"boom!"
"boom!"
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Every time a shot passes, a target will be blown to ashes with the sound of the sky shaking.
The five cast iron infantry cannons that were pushed up easily wiped out more than half of the dozens of targets on the field.
But even with such an effect, it didn't move the boy with a cold expression at all.
He raised his hand, patted the air in front of him lightly with his palm, and then filled the surroundings of the school field, the gunpowder smoke that choked some sergeants could not help coughing instantly sank to the ground.
At the same time, the remaining unbroken targets were also silently reduced to dust.
The destructive power of cannons to open mountains and crack rocks cannot bring any shock at all in this era of extraordinary power, and a casual blow by a bloodline can easily achieve the same effect.
"Do you think I'm overthinking myself, just relying on these things, daydreaming about overthrowing the thousand-year-old rule of the bloodline family?"
Bai Mo was noncommittal, because he didn't care about the success or failure of the plan at all, even if the other party was indeed a quixotic lunatic charging towards the windmill with a sword, he didn't care.
It's just a scene. If it succeeds, it's viewed as a comedy. If it fails, it's viewed as a tragedy. He can leave at any time. At least until now, Bai Mo thinks so.
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"This is a musket, which can give an ordinary child the power to kill the lowest level of monsters in the wild." Lu Yuesheng picked up a short gun, skillfully pulled the trigger, and smashed a stone on the shooting range to pieces.
"Ordinary people in the Great Wei cannot do without the protection of the bloodlines, even the weakest monsters need four or five fully armed soldiers to fight against them.
Once encountering a demon tide, without the leader of the bloodlines to stop it, ordinary people will simply die.
But if everyone can hold a musket, and every city has a cannon, they can slowly get rid of their dependence on the middle and lower classes.
Only by gradually removing this dependence, can we start to turn our guns and rebel against the family.
…”
She spoke out her thoughts little by little.
"Fortunately, a tragedy doesn't happen right after the opening." Bai Mo replied in a rambling manner.
"Why is his speaking style so similar to that of people on Earth, and I haven't heard of the concept of tragedy in Dawei. Could it be..."
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Combining her inexplicable familiarity with Bai Mo and what he had said, a guess that frightened herself suddenly flashed in Lu Yuesheng's mind.
It's just that when she traveled through, the aura on the earth hadn't exploded yet, and it was still the peaceful and peaceful modern society.
She couldn't imagine that a monster whose power was comparable to that of the patriarch of a middle-level family would be born on the earth, and then just happened to travel to the world where she was.
"Are you guessing my origin?" Bai Mo saw the clue from the other party's eyes that were avoiding him.
"No... no!" She felt guilty.
He turned his head and glanced at Lu Yuesheng, but said nothing.
"... Great Wei's internal affairs have never been monolithic. There are many families in the wild, and some small families who were excluded in the council. They are the behind-the-scenes supporters of several peasant uprisings.
My idea is to sell them firearms in large quantities, and to spread the concept of firearms to the entire Wei Dynasty through the hands of these insurgents who are flying around.
In this land where monsters are rampant and human lives are like grass, martial arts are extremely prosperous, and the desire for power in everyone's bones is beyond imagination. Even the aristocratic family itself cannot dare to enforce the ban on guns.
With the help of a large amount of wealth and resources obtained from selling firearms, we can take advantage of the chaos in the world, quietly farm in these counties, and continue to advance in technology until a new turning point appears. "
This time, Lu Yuesheng intentionally uttered some modern vocabulary such as "farming" and "climbing technology", in order to test Bai Mo in turn.
It's a pity that Bai Mo still has the same cold face, and she can't see any emotional changes at all. Her temptations are of little use.
"Why do you feel that this is more like a male transmigrator?" This was what Bai Mo was thinking at this moment.
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"I'm not an idiot, of course I know that relying on these things alone, it's impossible to deal with the family blood who fly to the sky and hide from the ground, let alone the endless evil spirits that have been fighting against them for thousands of years.
But in these dark times, even if there are only some faint, fleeting sparks in the end, it is worth fighting for. "
Having worked hard on this land for nearly 20 years, Lu Yuesheng has developed a strong affection for her, and she wants to do something to make the world move in a better direction.
"Perhaps there will be ten times and a hundred times as many sacrifices as the 'blood tax', who will die on the weapons you sold." Bai Mo said in a slightly teasing tone.
In fact, he didn't really care about how many people would die. He said this just to see the reaction of the "Arms Queen" and how she would think about what she had done.
"It is always people who kill, not weapons, I just gave them the power to choose their own destiny.
It is to continue this desperate reincarnation, repeating the fate of weeds for thousands of years.
Or change the future little by little, and bet on a new era with blood! "
"It's interesting, but it's a waste of killing people." Hearing Lu Yuesheng's passionate words, Bai Mo recalled some people who had been on Earth, and then said something inconspicuous.
"waste?"
"A life capable of thinking is a very precious thing, and it would be a waste to destroy so many."
"Treat the soul as a precious treasure... This guy is really a devil!" She couldn't help thinking of the thoughts she had had yesterday.
"Carve this mark on each musket so that I can bring back the souls of those killed by that gun."
While Bai Mo was talking, he used his fingers to draw a somewhat complicated pattern on the table like laser engraving.
Rather than allowing these souls to return to heaven and earth with death, it is better to let them fill the empty "planes" one after another in the Nine Nether Realm.
These souls that have been put into various artificial worlds will "reincarnate" to different "planes" over and over again until they reach the limit of their souls and dissipate naturally.
The level of detail of the virtual world created by Bai Mo naturally cannot surpass the creator's cognition.
The purpose of putting these souls in is to find out the gaps in the rules of the virtual world one by one through the thinking of these souls, and further improve his understanding of the laws of the real world.
Borrowing fakes to practice reality, using the virtual world to explore the existence and operation laws of the universe, this is Bai Mo's attempt to find the next step forward.
He had learned from Wu Zhi's words before that as the concentration and activity of spiritual energy continued to decrease, the difficulty of entering the next level would rise linearly.
As in the past, the possibility of finding a way to break through by mistake has become even slimmer.