Back to the Song Dynasty as a tyrant

Put it on the board and push the cart.

The molten iron inside was slightly rippling.

Pieces of intense hot air blew out from inside, and I couldn't open my eyes even if I got a little closer.

The rest of the Song army quickly pushed aside the dead bodies to make room for them.

"Get out of the way!"

"Everyone work together!"

A group of people pushed the big cart, holding the handle protruding from the tin can to make it stable.

When they reached the battlements, they pried the cart vigorously.

The golden molten iron inside gushes out thinly, like magma erupting from the crater.

When the first Golden Army soldier was showered, before he could make any sound, his head collapsed instantly, and then his whole body fell like a scrap of scrap iron.

The molten iron slanted down, and with a light touch, it burned through the iron armor, melting flesh and bones.

The people on the ladder had no time to react, and a large piece of golden molten iron rolled down.

Seven or eight Jinjun died in agony, beyond recognition, and some even melted most of their heads.

By the time the people below saw clearly, it was too late to escape.

Seven people were showered on the head.

The temperature of the molten iron is as high as 1000 degrees, and when it touches the helmet, it burns through the helmet.

Their fate is the same as those above.

Moreover, when the molten iron fell, it was sprinkled on the pile of corpses, splashing a large "water wave".

Everyone nearby was burned.

They want to escape, but they can't escape at all, because they are attacking the city now, and the golden army is rushing forward, crowding people.

Where to escape?

For such molten iron, Song Jun prepared 20 pots and poured it in different places.

Looking from a distance, it looks like 20 golden angry dragons leaning down from the top of the city.

Everything that touches it collapses.

Wanyan Wushu's hand was trembling slightly: it's been nearly three hours!

This city seems to be cast with diamonds!

Every time the city is about to be captured, the Song army can always take it back.

No matter what sacrifice they make, they can get it back!

This gave Wanyan Wushu a headache.

Jin Jun obviously felt fear, and many Jin Jun were no longer willing to move forward.

The officers can only be threatened by beheading.

But this method can only be intimidating for a while, and it is easy to cause mutiny after a long time.

Wanyan Wushu rode a horse and ran towards Wanyan Zonghan's direction.

"marshal!"

Wanyan Zonghan's face was frozen, motionless, as if wearing a mask of iron blue, his eyes were fixed on the city wall in front of him.

"What's the matter?"

"Our army suffered heavy casualties!"

"Ben Shuai knows!"

"Marshal, I request to retreat!"

Wanyan Zonghan's sharp gaze fixed on Wanyan Wushu's body, as if that gaze could pierce a person's body.

Wanyan Wushu is not a good thing either.

He is also brave and good at fighting, and is Yue Fei's number one enemy.

The prestigious Tiefutu in the battle between Song and Jin was the personal soldier of Wanyan Wushu.

In history, he was also the one who chased Zhao Gou around.

He once planned and presided over many attacks on the Song Dynasty, and also used the spy Qin Hui to kill Yue Fei.

Of course, he is also the younger brother of Wanyan Zongwang, the fourth son of Jin Taizu Wanyan Aguda.

Wanyan Zonghan stared at him coldly for a long time before taking a deep breath.

Wanyan Xiyin on one side said: "Marshal, if you can't overcome the strong attack, continue to use the lock-up tactics, and don't rush forward."

Shi Li'ai also said: "Marshal, Xi Yin is right."

Wanyan Zonghan said unwillingly: "Pass on this commander's order, retreat!"

Soon, the Jin army began to call for gold to retreat.

After the Jin soldiers under the city heard about it, they retreated like a tide.

"The gold thief has retreated!"

On the top of the city, someone shouted loudly.

"The gold thief is back!"

"..."

When the people in the city heard this, they immediately raised their heads.

Zhao Ding, who was not far away, immediately came over and said, "Quick, everyone go find the wounded!"

The prepared medical personnel and doctors immediately took herbs and went to look for the wounded.

At this time, Zhao Ning in the palace was not idle either.

"Officials, these are the moldy steamed buns that you asked my ministers to prepare." Internal governor Song Shuyuan walked into the Hall of Wende with a dustpan in her hand.

Zhao Ning quickly stood up and walked over. When he saw these moldy steamed buns, it was like seeing a treasure.

"And these are the juice made from rice and taro, fresh."

"Okay, that's all I want."

As early as 20 days ago, he began to try to write a recipe for "making penicillin with local methods". Half a month ago, he asked people to make moldy steamed buns.

But now it is the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, and the air is dry. To make moldy steamed buns, we need to prepare a special environment.

Now it's finally there.

He didn't know if he could succeed, but he had to try anyway.

It would be great if penicillin could actually be made.

You know, a wound infection in ancient times may have killed a person.

The real large-scale life-saving drug is precisely the birth of penicillin.

It was only really purified and put into use during World War II.

It can be said that penicillin helped the Allies win World War II and saved tens of thousands of people.

Of course, it is impossible for Zhao Ning to produce penicillin with high purity.

After all, there is no such exquisite equipment.

Rough ones are fine, and we will see how the treatment works.

Just because you're not sure, you can't stop doing it.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, try it.

As for how to inject it into the body at that time, he hasn't thought of a good way yet.

Take it one step at a time.

Song Shuyuan was a little puzzled, she boldly asked: "Guan, what do you want these for?"

"You will know in the future, come, peel off all the moldy things, and peel them into these porcelains filled with rice and taro juice."

"Yes, officials, ministers and them can do it."

Song Shuyuan is very skillful. She is a court minister and belongs to female officials.

Those court ladies often do meticulous needlework.

A total of 10 such ceramic petri dishes were prepared for the sake of diversity and more accurate experiments.

After all the moldy Penicillium was placed in the ceramic petri dish, the ceramic mouth was sealed with a light gauze sealed with oil.

"Official, it's done."

"Okay, you put these over there."

"Yes."

"Wang Huaiji."

"Official, what are your orders?"

"No one is allowed to touch them, you know?"

"Yes, I know, I will be optimistic about it."

"You go down first."

Song Shuyuan said: "The minister will leave first."

"By the way, after seven days, prepare 10 servings of rapeseed oil."

"Yes." Although she didn't know what the emperor used rapeseed oil for, Song Shuyuan still agreed.

At this time, the servant at the door came in and said, "Officials, the Supreme Emperor is here."

"What is he doing?"

Without waiting for the servant to continue, Zhao Ji had already arrived at the door, and he yelled at the forbidden soldiers: "I am the Supreme Emperor, how dare you stop me!"

Zhao Kai helped Zhao Ji walk in.

Zhao Ning said: "Why does the Supreme Emperor have the leisure to come to me?"

Zhao Ji said angrily: "Listen! Listen outside! I heard the sound of siege in the palace! Do you really plan to let the Jin people attack and then negotiate peace?"

"Is the Supreme Emperor tired of staying in Yanfu Palace?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'm tired of waiting, so I came here to yell!" Zhao Ning reprimanded unceremoniously, "Speak louder, so that everyone outside can hear, and everyone can hear that the Great Emperor of the Song Dynasty is a cowardly coward! He is a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"You!" Zhao Ji didn't expect that his son would dare to insult him like this, "You rebellious son, how dare you talk to your father like this..."

Zhao Kai said: "Official family, father is not in good health recently, so please let him go."

Zhao Ning's face turned gloomy immediately, he lifted the table with one hand, and the teacup on it spilled all over the floor, scaring Zhao Ji and Zhao Kai into a big jump.

Zhao Ning said angrily: "It's time for the Supreme Emperor to calm down! Do you want me to change the forbidden army to guard the Supreme Emperor day and night, so that we can be at peace!"

Zhao Ji said angrily: "You rebellious son! What I regret most is passing the throne to you!"

Zhao Kai said: "Officials, all the officials are outside now, and they all hope that the official can negotiate peace with the Jinren!"

Chapter 48

Baiguan?

Ha ha!

Zhao Ning walked over in three steps and took down the Tianzi Sword.

This move scared Zhao Ji and Zhao Kai almost to the ground with their legs limp.

Zhao Ning ignored them and strode out.

"Officials..." Wang Huaiji hurriedly followed, and the servants and maids behind also hurriedly followed.