During the Warring States Period, it was common to cede land and give up land. But once cede, it was the land of two counties. Zhao Zheng knew that this was a delay, but he still asked with concern: "Take it to King Jing seriously?"

"No." Wei Liao shook his head quickly. "This is a temporary measure. The people of Jing broke the city very quickly. I am worried, worried..."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Zheng's eyelids twitched, "Are you worried about the Jing people attacking Xianyang?"

"That's right." Wei Liao said. "The Jing people attacked me for a few days, and then went down to Jingling, Jiangling, and Xiling several cities in a few days. Last year, they entered Xianyang and broke Hukou in one fell swoop. At that time, the soldiers heard only a thunder sound, and the walls were destroyed, and the Jing cavalry went out of the frontier. It can be seen that it was easy for the Jing people to fall into the city, and our army could not guard against it. The walls of the city were destroyed, and the Jing people immediately rushed into the city, and the city must go down."

Wei Liao was confusing. Although he did not witness how the Chu army drew the city with his own eyes, he could still piece together the entire siege of the Chu army from the fragmented information last year.

Speaking of this, Zhao Zheng grabbed him, "Wei Qing thought how should we break it?"

"If the high wall cannot help each other, you can only resist the deep trenches." Wei Liao said. "I have ordered Nanyang and Nanjun Zhucheng City to dig deep trenches to resist the Jing people. Only in this way can I stop the Jing people from storing the city. Then..." Wei Liao suddenly bowed to Zhao Zheng, "I am guilty, and the Jing people are not used before. I not only do not know that Xiang Yan's army is fake, but also how to overcome the witches."

"What's wrong with Wei Qing?" Zhao Zheng was no longer the way he wanted to kill someone just now. "Jing State has always only used relatives, not talented people, what can you do. As for witchcraft, sea boats travel to all continents of the world, gold, silver, dragon and horse, witchcraft..., alas!"

Even five years ago, Zhao Zheng thought that most of the continents overseas were false, but the gold and silver coins transported by the Chu people from overseas had flowed into Qin. The dragon horses purchased from Persia fought on the battlefield. Now there are terrible weapons such as witches. The wall of Hukou Clutch was six or seven feet wide, and was instantly destroyed by the witches. Zhang Han's elite soldiers charged to the Jing people's witches, and thousands of people were killed or injured. With such weapons, how can he destroy the countries and the whole world?

Zhao Zheng fell in the seat, feeling discouraged, and the joy of destroying Zhao was about to disappear without a trace. He even felt a little resentful in his heart, resenting why God gave Jing people such a king.

"King, I may have a plan." Wei Liao saw the disappointment in Zhao Zheng's heart, and an idea that had been revealed a long time ago was about to come out.

"Shit." Zhao Zheng looked at him.

"Since the witchcraft comes from the West, why can't I have it?" Wei Liao said. He didn't know what the witchcraft was, so he could only attribute it to the purchase of the West, just like the dragon horse. The arrival of the Barbarian Lord confirmed his idea. Seris iron, Sarisha spear, Nisama, three-sea warship, bifurcated cannon... All of this was confirmed by Aristotle IV.

Since these things were obtained by the Jing people from India, Persia, Nubia, Puntland (Somali and Ethelbia), and Egypt, what about the witchcraft? The appearance of witchcraft was much later than the above things, and this must have been obtained by the Jing people from other countries. Otherwise, why didn't such a powerful weapon be used before?

Wei Liao's logic was correct, but the witchcraft was materially a product of the mixture of things. Gunpowder only used some overseas raw materials, and more raw materials were produced by Chu State. However, his words still shocked Zhao Zheng, and he murmured: "Is it like a dragon horse?"

"That's right. It's like a dragon horse." Wei Liao said. "The King of Jing can buy a dragon horse, and I, Daqin, can also buy a dragon horse."

"Will you know where the witchcraft is produced?" Zhao Zheng looked at him, full of desire.

"I don't know, but one person must know." Wei Liao said. When he said this, Zhao Zheng already knew who it was. He stood up and shouted, "I'm here for a long time before he overcomes the excitement and says, "Summon Lord."

The Lord is Aristotle IV. He was cut into two pieces by the assassin that day, which was considered to have stopped the assassin. Afterwards, Aristotle IV asked the craftsmen who came with him to recast the crown, but this was no longer important. He gained Zhao Zheng's absolute trust.

"Sir, the king urgently summoned the master to the main hall." The envoy held three bronze festivals in his hand. Aristotle IV and Wu Ji were in a big pit under the steps of Zhangtai Palace, and there were a bunch of craftsmen standing beside him.

"Teacher, Your Majesty summoned the teacher to the palace." Wu Ji said. "It was urgent to call."

"Emergency call?" Aristotle IV was checking the size of the pit with the craftsmen, but he had not finished checking it yet.

"Yes. The three-section copper talisman is an urgent matter." After staying in Yingdu for so long, Wu Ji knew the rules of East Asia. The king summoned each other three-section, and the minister was about to run over, but the teacher seemed not to want to run away.

"Maybe it's Prince Fusu." Wu Ji could only mention Fusu. He knew that the teacher liked teenagers, especially royal teenagers.

The word Fusu finally made Aristotle IV interrupt the discussion with the craftsmen. Fusu was only seven years old, about the same age as Alexander the Great back then. He could train him well like the wise Aristotle instructed Alexander the Great. There is nothing wrong with bisexuality, and the gods did not stipulate that men and men cannot love each other and cannot enjoy the pleasure of sexuality.

Inspired by Fusu, Aristotle IV quickly arrived at Qutai Palace. However, what disappointed him was that he did not see Fusu, but only saw a few black balls of different sizes.

"...Chony's army uses one type," said Zhao Zheng and Wei Liao, and Wu Ji began to translate. "A terrible weapon that emits thunder during use. It has about three ways to use it, one is to destroy the city walls dozens of cubits and feet thick, so that they can be destroyed in an instant. Last year, the Chuony's cavalry used it when they attacked Xianyang;

Another is that it is to use a cylindrical metal, which will make a loud thunder, then spray out flames and smoke, as well as some arrows, and may also be round bullets made of iron. Tens of thousands of famous Qinni soldiers have charged at them five hundred cubits away..."

"They?" Aristotle IV calmed down when she heard that 'weapons that would emit thunder', and thunder represented the Lord Zeus.

"Yes. They." Wu Ji asked Wei Liao and said again, "General Qinni said that there were a total of sixteen round barrels. Tens of thousands of Qinni soldiers charged them, and then they were completely defeated at a distance of one hundred cubits and feet, killing and injuring thousands of people."

"Oh?" Aristotle IV was surprised. "Ten thousand people launched an attack and were completely defeated at a distance of one hundred cubits?"

"Of course. The witchcraft sprayed arrows continuously, and our army was defeated, and then it was defeated." Wei Liao said and found a flat shotgun. "Even if it was this round arrow, our soldiers were killed and injured under this round arrow. There were also big round arrows..." He pointed to a fifteen-pound shell fired on the desk, "It was this thing."

"There is this object in the end." There were several larger black balls next to the shell, and there were more than one unexploded grenade in the grass of King Huiwen of Qin. "This object was thrown into the formation by the Jing cavalry, and after reading the prayer, it also emitted thunder. After the explosion, the bomb arrow splashed and injured people. In this way, King Jing escaped from the encirclement that day."

The debris after the grenade explosion were also placed on several cases, which was a great display of all the real objects of the witchcraft. Wei Liao said again: "I thought this thing was purchased by the Jing people from a Western country. I wonder if the masters know what it is? What country does it come from? Since the country can sell this thing to the Jing people, it should also be sold to me by the Qin Dynasty."

"Please give me advice." Wei Liao said that Zhao Zheng bowed to Aristotle's fourth generation. "If I can buy this item, I will give you ten thousand gold."

Ten thousand gold is ninety-five gold tarent, worth more than one thousand silver tarent. This is a huge sum of more than Sogdiana's taxes. Aristotle IV was surprised. After playing with the fragments of the grenade in his hand, he began to check a complete grenade. Wei Liao was worried that it would trigger the witchcraft to stop it, but Zhao Zheng winked and stopped him.

The grenade was a temporary product and was not exquisite. As soon as Aristotle IV turned it around, he found the bottom cover, opened it, and took out the silk bag inside. When he was about to untie the silk bag, Zhao Zheng and Wei Liao both turned aside, and Zhao Gao stood in front of Zhao Zheng.

The silk bag was wrapped in finely, but not thick. After the silk bag was opened, the black corn-sized particles inside were finally exposed. Aristotle IV crushed several particles, and he sucked his nose, took two deep breaths and said, "This is sulfur."

"Sulphur?" Wu Ji also sniffed. He was surprised and said, "King Jing once asked Ji to transport sulfur to Chuni."

"Are you sure?" Aristotle IV was not sure it was sulfur, but the inherent pungent smell of sulfur reminded him of hot springs and volcanoes, which often appear near the volcanoes of Crete.

"Yes, I'm sure. His servant Hu Dansazhi told me about this." Wu Ji said. At this time, Aristotle IV had walked to a candlelight, and he threw the particles in his hand in it. The gunpowder exploded with a sneer, splashing out a beam of flames, and Zhao Zheng and Wei Liao's eyes were filled.

"There is sulfur, and..." Aristotle IV rubbed the remaining powder on his hands and said, "Maybe it charcoal, maybe it's coal, and there's some more..."

Aristotle IV and Wu Ji spoke Greek, and Zhao Zheng and Wei Liao could not understand anything. It was the first time they saw the black particles in the silk, and the first time they saw gunpowder explode. Zhao Zheng stopped bowing, and he bowed and shouted, "Please give me advice!"

Aristotle IV wanted to continue his research, but he had to say: "Two hundred years ago, when the Spartans attacked Delien, because Delien was a wooden wall, they used a new weapon to saw a long and thick wooden beam in half, hollowed out from beginning to end, and then attached the iron sheet and assembled into a tube just right.

The bottom of the pipe is connected to a large pot, filled with sulfur, coal and asphalt. When used, use a blower to blow the pot. The ignited liquid is sprayed onto the wall of Delien, igniting the wall... [Note 11]”

Aristotle IV talked about the flamethrower of the Spartans, and then looked at the gunpowder particles in his hands: "I must go to the battlefield in person to see the Chuni weapons, which should be an improvement of the Spartan weapons. If I don't know what this is, Eradosé of the Alexander Library, Kdasibus, Archimedes of Syragu..., yes, yes!" He suddenly thought of another person, "Maria, Alchemist of Alchemist, must know what this is."
Chapter completed!