and outside the boats, and the temperature rose rapidly. In just a few breaths, seven or eight boats were ignited, as if they had entered the kingdom of the god of fire. Thick black smoke billowed in, carrying a pungent volcanic smell.
Avitt turned pale in shock. The expression on his face lost control again for a few seconds. Then, he lowered his head slightly and saw the burning rocket floating on the water again, and he was truly amazed.
"Your Majesty! Shulot, is this the gunpowder you are talking about? The flame burning in the water!"
Shulot laughed. He looked at the teacher's shocked expression and nodded with satisfaction.
"Avit, this is gunpowder, a great invention that can change the world!"
The king's face quickly calmed down. He thought for a moment and nodded with a smile.
"Very good! With this thing, the Tarascan navy can only retreat. The alliance will be more confident in its western expedition!"
Shulot pondered for a moment and suggested.
"Teacher, this kind of weapon is not irresistible. As long as the opponent has seen it, he can gradually adapt to it. If you prepare fire-extinguishing sand in advance and place shields on both sides of the ship, the power of the vertical rockets will be greatly reduced. Therefore, these rockets must
Accumulate it first without launching it, and wait until the decisive battle between the main forces of the two naval forces, then defeat the enemy in one fell swoop!"
Hearing this, Avitt smiled again. He patted the student's shoulder appreciatively.
"Xulot, you are right! Tarasco's navy is concentrated in the Leman River Basin. I will hand over the main force of the alliance's navy to your Northern Route Army. You must have a great victory!"
Shulot's face was solemn, and he bowed his head respectfully.
"Don't worry, teacher!"
"Okay! Let's go look at the other weapons you mentioned."
After turning the flag, the fleet turned south and headed towards Tianhuo Island.
Behind the big boat, Gillim was wearing a low-key brown robe, staring at the still burning wooden boat. His face was solemn, and he sighed in his heart.
Seeing the power of the vertical rocket, he was shocked beyond words for a moment, and his mind was running like electricity. As smart as he was, he could instantly judge the advantages of the Northern Route Army in the Western Expedition, and the prestige that His Highness might establish... Such a major military and national event,
But he cannot be harmed by factional disputes.
What worries the intelligence officer even more is the king's trusting attitude towards Shulot.
"Ever since the date on New Year's Day, the princess has fallen in love with His Highness and has often mentioned it in her mouth. Influenced by the Princess, the King has become close to her again and has put down his guard... His thoughts on enfeoffing foreign vassals have been shaken... Your Highness's power has grown stronger!"
While thinking, the moving boat shook violently and stopped slowly. Immediately, Gillim stood up solemnly, followed the king and the warriors, and boarded the smoke-filled Skyfire Island.
Shuluo was very high-spirited. He confidently introduced the salt-burning scenes all over Tianhuo Island to the teacher, and Esco bowed behind him.
Avitt's eyes looked around, skipping the busy teams of salt workers, and looking at the distinct saltpeter ponds and mounds of soil, his eyes flashing with color. He followed the boy's footsteps all the way to the center of the island, where the gunpowder weapons were tested.
Soon, the explosion sound of "Boom! Boom! Boom!..." sounded again. This time, Tao Tribulus's fuse was deliberately lengthened to avoid the danger of being thrown. Looking at Tao Tribulus's explosion, Avitt looked serious.
The king's guard was frightened and lost their composure.
And when the terrifying roar of the wooden cannon sounded, Avitt opened his mouth wide and murmured in disbelief.
"Supreme God!...Is this a human weapon? It's so terrifying!"
Behind the king, the warriors of the guard knelt on the ground one after another, their hands and feet trembling with fear, praying loudly to the mythical monster in their hearts. At the end, the usually determined intelligence officer also fell to his knees. His eyes were confused, and for the first time he became suspicious.
With my own beliefs, I was suddenly in awe of His Highness's origins.
Shulot smiled slightly. These epoch-making weapons were about to be manufactured on a large scale, and naturally they could not be concealed. So he took the initiative to show it to Avitt, and also hoped to obtain more craftsmen from the alliance to increase the production of gunpowder weapons.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After a long time, Avitt regained some composure. He pondered for a while and paced repeatedly. Then, the king held His Highness's shoulders, and the teacher looked at the mysterious student.
, and spoke slowly with a solemn expression.
"Xulot, my student, you are born extraordinary! This is a myth created by you. I should have let you take charge of everything. But these weapons are too amazing... I will send some warriors and craftsmen to assist in management and manufacturing
, and then completely seal this place off, as the alliance’s top secret... My child, don’t worry, you still have the final say here!”
Shulot had expected it. Hearing this, he nodded seriously, saluted on one knee, and responded sincerely.
"I obey your will, my king! This place is not mine, it belongs to the Alliance!"
Avitt's eyes shone with relief. He took two steps forward and lifted the young man up. Then, the king raised His Highness's hand and announced in a deep voice in front of everyone.
"This place belongs to the Alliance, and the Alliance belongs to you and me!"
Hearing the king's declaration, Gillim's eyes shrank violently. The intelligence officer thought quickly, suffering from lack of information and couldn't think of anything for a moment. Then, his eyes flashed, and he silently stepped back a few steps, stepping on the shadows of people and buildings, naturally
's disappeared.
In the center of the crowd of guards, Avitt cordially pulled Shulot, sitting cross-legged across from each other, discussing the tactics of gunpowder weapons.
"Xulot, this caltrop waited too long to explode. If the enemy is on guard, they can kick it away or even throw it back. And if the enemy knows about it in advance, they are likely to send skirmishers to charge and kill it.
Throwing militia."
Avitt thought about how to deal with it, assuming that he was facing such a weapon.
"Yes, teacher. The burning time is determined by the fuse, which is currently very unstable. Cutting the fuse may cause it to explode prematurely. There are greater restrictions on use in field battles. This kind of weapon is more used in siege warfare and bombardment to gain the upper hand.
A densely defended enemy."
Shulot was surprised at Avitt's adaptability and admired him in his heart.
"In this case, I would rather take the risk and shorten it than reduce the killing effect." Avitt made a cold decision.
"Is the power of this kind of gunpowder strictly related to its weight?"
Shulot nodded slightly.
"One is the weight and purity of the black powder, and the other is the tightness of the ignition environment. The more the weight, the higher the purity, and the better the sealing, the better the explosion effect. In a closed underground, tens of thousands of kilograms of black powder
By sealing and igniting a wooden box, you can completely blow down the top of the city wall. This will create a hole of several meters or even ten meters, allowing the warriors to break into the city directly!"
Hearing this, Avitt's eyes lit up. He believed Hulot's conclusion and looked at the student with joy.
"You mean..."
"Yes, teacher."
The two looked at each other and laughed at each other.
After laughing for a moment, Shulot continued excitedly.
"Avit, we can also load a large canoe with a large amount of gunpowder, sail it towards the enemy's fleet, and then ignite it into a fire ship to set the opponent's big ship on fire!"
Avitt smiled softly and shook his head.
"Xulot, the big boat is already the largest ship, and the alliance only has more than 300 boats in total. The Mayan paddle boats are only slightly larger. How can there be a ship worth burning with a big boat?!"
Hearing this, Shulot smiled and said nothing. He secretly decided that this was a gift for explorers!
Avitt looked around. His eyes passed over the stewards standing there, fell on the huge wooden cannon, and asked loudly.
"Xulot, this wooden cannon is astonishingly powerful and can roar like thunder. Do you want to give it a name?"
Shulot was stunned for a moment and answered simply.
"If it's made of pine, it's called a pine cannon. If it's made of elm, it's called an elm cannon."
Avitt burst out laughing when he heard this. He shook his head gently and rubbed the student's head affectionately.
"Since it can make a sound like thunder, why not call it Thunder God Tlaloc Cannon! The word "cannon" you created is very interesting, and the pronunciation is short and powerful."
Shulot thought for a while and found that the title Thor was too exaggerated when applied to a wooden cannon. He then suggested it.
"The main god ascends to the highest level, and the gods become subordinates. It is better to remove the title of Thunder God and simplify the name of the god, just call it Trak Cannon!"
Avitt nodded in agreement, and the two of them continued to freely decide on the future of the alliance.
At some unknown moment, Gillim appeared again. He looked at Thalea who was standing behind Shulot, and smiled meaningfully.
The sun was gradually setting in the west, Avitt and other things could not stay there for too long. He said with a smile.
"Xulot, let the person in charge and craftsmen who study these weapons come forward. I will reward them well and give them enviable rewards!"
Shulot nodded and asked Talea and the craftsmen to step forward together.
Avitt's eyes swept over and he was startled for a moment when he saw the young potter girl. At this time, a guard came on command, saluted the king, and then whispered a message. The king's eyes suddenly turned cold. He looked towards the tower coldly.
Leia, the murderous intention passed away in a flash.
Shurot had been paying attention to Avitt. He could not be more sensitive to his teacher's emotional changes, and suddenly felt chilled. The young man thought for a moment, then took a few steps forward and stood next to Avitt.
The king announced the reward with a calm face, and the craftsmen knelt down one by one and retired, until the last potter girl.
"Talaiya, you have done great work in researching gunpowder! I will reward you with the position of a military noble. The craftsmanship center in the capital lacks gunpowder craftsmen like you, so I will appoint you as the gunpowder director of the craftsmanship center, in charge of the deployment of gunpowder for the army! This
It is an important military duty and falls under the jurisdiction of military law. You must be careful and do not delay!"
Hearing this, Shulot felt something was not right. He looked at Talea's suddenly pale face, gritted his teeth, and took a step forward.
"Dear King, Talea is one of my most capable subordinates, and the work here is inseparable from her..."
Avitt narrowed his eyes. He looked at the young people in the queue, and his eyes became colder.
"In this case, I will not forcefully recruit your capable subordinates. But merit must be rewarded!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Then, the king looked at Talea, his stern eyes like a heavy mountain, pressing on the girl's shoulders.
"Talaiya, you are born as a commoner, and at the age of sixteen, you have reached the age of marriage. There are several young people from the royal family and nobles in my clan who are handsome and unmarried. I will allow you to choose one and let you be the head wife, how about it!"
Upon hearing the king's words, Talea felt like she was hit hard. She staggered back two steps, her eyes filled with crystal despair.
Shulot lowered his eyes slightly and sighed in his heart. He could not give up Talea directly and let her face the king's wrath alone. At this time, he had no choice but to stand up... When the boy opened his eyes again, he had already made his decision. He
He took two steps firmly, stood in front of the weak girl with his tall body, lowered his head and replied in a deep voice.
"Dear King, Talea is my personal maid. Her marriage should be decided by me."
Looking at the esteemed student in front of him, the anger in Avitt's heart burst out. He took a step forward, stared into the young man's eyes, and shouted angrily.
"Xulot, get out of the way! How dare you do this!"
Shulot remained motionless. He took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and then looked at the king sincerely.
"Avit, believe me. Alyssa is my favorite person and the most cherished softness in my heart. I will take good care of her and never let her suffer any injustice. I swear by the spirit of my ancestors! And Talea.
..I just don’t want her to marry someone else.”
Hearing Shulot's promise, Avitt was startled. He observed the boy carefully, looked at his growing outline, looked at his calm expression, looked at his sincere eyes, the anger on his face gradually subsided, and his expression
Slightly changing.
Not far away, Gillim sighed softly, and then smiled again.
After a long silence, Avitt stretched out his hand and hung it in the air in front of him.
Seeing this familiar action, Shulot knelt down on one knee, lowered his head, and let the king hold his hair.
Avitt paused for a long time, then touched Shulot's head and spoke word by word.
"Xulot, my son-in-law, remember your promise!"
After saying that, the king stopped staying and turned around and left.
Shulot remained in a kneeling position. He raised his head and watched the gorgeous boat drifting away, the king's flag slowly disappearing, and sighed deeply.
Talea could no longer control the tears in her eyes. She cried with worry and joy, silently knelt down on the ground and hugged His Highness' broad back tightly.
After some distance, Bertard let go of the long bow he was holding tightly in his hand and let it fall to the ground, covered with dust and mud. The vicissitudes of life warrior slapped his forehead with his hand, showing a bit of annoyance, and murmured to the predecessor.
You tell.
The breeze blew by, bringing with it the faint voice of the samurai commander.
"There cannot be two suns in the sky... The sun belongs to the common people in the fields and workshops... Only the noble ones who were born as common people belong to the common people... My ancestors have witnessed that I have never been selfless..."
This was the first confrontation between the King and His Highness, and it quietly became invisible in the breeze. Wherever the long wind passed by, nothing seemed to have changed, only the distant sound of the wind was left behind.
