Datang Longya

Chapter 105 The old grandson is coming back!

Zhang Wen scratched his head and said, "It's really like this. Thunder arrows and thunder are both things that kill in a wide range. In this environment, they can't be easily avoided."

Oh, Li Shimin?He asked briefly, "You mean, gunpowder weapons can do the most damage when fighting with large armies, but they can't deal with skirmishers, right?"

"Your Majesty is holy." Zhang Zhongqing rode close to the car window without knowing when, and continued: "In the state of a solid concrete city, even thousands of enemies are not to be feared. It can be used."

While talking, Long Ying, who was lying on the roof of the carriage, patted the carriage three times.

Leng Feng immediately opened the curtains, turned over and climbed onto the roof of the car.

Long Ying pointed to the southwest and said, "There are traces of smoke in the grass in the southwest."

Zhang Wen also got on the roof of the car and said: "Shenhuo Sect will light a fire to sacrifice before taking action. They believe that the fire of the gods will never be extinguished, and the light will last forever."

After all, Li Shimin's skills were a bit weak, he had to use his strength twice to get on the roof, and ordered: "Then let's go over there and see if they can eat us!"

In the words, the commander's arrogance remained undiminished.

The East Turks had just been pacified, and the road leading to Chang'an by the Wei River was still covered with grass, which provided an excellent venue for an ambush.

A rocket shot out from nowhere, Zhang Wen waved the small shield in his hand casually, and blocked the rocket to the side. The arrow shot by the soft bow, which was less than a stone, couldn't even pierce the leather armor.

In the grass, hundreds of barbarians lifted the turf on their bodies, brandished machetes and rushed over howling.

Li Shimin ignited the fuze, drew the bow and led the arrow, and shot the first arrow first. Li Shimin, who knew the effect of the Thunder Arrow, did not shoot at people, but at the heads of the Shenhuo Sect assassins.

Bang!
After the Thunder Arrow exploded, fragments shot out in all directions, many assassins covered their heads and howled, some even fell to the ground directly.

This kind of battle does not require accurate head. Zhang Wen set up three thunder arrows amidst Li Shimin's loud laughter, and shot them without aiming at the head at all.

This is a naked (crab) ravage and a massacre. This kind of battle is just like the Eight-Power Allied Forces when they dealt with the Eight Banners cavalry in the war of aggression against China. The power of guns far exceeds that of bows and arrows. This is no longer force and courage. The gap can be made up.

The Jinglei arrow had already been put on the bow, but Leng Feng hadn't shot it out for a long time.

It's not that I can't bear it, but it's boring.

Surrounded by the Dragon Tooth Army and the Xuanjia Army, the remaining Shenhuo Sect assassins who were terrified by the explosion were already unable to fly, and a near-farce assassination also came to an end.

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There are eight classes in Tianxia Wenyuan, but there are only six math teachers, and this is the number after counting the three brothers Li Chengqian and Yan Liben who is learning and teaching.

The scene where the Hu people taught by Shenhuo could not resist the thunder and arrows is still vivid in my mind.There is no need for firearms, and the invention of Thunder Arrow alone can make the cold weapon troops almost desperate.

To make Datang continue to be strong, it is necessary to cultivate fresh blood, so that the pitifully little knowledge brought by future generations can take root and germinate.

Leng Feng, who came back from the assassination site of the Shenhuo Sect, completely calmed down and devoted all his energy to teaching.

These students cherish the hard-won opportunities very much. They listen carefully in class and ask questions after class. No one is lazy.

Every student like this deserves the "Three Good Students" award!

Speaking of awards, we have to mention the scholarship of the Academy of Arts.

In the first class, there was a country kid surnamed "Bo" whose nickname was Danhua'er. After school started, Han Chongwen proposed a nickname for him, which was Bo Danhua.

Every Friday, Bo Danhua would seal up the meals and take them home the next day for his siblings to eat.According to what he said, the food at home is always not enough. Usually, he can only eat some steamed buns and drink some porridge. If it is not for the lack of his meal at home, sometimes he cannot eat two meals a day.

For such students, Mr. Han Chongwen couldn't help but donate money out of his own pocket, but Leng Feng stopped the old man.

"Sir, there is no free lunch in this world. What's more, what you do is not worrying about the shortage but the inequality. Well, I will pay, but the one who can get the money must be the best academically among the eight classes. Talent will do."

So, after morning exercise one morning, Han Chongwen, as the dean, released a powerful message:

"Students from poor families who are academically motivated can sign up for the list of scholarships. The College of Arts will hold a test every six months. Those who score the top three will receive [-], [-], and [-] prizes in turn!
Remember, this is not a charity given to you by the Academy of Arts, but an opportunity for you to earn face. "

As soon as these words came out, the poor students cheered immediately, thirty pennies, this money is enough for their family's expenses for three years!
Compared to the cheers of the poor students, the rich children are not happy. Although this is the help of the Academy of Arts to the poor students, they also hope to get a reward!

Chen Kun, the young shopkeeper of Jiangnan Cloth Art Workshop, saluted Han Chongwen: "President, it is unfair for you to do this. The students from poor families need help. This is an opportunity you give them. However, we children from rich families also have to compare themselves."

Han Chongwen knew that Chen Kun was also a motivated child, and also knew how rich his family was, so he said with a smile, "Your family has been rich for many generations, it's not embarrassing to win fifty crowns and go home."

Chen Kun said with a smile: "The dean can change the prize! If the student gets the first place by chance, how about having Dean Lao write the sacrificial rites for the ancestors at home in the coming year?"

Han Chongwen smiled wryly and said: "I can't sell fifty guan for one sacrificial oration, but if you can win the crown, I will accept you!"

Chen Kun was overjoyed, Mr. Han Chongwen is now the most prestigious scholar among the literati, and it is a great honor for him to write the sacrificial oration.

Chen Kun imagined the surprise scene when he got the sacrificial oration written by Mr. Han Chongwen. Leng Feng jumped up in surprise after receiving a letter in the office!

"Leng Feng: I don't know if I'm in good health after being away for so many years? Although the trip to the south of the Five Ridges was difficult, they were safe and sound.

The medicine of Panax notoginseng has been found, and the efficacy of the medicine is amazing, which is only seen by experienced people!Although the crude wound medicine is not as good as your Baiyao, it is not far behind.

Feng An, the successor of Mrs. Xian in Lingnan, treated me very politely, and accompanied her back to Beijing in October at the latest..."

Very good!The old guy is still alive!This was Leng Feng's first thought when he received the letter.

It's no wonder that Leng Feng thought that Sun Simiao might burp his fart. In this damn age, acquaintances could be snatched away by tigers when they left the village, and they might encounter robbers who "kill or bury" when they leave the county town.It is already a long journey from Chang'an to Luoyang. If it is farther away, a parting is really likely to be a forever farewell.

　Recommend a song. "Rebirth"... In addition... the plot jumps in the first few chapters because the old grandson is coming back soon.

　　


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