He was obviously too nervous, maybe because Dong Ce was here-

Dong Ce was a little impatient, but he smiled slightly, stepped forward to pat him, and said with a smile: "Don't panic, take your time, just act as if the official is not here." ”

"Yes, yes." The man only replied with promises.

It seems that Dong Ce's words didn't have much effect, because he seemed to be more nervous. When the rope was clamped, the rope fell several times, and finally it was finally finished, and the first two shots were not accurate when shooting the wooden card.

However, after doing it all, Dong Ce also came to the conclusion that these two big poles are not much different from the one in his hand.

The power of these two large lifting poles was not beyond Dong Ce's expectations, and he was now more sure that this was the same batch of weapons, because after releasing the two shots, he turned the muzzle of the gun upside down, carefully measured the caliber, and found that it was the same as the large lifting pole in his hand before, and the error was extremely small.

This made his evaluation of the military industrial system of the Ming Dynasty a little higher.

It was the turn of the third person, maybe after seeing the clumsy performance of the second person, he had to be calmer, and even smiled flatteringly at Dong Ce with a gun.

Dong Ce also nodded appreciatively to him, waved his hand and said, "Go ahead." ”

He saw that this man in his thirties was quite clever, although his complexion was dark and wrinkled, but his eyes were bone-spinning, a little smart, and a little impetuous. Dong Ce is not afraid of those who are not qualified, no matter how impetuous those people are, he also has a way to grind out their temperament. What he is most afraid of is such stupid people who can't understand anything, and those people are really unspeakable.

This guy seems to be quite clever, Dong Ce plans to observe, if his shooting skills are not bad, then he will be seconded over and teach his chosen people to shoot. This is certainly an excellent opportunity for an ordinary blacksmith, and it is also a rare opportunity. As for how far he can go after this time, it depends on his own ability.

This man naturally didn't know that such a short performance of a few seconds had already allowed him to completely embark on a completely different life path.

He had the intention to behave in front of Dong Ce, took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, and then began to compact gunpowder and lead bullets, release primers, and clamp fire ropes, although this series of actions is far less smooth than Du Jianhe, and even inferior to Han Wuliu, but it is okay. Just like the words, at least it is unobstructed and not too much of a hindrance.

Then he put his eyes on the back of the butt, aimed at the wooden sign in the distance, and pulled the trigger.

Almost at the same time, perhaps just a few minutes and seconds later, smoke and fire rose and exploded with a loud bang!

But what blew up was not the sign in the distance, but the big pole itself.

Dong Ce was staring at the man who pulled the trigger seriously, nodding slightly in his heart, he had already decided to seconded him at that time. But almost instantly, his eyes were filled with heavy smoke and scorching firelight, and the extremely violent explosion produced a huge sound wave, shaking everyone's eardrums, Dong Ce only felt a pain in his ear, so that at this moment, he almost wondered if he was deaf forever.

This caused an indescribable fear in his heart, which he thought he didn't have much fear anymore.

He couldn't help but open his mouth wide, but Dong Ce was slow and sluggish, perhaps because this short second of time was stretched out for an unknown amount of time. His mind seemed to freeze, and he didn't even know what to do at this time.

And at this moment, he suddenly felt a huge thrust from behind his body, and then the whole person fell to the ground heavily, and then he was pressed underneath. Dong Ce felt his head hit the ground heavily, and there was a sharp pain, and it was this sharp pain that made him completely wake up, and his thoughts in his brain were instantly clear.

It was only a matter of seconds for a violent explosion to occur, and by this time, it was completely over.

After another moment, Dong Ce felt a light on his body, he turned around, and saw Dong Yongzhen looking at himself anxiously, opening his mouth and seeming to say something, but Dong Ce couldn't hear what he said at all. It seemed that Dong Yongzhen also discovered this problem, so he kept silent, he reached out and wanted to help Dong Ce up, Dong Ce waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to, and he turned over and sat up. He reached out and clasped his ear, and was relieved to see that there was no blood on his finger, and at this time, his hearing had recovered a little.

It was still smoky, but the wind blew and quickly dissipated the smoke.

The family members came over to ask Dong Ce, and Dong Ce said in a deep voice: "This official is fine. ”

His eardrums were still bulging, so he couldn't hear what he was saying clearly, and he didn't know whether the sound was loud or small.

After taking a few deep breaths and swallowing his saliva, Dong Ce felt a pain in his ear, the eardrum seemed to be concave inside, the air pressure inside and outside the eardrum was balanced, and his hearing finally returned to normal. This feeling of clarity was so comfortable that he let out a long breath - without Fang Cai's experience, he would never have felt that normal hearing was so precious, just like stuffing many things in his ears, and hearing nothing was real.

He smiled and patted Dong Yongzhen's shoulder: "You did a good job." ”

Dong Yongzhen bowed his head and said, "It's the duty of his subordinates." ”

Dong Ce nodded, no longer spoke, but pushed away the people who surrounded him in the middle, and looked at the place where the explosion had just occurred.

At this time, the smoke had cleared, and Dong Ce saw Du Jianhe, Han Wuliu, and the second clumsy blacksmith who had just shot, all of them were standing there in a daze, without exception, their eyes were dull, and their eyes were full of fear. Du Jianhe stood closer, and he felt the power of the explosion more profoundly, and his face turned pale at this moment, and Dong Ce seemed to be able to hear the sound of his upper and lower teeth hitting each other.

This kind of violent explosion has an extremely powerful shocking impact for the people of this era, and for those of them who have never experienced a similar scene, it is almost like a thunderstorm from the sky. I didn't sit on the ground with a lot of fright, and the feces and urine flowed together, which was already very good.

When he came into contact with Dong Ce's gaze, his eyes seemed to have some brilliance, and Dong Ce's eyes were very cold, which made him shiver with excitement, and his brain suddenly became active, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again.

Dong Ce snorted lightly, and then went to see where the explosion had just occurred. The realm where the man was standing can probably only be described as flesh and blood.

The pole seemed to have been blown off from the middle, and a barrel about two feet long was shaken seven or eight meters away by the force of the impact, and lay across the ground. The barrel, which was about a foot long, was completely shattered and split into large and small pieces of iron, which were scattered on the ground. The back half of the big pole was still held in one hand, but that hand had become completely charred, and the skin and flesh on the surface were also rolled up, red and black, but there was not a trace of blood visible, and the skin and flesh were completely burned by the flames generated by the explosion in an instant, and it became a pile of rotten meat. Even the blood evaporated.

There is a half-amputated arm attached to the back of the hand, but the end of the arm is not a body.

The arm was completely blown off, and there was a torn sleeve of the padded jacket attached to it, and the gray padded jacket had turned black, and the surface of the cloth was torn, revealing the blackened cotton inside.

The man was dead, and a piece of iron about a foot long, the thickness of a finger, the size of an iron chopstick, was stuck squarely in his face, pierced through the socket of his left eye, and peeked out from the back of his head with the iron tip of a small thumb. Blood trickled down from the wounds on both sides.

It seems that this was the main cause of his death.

Perhaps he would have been thankful for this piece of iron, otherwise he would have died even more miserably—his face had turned completely black, covered with large and small blisters and scars, and some of the flesh was bubbling with oil, making his whole face very hideous.

It is conceivable that if he is lucky enough not to die, I am afraid that this face will become completely inhuman, and what awaits him for the rest of his life is the disgust and fear of everyone who regards him as a demon. Even his family was no exception. For the rest of his life, he will inevitably live in discrimination and inferiority. Moreover, such a serious injury may not be cured, rather than dying of pain or struggling for a few days before dying, it is better to die like this.

And his entire frontal body, especially his chest and abdomen, was covered with wounds of all sizes, some of which were pierced, and some of which were burned by fire.

It's not human, it's miserable!

Dong Ce glanced at it, but he didn't want to look at it anymore. It occurred to him that the big pole in this man's hand seemed to be the one that had formed a piece of rust. Unexpectedly, that piece of rust that seemed to be unhindered eventually became the trigger for some destruction. At this moment, a trace of remorse flashed in Dong Ce's heart, but this trace of remorse soon disappeared without a trace. He brought these people in order to transfer the danger of exploding to them, and he should have been mentally prepared for this a long time ago. Dong Ce doesn't even think in his heart now that they died for their own great cause, and that their death was worth it—this kind of thinking is really hypocritical, and he himself is deeply aware of this. So he simply thinks that he is a ruthless person who does not take other people's lives seriously, at least he has come to this era for these days, and has gradually integrated into this era, and he is already a qualified bureaucrat of this era in terms of mood.

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