When Di Lie woke up, he found that he was in a place like a concentration camp: a large, dilapidated house, surrounded by people with unkempt hair, ragged clothes and strange attire. Several hundred people were sitting or lying down, which was not enough. The 50-square-meter house was packed to the rafters, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench mixed with sweat, blood, suppurating wounds, feces, and urine.

Outside the house were several guards dressed as barbarian cavalry that they saw on the road. From time to time they would curse and even beat the people in the house, while the many prisoners in the house were resigned to it with numb faces.

Di Lie slowly thought about it, and finally confirmed that he had been captured by the group of barbarian cavalry. The bearded man who had been tortured to the point of disgrace actually had no intention of letting him go. Instead, he rode his horse to distance himself, and then continued The man and the horse collided violently... The force of the impact exceeded one ton. If Di Lie's body had not mutated, half of his life would have been taken away, or he would have been disabled if not. But now he still has a dull pain in his back. Other than that, I didn't feel anything serious.

This time I really made a fortune - not only did my strength increase greatly, but my physique was strengthened, and even the recovery from injuries was accelerated by more than ten times compared to normal conditions!

Hehe, very good, I'm fine, bearded man, you are in trouble!

Being attacked and captured for no reason this time was a profound and painful lesson for Di Lie. From this moment on, he secretly vowed that if he saw barbarians in the same attire again in the future, he would let them go before considering communication issues.

Just as Di Lie was thinking about whether to bring in the guards outside the door now and deal with it, suddenly there was a soft sound around him, and a thin hand reached out to touch the pocket containing wine-filled chocolate candies and chewing gum on the outside of his arm. But it is obvious that the owner of the hand does not know how to open this adhesive bag. Although it feels bulging, there must be something there, but he cannot get in.

Di Lie frowned. He tried to find a living person before but couldn't find anyone. Now he met a large group of people, but none of them were normal. They were either hurting people randomly or committing petty theft. With his heart burning, he grabbed the person. The hand he was groping about was about to be twisted or sprained, but the owner of the hand gave a small scream that made Di Lie couldn't help but let go of his hand - only then did he see clearly that it turned out to be a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. , a thin young man with a dirty face.

Di Lie just opened his mouth, but he didn't realize that he was talking to the people here like chickens and ducks. He had to close his mouth depressedly. He never thought that an old man with gray hair next to the young man said: "This little brother , I’m really sorry, my grandnephew has been hungry for two days, his head is dizzy, and he always says that there is a sweet smell in your pocket, and it offends you for some reason... I’m really sorry, I apologize to my little brother on behalf of my grandnephew. "

Surprise! Definitely a huge surprise!

Di Lie could not only understand what the old man said, but he also spoke Chinese, even with a bit of Chinese accent from his hometown of Shandong.

Di Lie was so happy that he sat up from lying on the ground. He was full of words but didn't know where to start.

The young man's already frightened expression became even more panicked, and he shrank back behind the old man. Di Lie also realized that his behavior was too excited and could easily lead to misunderstanding. In a flash, he thought of a good topic to break through. He immediately opened the topic. In his upper arm pocket, he opened the pack of wine-filled chocolate candies, poured out two and handed them to the young man, and said with a smile: "Don't blame your great-nephew, old man. His feeling is right. I do have something to eat in my pocket, and it is exactly the same." Sweet candy."

Although the young man was still a little afraid of this strangely dressed and muscular Buddhist monk (because of Di Lie's short hair and strange clothes, the young man took him for granted as a Western Buddhist monk), he could not resist the temptation of food and grabbed him.

He took the chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth. His eyes suddenly widened, full of surprise and disbelief.

"Uncle, this thing is so delicious! You should try it too." The young man handed another chocolate tightly in his hand to the old man's mouth. The old man was embarrassed to accept the gift in front of Di Lie, but he

Also attracted by the peculiar sweetness, he couldn't help but open his mouth and bite it. The expression on his face was exactly the same as that of his grandnephew.

Before Di Lie had time to speak, a stout man stood up from the crowd, rushed over in three steps at a time, and asked the young man: "Aji, what is so delicious?"

Young Aji beamed with joy: "I don't know what it is. I've never eaten it in Bianjing. It's really delicious..."

The big man tilted his head, stretched out his hand, and said to Di Lie with bull eyes: "Bring it here!"

The old man hesitated and said: "Lu Laoer, this is not good, how is this behavior different from a strong man? Although the craftsmen of our East and West workshop have a low status, they have been innocent for generations. How can we do such a thing..."

Na Lu Laoer snorted from his nostrils and said indifferently: "Mr. Zhou, our family respects you as the senior in the craftsman's workshop and won't argue with you, but you can't stop us. People are about to starve to death and you still talk about it.

No matter what integrity, being a strong beam is better than being hungry. Look at those golden people, they are not robbers, but they are countless times happier than us innocent people!"

Lu Laoer's words obviously touched the pain in everyone's hearts. For a moment, there was a suppressed low response from the surrounding people.

The old man sighed and said to Di Lie: "Brother, let's give him the things. Mr. Lu and Mr. Lu are not bad either, but they are a little grumpy and hungry..."

Di Lie smiled faintly, put the bag of chocolates back into his pocket, patted them casually, and said to Lu Laoer: "How do you know I'm not the strong man you say you are? Want to play violence? Okay, show me your strength.

."

Lu Laoer was stunned, and then his face turned red. In anger, before Di Lie could stand up, he pounced on him like a hungry tiger.

The young Aji exclaimed worriedly. Di Lie turned his head and smiled at him, with a calm expression. It was not that he had no time to stand up, but that he had no intention of standing up at all - from the clumsy movements of his opponent, it can be concluded that he can do it even if he is sitting.

Play him to death.

When Lu Lao'er aggressively stepped into the control area of ​​Di Lie's feet, Di Lie stretched out his left foot, hooked the heel of Lu Lao'er's right foot, raised his right foot, and the toe of his big leather boots lightly touched his tibia.

Lu Laoer's momentum came to an abrupt halt, his big dark face suddenly distorted, his bull's eyes bulged out, his mouth opened wide, and he didn't even have time to scream.

Di Lie's left foot hooked the heel of Lu Lao Er and suddenly exerted force, lifting Lu Lao Er's huge body three feet off the ground. With a loud bang, he fell heavily to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

Everyone in the room was stunned. In the eyes of everyone, Lu Laoer, who had already had the upper hand, unexpectedly fell out without any warning. It was simply unbelievable. Although there were probably many people in the room.

Most of them had some friendship with Lu Lao Er, but at this moment, everyone looked at Di Lie with a little fear. No one dared to step forward to check on Lu Lao Er, let alone stand up for him.

The movement in the house alerted the guards outside. A guard wearing a felt hat and leather armor kicked open the door and rushed in, yelling. Although he didn't understand what it meant, it was probably a common word among guards.

lines, such as: "Why are you making such a noise? Your skin is itchy!" and so on.

There was silence in the room, everyone bowed their heads and said nothing.

The guard didn't notice anything unusual, and probably thought it was pointless to play the piano with a cow, so he went out cursing.

Di Lie stepped forward and lifted up Lu Lao'er's big head, pinched him for a while, and woke him up. Although Lu Lao'er fell quite hard, fortunately, his muscles and bones were not injured, and he was already timid.

He limped away with his head lowered, not daring to offend this young man who looked somewhat handsome but had strong methods.

Finally, no one disturbed him anymore. Di Lie couldn't wait to learn about the situation from the old man who called himself Zhou Dewang. It didn't matter if he didn't listen. He was shocked when he heard it - it turned out to be the last year of the Northern Song Dynasty, when the Jin soldiers attacked Bianjing and captured the two emperors.

Times of chaos!

The old man Zhou Dewang was just an ordinary military craftsman in the imperial workshop under the imperial court in Bianjing City. His knowledge of the military affairs of this era was extremely limited, but a few key words revealed in his words, such as: Song Dynasty, Jin Bing

, Bianjing, the capture of the second emperor, the second year of Jingkang... and so on. For Di Lie, who is not proficient in historical knowledge, but is passable, it is enough for him to piece together these broken words to form a complete era: Northern Song Dynasty

The era of destruction, the beginning of the Southern Song Dynasty, the iron hooves of the Jin people trampling through the Central Plains, and the song "Man Jiang Hong" dyed the red rivers and mountains in a generous and tragic era!

1127 AD, Jingkang’s shame!

Di Lie was stunned when he came to this conclusion - could it be that the Gulf of Aden is like the Bermuda Triangle, with a mysterious gate to time and space?

Considering the current dangerous situation, Di Lie had to suppress his annoyance and continue to learn more about the situation from Zhou Dewang.

According to Zhou Dewang, this group of people are all from the Bianjing Capital Weapons Workshop: the "Inner Court" (Da Nei) craftsmen who belong to the Imperial Yingfeng Office, and there are hundreds of "Outer Court" (Imperial Court) craftsmen next door. There are East and West workshops

There are people from Dongxi Guangbei (also known as Guangbei siege work, specializing in gunpowder and firearms), Wanquan workshops, bow and crossbow courtyards, weapons and armor institutes, etc., a total of thousands of people. All of them were

The Jin people collected skilled craftsmen from Bianjing and prepared to capture them and bring them to the territory of the Jin Kingdom.

Di Lie nodded secretly while listening. Although these Jin people are not yet fully civilized, they at least understand the importance of technical personnel to a country. Compared with the Confucian supremacy held by the Central Plains dynasty, skilled craftsmen and technological inventions are regarded as "wonders and obscenities".

The concept of "skill" is much more practical.

When Zhou Dewang finished speaking, he looked at Di Lie with an inquiring look: "We craftsmen have been craftsmen for generations. Even my little grandnephew, who is only fourteen years old, is already the gunpowder in Guangbei's siege work.

He became an apprentice in the craftsmanship industry. The old man knows all the craftsmen in each workshop, but the younger brother is very familiar with it. Could it be that he is a civilian craftsman who has recently been 'scrubbed' (forced conscript)?"

Di Lie was also startled. Yes, the people imprisoned here are all craftsmen. There is no reason to throw him here? Could it be...

Di Lie quickly searched for all his equipment. Except for the gun case and the guns and ammunition inside, the helmet and two gun bags, everything else was there. I guess Jin Bing didn't even search him - he was probably in Bianjing, the imperial capital of the Song Dynasty.

, the most prosperous and affluent world in the world today is full of money. For a lowly "craftsman" wearing a "bainai", no golden man has the interest to pick up rags.

Di Lie understood something in his heart. The Jin people should have discovered the gun in the gun box. Of course, they would not understand what it was, but the exquisite metal shape of the gun would definitely be quite attractive to them, so it was natural for them to do so.

Think of yourself as a craftsman like a blacksmith and throw yourself into this craftsman concentration camp.

After thinking about this, I couldn't help but secretly rejoice: Fortunately, in order to make it easier to get the gun, I didn't set a combination lock on the gun box. Otherwise, those barbaric guys wouldn't be able to open the box, and they wouldn't have established themselves as a "craftsman".

I was afraid of being killed on the spot.

Di Lie was feeling emotional. Before he could answer Zhou Dewang, he heard the door open with a bang. A golden soldier walked into the room, glanced at the whole room, then locked on Di Lie, stretched out his hand and pointed at him,

She ticked the hook and motioned for him to come out.

He couldn't hide even when he was supposed to! Di Lie took a deep breath, stood up, and suddenly felt a hand gently tugging at the hem of his clothes. When he looked down, he saw young Aji looking at him with a worried face.

Di Lie smiled reassuringly at him and was about to give him all the bag of chocolates. Then he thought again and reached out to pat his little head: "You can't get enough of sugar. Wait here and I'll give it to you."

Let’s get something to fill our stomachs. Well, I hope the food for these Jin soldiers isn’t too bad..."

When Di Lie's tall figure disappeared from everyone's eyes, no one would have thought that from the moment this man walked out of the door, whether it was the ambitious Jin Kingdom, the upcoming Southern Song Dynasty, or even the entire

The history of China will undergo irreversible changes.
Chapter completed!