Sky Curtain: My Great Qin must have an aircraft carrier!

Zhu Yuanzhang stared intently at the sky, waiting for what would follow.

Even if it's just a bunch of nonsense, as long as it's related to the Ming Dynasty, he'll want to hear it.

However, the image on the screen suddenly changed.

Lu Li swiped his finger upwards, and the video, along with its comment section, disappeared completely.

Zhu Yuanzhang: "..."

No, what are you drawing?

Swipe it back!

"Father," Zhu Biao sensed something was wrong and spoke cautiously, "the immortal in the sky is looking at something different now."

"We have eyes!" Zhu Yuanzhang slammed his hand on the table, his beard trembling.

He also wanted to see what happened to Zhu Biao after the Ming Dynasty ended, and whether that beast Yan Song died in the end.

And then this kid just went ahead and made the cut?

"Jupachi."

Empress Ma emerged from behind the screen, carrying a bowl of freshly brewed tea.

She showed no expression on her face, but simply held the teacup to Zhu Yuanzhang's lips.

But Zhu Yuanzhang noticed that the Empress had changed her boots today, covering her feet completely.

Old Zhu's heart softened, and he reached out to take the teacup, taking a large gulp in one go.

"We're not angry."

"Yes, I can tell," Empress Ma said calmly.

The princes in the hall all turned their gazes away, some looking at the roof beams, others at the floor tiles, pretending to be very busy.

……

Lu Li yawned while lying on the bed, his thumb unconsciously sliding down.

There are too many videos summarizing emperors; they're laughable but ultimately meaningless.

A light swipe of the fingertip.

[A comprehensive overview of 3000 years of warfare evolution: from phalanxes to firearms to information warfare]

Around 3000 AD, humans discovered and began smelting bronze, officially ushering in the Bronze Age.

During this period, metal weapons could be mass-produced, but due to the lack of stirrups, it was difficult to effectively slash while on horseback. Therefore, horse-drawn chariots were the primary means of combat at that time.

The screen displays an image of cavalry, with a red arrow pointing to the iron ring the rider is standing on.

"Stirrups?"

Liu Che narrowed his eyes, staring thoughtfully at the iron ring. "Zhongqing, do you see that thing?"

"Your Majesty, I saw it."

Wei Qing not only saw it, but his eyes practically reached for the sky.

Anyone who has commanded troops for years can immediately tell the weight of this thing.

This is not a matter of accessories; it is a fundamental change in cavalry tactics.

"Your Majesty, I request that you immediately order the Imperial Household Department to create a sample of this item!"

Liu Che chuckled: "What's the rush? The curtain hasn't been raised yet; there might be something good coming up."

Although he said that, he gave a wink to the eunuch beside him.

The eunuch understood immediately, and withdrew from the main hall, heading straight for the Junior Chamberlain.

Around 1200 BC, humanity entered the Iron Age, leading to a comprehensive upgrade in equipment and weaponry, and infantry became the main players on the battlefield.

Its representative battle was the Battle of Changping in 260 BC, in which Qin general Bai Qi massacred 400,000 Zhao soldiers, achieving a decisive victory.

Inside the Qin army's main tent, Bai Qi wiped the bloodstains from his bronze sword and looked up at the sky.

"Four hundred thousand Zhao soldiers were buried alive..."

He chewed on the numbers on the screen, his scar on his face twitching slightly.

The battle had just ended, and 400,000 surrendered soldiers were being held in the camp.

He was worried that so many mouths would consume the Qin army's supply lines, and the messenger who had written to Xianyang to request instructions had just been sent out.

As a result, the sky directly revealed the ending.

"General, this..." The lieutenant swallowed hard, pointed at the sky, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

"Act according to the will of Heaven."

Bai Qi sheathed his sword, his face expressionless. "This is the decree of the immortals; how can we mortals disobey it?"

The lieutenant shuddered and dared not ask another question.

The scene shifts across the sky, the infantry formations dissipate, and in their place appears a vast, boundless grassland.

Ten thousand horses galloped, their hooves thundering, creating a terrifying spectacle.

With the widespread use of stirrups and saddles, cavalry reached their peak. Their superior mobility combined with iron armor made them a nightmare for infantry.

The most classic battle was the Battle of Mobei in 119 BC.

During the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, Wei Qing and Huo Qubing launched a two-pronged attack, conducting a long-range raid and decisive battle against the main force of the Xiongnu in the northern desert, breaking the Xiongnu's long-standing threat of southward expansion.

"The Battle of Mobei?"

Liu Che, inside the Weiyang Palace, caught his breath and tensed up completely.

I... won?!

Long-range raids and strategic decisive battles completely shattered the Xiongnu threat!

These words, put together, are like a jar of strong liquor, rushing straight to Liu Che's head.

He endured widespread condemnation from the court, emptied the coffers accumulated by two generations of emperors, and even nearly alienated the Empress Dowager.

Today, the sky told him that he had done it!

Awesome! That's fucking awesome!

But after the fun was over, a name popped up.

"Huo Qubing? Who's that? Zhongqing, do you have someone like that under your command?"

Wei Qing was also taken aback, and bowed, replying, "Your Majesty, Huo Qubing is my sister's son, so he is Your Majesty's nephew."

"My nephew?" Liu Che was taken aback, then laughed even more heartily.

"What a fine nephew! Issue my decree: summon Huo Qubing to the palace immediately. I want to test him personally!"

At this point, Liu Che caught a glimpse of a word on the sky out of the corner of his eye.

武。

The character "武" (Wu) in a posthumous title represents strength, integrity, wisdom, and the ability to quell chaos.

Liu Che pursed his lips and said nothing more.

It's not literature, it's not scenery, it's martial arts.

Is this praising his illustrious military achievements, or criticizing his aggressive and militaristic policies?

Liu Che remained silent for a long time, then suddenly chuckled softly.

"We must fight a war, and we must destroy the Xiongnu. Even if it causes suffering to the people, it is worth it."

"Let posterity judge right and wrong, merits and demerits!"

-

During this period, the competition among cold weapons reached its peak, and the pinnacle of cold weapons—plate armor—emerged.

Compared to traditional armor, plate armor offers extremely strong defense while maintaining sufficient flexibility, making it undoubtedly the king of armor.

The video feed shifts to a figure completely encased in steel, running rapidly down a side path.

Everyone staring at the sky widened their eyes simultaneously.

What kind of monster is that?

From head to toe, every inch of skin is covered in steel, with only the metal surface reflecting a cold light.

The joints were tightly fitted, and the helmet had a narrow slit for the eyes, exuding a menacing aura.

He even suddenly fell to the ground and rolled on the spot halfway through the run!

The leaf creaked twice, then the Iron Man got up, dusted himself off, and continued running.

"This..." Li Shimin opened his mouth wide, unable to close it for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, a burly man wielding a large axe rushed out from the roadside and swung the axe at the Iron Man's helmet.

clang!

The iron axe bounced off, the iron man shook his head, and plunged his sword into the axe-wielder's throat.

He drew his blood-stained sword, casually wiped it on the dead man's clothes, and turned to leave.

"Fuji, Xuancheng, look... if the Tang Dynasty's armored soldiers encounter these iron-clad men, how would they fight them?"

Li Shimin stared at the plate armor, his gaze seemingly glued to it, unable to look away.

I thought the Bright Light Armor was the pinnacle of armor, but I never expected there were still experts among them!

Du Ruhui pondered for a long time, his expression solemn: "Your Majesty, this armor is exquisitely designed, but its cost is probably staggering. It is absolutely impossible for the army to be equipped with it."

"If it is only a small number of elites, they can be tripped with iron chains and then struck on the head with a sledgehammer. Even if their armor is not broken, they can be killed by the shock."

"rational."

Li Shimin nodded slightly, indicating his agreement.

After careful consideration, he also realized the problem with plate armor: it was difficult to manufacture!

Just look at the complex parts on top, and the large-curved breastplate, how many times would it take to forge it to take shape?

It would be more worthwhile to make more ordinary armor instead of wasting that time.

However, it must be admitted that plate armor is indeed formidable.

However, Li Shimin suddenly had a thought: Tianmu said that this is the pinnacle of cold weapons.

The peak means the end.

Then came the age of firearms.

Can firearms penetrate an iron shell that swords and knives cannot cut?