Mystery Makes Me Strong

Wen Rensheng glanced over and stretched out his hand. The entire battlefield world suddenly went back in time and returned to the time before it was destroyed.

However, he did not erase the memory, so it was better to keep it.

Zhang Meng looked at the rapid retreat in front of him.

He returned to the scene of fighting with his confidant.

At this time, he understood that the gods had taken action again.

Sure enough, the gods would take action when they were annoyed.

He was numb to this.

Why did the gods take a fancy to him?

He was obviously an ordinary person.

But he would not have to worry soon.

Because Wen Rensheng had already finished his research.

The mental journey of an ordinary person rising from a small person to a big person.

Weak, struggling, strong, the pursuit of emotional value, then disappointment, and finally numbness...

"You have gained a little mystery of psychological knowledge, and the upper limit of mystery has increased by 500."

"The current upper limit of mystery is 200,000 and 1,500 points."

Not bad, it was worth his effort.

Wen Rensheng then gave the other party a little reward, which was to let the other party have a choice:

"Return to the real world, or stay."

Zhang Meng decided to stay.

Why go back to the real world?

Struggling with mortgage and car loans?

So he chose to follow his heart.

Wen Rensheng nodded and ignored Zhang Meng.

He decided to change to something new to see.

Hasn't Xiao Huan tired of it?

"This time, let's go to a historical time and space to see."

"Okay." Xiao Huan clapped his hands.

"It's just right to brush up on historical knowledge."

Xiao Huan returned to the shadows and crawled away.

...

Wen Rensheng looked at the endless void, and a series of lights flashed in his eyes.

In a moment, time and space seemed to be folded.

His sight crossed the endless galaxy and finally stopped at an ancient and prosperous world.

Daming 1565.

During the Jiajing period.

The emperor was eager to seek the truth.

The next moment, his figure stood on a towering city tower.

As far as the eye can see, there are ancient buildings with flying eaves and pointed corners.

This is a city in the south of the Yangtze River.

In the south of the Yangtze River, the temperature is high and the rain is abundant.

With water and temperature, there is fish and rice in the hands of the hardworking and patient people.

People come and go on the bluestone-paved streets, the hawking of vendors, the sound of the wheels of carriages, and the laughter from the teahouses and wine shops, interweaving into a picture of the city with the smell of fireworks.

The sun shines on the mottled city walls, giving this ancient city a golden halo.

Wen Rensheng always has an extra sense of reality when entering the historical world.

Probably because there is pain and laughter.

Most people struggle to live, and they laugh as long as they can.

It is easy for people to have sympathy under comparison.

Wen Rensheng thought to himself.

He slowly walked down the tower and stepped into the bustling street.

I saw all kinds of shops on both sides of the street, dazzling.

There are people selling silk, porcelain, calligraphy and painting, and there are also restaurants and snack stalls with fragrant aromas.

People are trying their best to survive, and no one will cover you.

So people spontaneously formed clans to barely cover you.

They can resist small disasters, but not big disasters, natural disasters, wars, and fires.

So clans can't solve big disasters after all, and are destined to be replaced by higher forms of organization.

Wen Rensheng's eyes were attracted by a small shop selling rouge and powder.

A girl in the shop was carefully selecting cosmetics accompanied by two maids.

Her face was full of youthful vitality, and there was a faint smile on the corners of her mouth.

In this era, the land of Jiangnan was still quite open.

Because that was not a girl, but a young man...

Yes, men pretended to be women in broad daylight, wearing women's clothes, just like that.

But some people also said that this was some sober people who began to feel helpless and indulged in the face of the long-standing drawbacks.

Wen Rensheng continued to move forward, passing through narrow alleys.

He came to a relatively quiet academy.

There was a couplet hanging at the entrance of the academy:

"The sound of wind and rain..."

There were sounds of reading inside, and the students were concentrating on listening to the teacher's explanation of the Four Books and Five Classics, preparing for the boy's test.

Wen Rensheng knew that in the Jiangnan area, the exam was terrifying.

In the Ming Dynasty, the difficulty of taking the exam for a scholar was comparable to the 985 exam in later generations.

This is not an exaggeration.

In many developed counties, there were thousands of reading boys, and dozens of scholars were selected.

And those with connections had to be deducted, leaving very few places for serious scholars.

And the old and the young took the exam together.

There was no preferential treatment of adding 10 points to the current candidates.

Wen Rensheng stood outside the window, listening quietly.

He could not feel the students' desire for knowledge, but only their longing for the scholar and their fear of the teacher's ruler.

Many students, like students in later generations, eagerly look forward to flying kites after school...

There are only about 10 people in the academy. If they study hard, they may pass the first two of the three exams for the scholar.

Only after passing the county exam, the prefectural exam, and the academy exam can they be called a student.

However, in this seemingly peaceful world of the Ming Dynasty 1566, there is an unusual undercurrent.

After Wen Rensheng visited the academy for a while, he keenly noticed this.

"Study, learn P!" A little fat man said disdainfully, "When I build a ship, I will go to Nanyang to establish a separatist regime!"

"Isn't it more cost-effective than studying hard for ten years?"

"Besides, what does a scholar mean? The number one scholar is one every three years, and there are many who have to endure hardships in the court."

"There are also a lot of beheaded Jinshis!"

"I don't want to work hard for ten years to be a dog!"

As he spoke, he began to draw a steam engine.

Wen Rensheng wanted to tell the other party that it would take more than ten years for one person to build a usable steam engine.

Of course, this also depends on the opponent's original appearance. If there is a strong backer and it can be built to be usable, it may only take 5 or 6 years.

Later, Wen Rensheng discovered that there were huge gaps in this world.

There are far more time-travelers than he imagined.

Overtly or covertly, they influence the direction of the world.

Some have the seeds of reading, follow the path of reading, and become powerful ministers.

Some become wealthy businessmen.

What's more, they are also trying to change the course of history.

His eyes fell on a young man wearing a brocade robe.

The young man was standing on a three-story restaurant, overlooking the entire city.

The other party's eyes revealed disdain and contempt that did not belong to this era.

"A bunch of fools, without brilliant ideas, end up wasting their efforts."

"Zhang Juzheng worked hard for ten years, and finally he was copied after his death."

"My family is starving to death. What does this mean?"

"Being a dog doesn't end well!"

"You have to rebel if you travel through time. It's better to rebel early than to rebel late!"

He was talking to himself.

Of course he wasn't worried about being heard.

In fact, the Ming Dynasty did not control the words of scholars very strictly.

Just don't get discovered by factory guards.

Obviously, he is also one of the time travellers.

The young man was playing with a piece of jade in his hand.

There were some weird symbols engraved on the jade stone, which seemed to contain some mysterious power.

Wen Rensheng saw it immediately.

Yes, this one still has a double door.

No wonder he is so confident.

Otherwise, it would not be easy for ordinary people to settle down and live in ancient times.

After getting through the challenges of illness and food and clothing, you still have to find a way to find a backer, or get closer to the clan and establish a system.

If you want to rebel in the prosperous times, you can't do it without a few people.

In Wen Rensheng's view, the most reliable time-travel rebellion is actually to gather 8-year-old children, at least 1,000 of them, and educate them according to modern ideas for 10 years.

18 time-travelers with 1,000 people are enough to cause big troubles.

Then we studied guns and steam engines together in one place. Everyone had new ideas and established a relatively fair system. It would be difficult for anyone to tolerate the original Ming Dynasty.

In other words, the centripetal force and loyalty are very high, which other rebels do not have.

Don't expect to start a musket rebellion by yourself. In that case, the surprise will be too big.

There is no room for error.

Teach children that even if they fail, they can pass on new ideas.

Otherwise, there are no plug-ins, and everything else is a rebellion with the halo of the protagonist.

In reality, after a few battles, the time traveler himself might be killed.

In Wen Rensheng's eyes.

These time travelers will bring advanced technology and ideas.

They will inevitably set off changes in this world.

Some time travelers may try to use modern knowledge to improve people's lives.

Some will definitely use this knowledge to seek power and wealth.

Inevitably, these changes will bring a lot of conflict and chaos.

…

Wen Rensheng noticed the second floor of a restaurant again.

Several more time-travelers were sitting together, and they were having a heated discussion.

Some of them advocate moderate change.

"Don't be anxious. Let's establish ourselves first and then educate a group of children to support our work."

"Let us have a reliable environment to rely on, instead of being changed by the Ming Dynasty's environment." A middle-aged man said.

He is a sensible person, and his ideas are similar to Wen Rensheng's.

However, someone else said impatiently: "This is too slow."

"We must hurry up and improve the muskets, and then build a military factory."

"Just get 2,000 miniguns!"

"Occupy a place and then concoct the rise of the Jurchens."

"Yeah, I also think we should hurry up, because I found that there are still many time travelers coming." Another person said, "If we are slow, we will not be able to get anywhere by then."

"Can't we unite with each other?" someone thought naively.

"I'm overthinking it. If I see a fellow countryman, I'll shoot him in the back. Who can monopolize it and be willing to share it equally?"

“We didn’t come together and we don’t know each other unless we need to huddle together for warmth.”

"Otherwise, who will stick together?"

…

Wen Rensheng shook his head.

These newly arrived travelers are still discussing the start enthusiastically.

But they didn't know that their seniors had already started.

The next moment, he appeared on a high hill, overlooking the vast plain below.

There were dark clouds in the sky, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.

In this ancient land of Ming Dynasty, two completely different teams are slowly gathering, preparing for a fierce showdown.

On one side is a classical team wearing traditional armor and holding spears and swords.

On the other side is the new army formed by the travelers. They are dressed in simple military uniforms, holding mini guns with bayonets, and are arranged in neat lines.

The Migne rifle is a rifle that was born at the wrong time.

It was only glorious for 20 short years, and was replaced by the breech-loading Dreiser rifle due to the rapid development of technology.

And its principle is actually very simple, that is, the change of the bullet, so that the bullet uses cork as the base and can expand.

The bullet is threaded around the body to match the rifling, and the middle of the thread is filled with animal oil.

The bottom of the bullet is made of cork material, and soft metal such as lead is needed to make the shell.

When shooting, the gunpowder gas hits the cork, and the cork can expand the bullet after the instantaneous impact.

It is still a muzzle-loading gun, but it is a rifled gun.

In other words, as long as the bullet problem is solved in advance, a musket with an advantage of more than 200 years can be manufactured in advance.

Its range is up to 900 meters, and the accurate range is 500 meters!

This can be compared with the rifles of World War II.

This is the power of the rifle, and the loading speed is still the speed of the smoothbore gun, which can reach more than 5 rounds per minute.

This is very powerful.

Wen Rensheng knows that this is basically the standard configuration of some knowledgeable time travelers.

The 16th century musket industry and excellent hand-made blacksmiths can be well utilized.

Tens of thousands of bullets accumulated in peacetime can play a decisive role.

Because in a medium-sized battle, the elite who decide the fate are only a few thousand people.

At this time, the two sides are fighting against each other, a small force in Nanyang, dealing with the traversers' cavalry.

As the horn sounded, the classical cavalry began to slowly advance.

The soldiers' steps were heavy and powerful.

The war elephants were also dispatched, and every step seemed to make the earth tremble.

The rumbling of the war drums, accompanied by the shouts of the soldiers, echoed on the plains like thunder.

The messengers rode on war horses, galloping back and forth in front of the formation, holding high the flags in their hands, and commanding the soldiers to deploy.

In the sun, a small number of warriors were wearing iron armor, reflecting dazzling light, with spears like forests and swords like snow.

The soldiers' eyes were all panicked.

They didn't know why they were fighting, but they knew they were facing a battle of life and death.

They were all looking around.

Many people were thinking about how to run to avoid the swords of the supervisors.

Where to hide to escape.

These people were smart.

Some people even thought about how to pretend to be dead, whether the opponent would be too fierce...

Soon the supervisors came up, and some who were obviously looking around were chopped to death.

At the same time, the new army of the time travelers also began their formation.

Compared with people, their soldiers were much more numb.

They only knew how to operate rigidly.

The musketeers were arranged in three rows, with gaps between each row so that the next row could quickly move forward and shoot after the smoke cleared.

The officers held their command knives and gave orders loudly to ensure that each row remained in order.

They even had artillery.

Bronze cannons were set up on both wings of the array, ready to provide long-range support in the battle.

The number of soldiers of the time travelers was small, less than one-third of the opposite side.

But their eyes were numb, as if they had forgotten the fear.

Of course this was fake.

Once they suffered too many casualties, they would also collapse.

As the two armies approached, the battle finally began.

The musketeers of the time traveler opened fire first.

They opened fire at the dense crowd 500 meters away.

This was simply a massacre.

Rows of muskets fired in unison, making a deafening roar.

Bullets rained down on the classical musket team.

They penetrated the armor and took away a large number of lives.

The soldiers of the classical musket team fell one after another under the blows of the muskets. They were shaken and collapsed almost within a few minutes!

"This is thunder from the sky!"

"Run!"

"We are defeated and can't win!"

Rows of soldiers shouted and ran away.

They shouted because they thought that if too many people ran away, the supervisors would not be able to catch them.