Tang Bohu went from being depressed and resisted to getting used to it for a while because of his always being arrested by his mentor to draw.

But this time his face changed as he painted, and Wang Yue, Wang Zhi and others who were watching around him could not help but change drastically.

What appeared on the painting was a huge cannon that was broken into two pieces with complex patterns. Zhang Lun drew four paintings to describe it.

The first pair is an exploded picture, and the second pair is a merged picture.

The most terrifying thing is the third and fourth paintings, which is a comparison between this cannon and the largest snake cannon in Zhang Lun’s hand!

Zhang Lun was wearing a Portuguese 12-pound naval cannon, which was only a little over one meter long.

The length of the giant cannon drawn by Zhang Lun is at least three times the length of the snake cannon that Wang Yue thought was very strong!

"No need to guess the guess, I will tell you: this cannon is called the 'Dardanell' or 'Ottoman'."

But Zhang Lun was casually painting and said lightly: "This cannon is 1,6 feet,6 inches and five minutes long, and weighs more than 34,830 kilograms!"

"The cannon barrel is six inches and four cents thick, and the muzzle is two feet four inches and five cents. The bullets are all carved with hard stones, each weighing more than 1,360 kilograms!"

Wang Yue could not help but feel his throat dry when he heard Zhang Lun's statement.

"Three miles away, there are huge stone walls that can be broken!"

However, Zhang Lun seemed to have no idea and just continued to draw on the sand table.

"In the fourth year of Jingtai in the Ming Dynasty, Fatih, the conquerors of the seventh emperor of the Ottoman Empire, built seventy cannons."

"After getting the cannon, he led more than 70,000 steps, more than 20,000 cavalry, and a large army of 300 warships to attack the Roman Empire, which had been passed down for thousands of years."

"This country is called "Da Qin" or "Fuqin" in ancient times. The incense has never been cut off for thousands of years."

"The city walls of Constantinople are built with thick stones to form two or five feet high!"

"Because the city is solid and the walls are solid, it has been destroyed many times, but it has never fallen to the 'City that will never fall for a thousand years'."

Zhang Lun's voice was still dull, but in front of Wang Yue, he felt a sense of swords and iron horses!

"In this battle, the Roman Empire, which had been glorious for more than a thousand years, fell after lasting for a month and a half. The last imperial emperor Constantine XI died on the battlefield."

Wang Yue's face gradually became pale. He now knew why Zhang Lun wanted to draw this picture.

But Zhang Lun continued calmly: "The caster of this cannon is called Urban."

"He was a founding genius, and the first thing he arrived at was not the Ottoman Empire but the Roman Empire."

Zhang Lun had finished painting at this time, and he threw down the branches and turned to look at Wang Yue. Wang Zhi and Qian Fu, who had gathered here for some time.

He said softly: "It's a pity that the Roman subjects did not intend to spend money on this, and he was given a very low salary and had no status."

"So this cannon casting genius chose to join the Ottoman Empire and was reused from the Conqueror."

Zhang Lun clapped his hands indifferently, and Butler Xiao Zhou bowed and presented the warm towel.

After wiping his hands and putting them back into the tray, Zhang Lun looked at the people and smiled slightly: "Then, he cast this cannon for the Conqueror and destroyed Rome."

Qian Fu looked at the giant cannon inside the sand table, and listened to Zhang Lun's gentle voice and couldn't help but tremble and chill all over!

Qian Yuqian is not an ordinary person. He was at least the top scorer in the exam and had been in the court and had seen the world.

So he knew very well that if such a person appeared in the Ming Dynasty, would Daming reuse such a person?!

Look at the craftsmen in the Ministry of Works and the craftsmen in the garrison. Confucianism has eroded and occupied the entire court.

Although the Ministry of Works was established in the court, who was not a Confucian child from the decision to the execution below?

Will they cast it?! The Four Books and Five Classics are orthodox, and the rest are all strange tricks and tricks!

"I want to use this to inform the court and the adults..."

Zhang Lun walked into the thatched cottage with his hands behind his back, and only the voice floated faintly: "Continue the frog in the well, the next one to be destroyed... will be the Ming Dynasty!"

In Qingning Palace, Empress Dowager Zhou looked at Miaoan, who was blinking and giggling with a pretty look, and took the poor Chen Tong over in a few seconds.

Xiao Zhengde was very worried about Bi Lian laughing at the side, looking heartless.

Chen Tong is very sad. How can His Royal Highness treat me like this?

Also, Miss Miaoan! You are my little sister! Can you not be so cruel?

"Miss Miao'an is so amazing!" Empress Dowager Zhou exclaimed sincerely, and Chen Weizhen and others beside him were filled with small stars.

In their hearts, the guard Chen, who was ten, was not the young lady who joined forces, and he pressed the ground.

He looked like he was smiling, and he looked effortless.

The guard Chen was even more miserable when he swung the stick. He was sobbed that he ran away all over the place without any strength to fight back.

And he was caught up in a few steps and then couldn't hold it up with a stick...

"Miao'an thanks Empress Dowager Miao'an for praise!" Since Miao'an followed Zhang Lun, she has almost completely restored the kind of cute and silly temperament that this young girl should have.

Perhaps it was because I had been suppressed for too long before, but at this time, there was finally a young man who pampered her and indulged her.

Miao'an became generous and even a little willful. After passing through Suzhou, she was not afraid of any scenes at all in the Battle of Fusang.

Empress Dowager Zhou called her belovedly beside her and sighed softly: "You are only a few years older than the prince, are you? You must have suffered a lot when you practice so much."

"If you say back to the Queen Mother, Miaoan will not be bitter!"

But when Miaoan smiled and took the handkerchief handed by Chen Weizhen, Wanfu thanked him and replied to the empress dowager: "Miaoan has liked martial arts since she was a child, but she just didn't have a chance!"

"Are you... not from the Yang family of Lihua Gun?!"

Empress Dowager Zhou was shocked when she heard this, while Miaoan sighed slowly.

Then he roughly told Empress Dowager Zhou about his situation, and Empress Dowager Zhou suddenly felt tearful and confused when she heard it.

The poor children, Chen Weizhen and others seemed to feel sad.

Everyone thought that the righteous lady was too cruel and hated that Miao'an's old father's colleague was shameless.

"It's nothing! If it weren't for the previous suffering, how could Miao'an meet my young master!"

Miaoan smiled and comforted the old lady and the palace maids who felt sorry for her, but saw her say a happy smile.

"Because of the previous hardship, Miaoan realized that it was great to have my young master!"

But Miaoan giggled and blinked his almond eyes at Empress Dowager Zhou and others, saying, "Young Master, you can be spoiled, and you can indulge Miaoan!"

"Miao'an wants to practice martial arts, so the young master is willing. Miao'an doesn't love Nu Hong, and the young master doesn't call him learning. He likes to do whatever he wants to do, so he follows Miao'an's meaning."

But he saw Miao'an smiling and said, "Young Master has already returned the contract to Miao'an. He said, "Miao'an can come and go as he pleases."

Chen Weizhen and others couldn't help but feel envious when they heard these words, their eyes were glowing, let alone the young master who served them.

Even how many people can my own father and brother have? Can you be so doting and indulging?!
Chapter completed!