After being blind, I actually taught the first emperor to rebel against Qin?

"nice!"

Watch as the attic-sized hot air balloon slowly rises into the sky.

Yingzheng felt that his soul seemed to be rising slowly with the balloon, piercing through the clouds, overlooking the mountains and rivers of Daqin that belonged to him.

Great view.

Faintly seeing thousands of miles away, Meng Yi's army is marching forward, and Wang Ben's army is confronting Pang Nuan.

Li Xin's Cavalry Special Forces is opening a warehouse in Zhaojing to release food.

farther.

On the rough blue sea, a whale the size of a mountain was swimming happily, spraying a high column of water.

On the big golden island, several wild monkeys used the huge gold bull's head as a weapon and threw each other around...

His eyes gradually blurred.

Don't see hot air balloons getting smaller and smaller.

His eyes and mind are full of the rich world engraved in his heart by the national teacher.

Falling into daydream, fantasizing.

The sound of Luo Yi yelling and directing the crowd to turn the winch could not be heard at all.

Hot air balloons are the most unreliable aircraft.

Paper-thin cowhide is easily scratched by raptors or cut by ice balls at high altitudes.

The broken hole became bigger and bigger under the torn force of the wind.

In the end, it led to an irreparable tragedy.

If there is another way, Luo Yi is absolutely unwilling to take this thing out to explore the way.

"Don't pull it! Let go of the winch and let me go up and have a look."

Hearing Er Gou yelling, he immediately felt relieved.

Bitch!

Don't worry about you for nothing.

The other people present didn't know the temperature at an altitude of 300 meters, but he knew it clearly.

In summer, the temperature at this height is about the same as that of the ground.

In winter, the difference is huge.

In the case of sufficient sunshine, when the ground temperature is maintained at around zero degrees, the high-altitude temperature can almost be maintained at minus thirty degrees.

Therefore, he tried his best to set the length of the rope pulling the hot air balloon at [-] feet.

I don't want to risk Ergou's life.

Reaching such a height is enough for drawing maps.

No need to take risks.

Now, since this kid is alive and kicking like a normal person, there is no need to worry.

It must be that the magical Tai Chi has a certain protective ability, so it was not frozen into ice.

"Give him the leather jacket!"

Luo Yi tapped his blind stick and groped back to the room: "Try it a few more times in the hot weather, the longest rope should not exceed [-] feet!"

Nemesis is gone!

Ying Zheng, who came back to his senses from a trance, looked overjoyed, and rushed to the unsteady hot air balloon, ready to try it himself.

Unexpectedly, the order of the nemesis came from afar: "Zhao Zhen, come here!"

In an instant, he felt as lost as Meng Tian who had just landed, wishing to jump up and scold his mother: "Widow~... hey! Here we come!"

You still have to listen to the words of the national teacher.

Ying Zheng could only follow the steps of the national teacher to the main hall of Xuanqu Palace.

He had to be bullied by Meng Tian.

——The man saw his reluctance, and was winking and showing off his ability to continue flying.

Xuanqu Palace is the place where the royal family of the surname Ying listened to music and enjoyed music, covering a large area.

Covering an area of ​​ten acres.

The main hall is also a circle smaller than the Zhanghua Hall used to go up to court.

There were only two people standing inside, so it seemed extremely empty.

"Don't worry!"

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Luo Yi used his blind stick to explore the location of the table and chairs: "Laozhu and the others will bring a parachute when they come, and you can go up there with a parachute and try the feeling of flying."

As someone who came here.

He is too aware of ordinary people's desire for flying, which is the yearning for freedom.

"parachute?"

Ying Zheng was a little confused, not knowing what the national teacher was talking about.

"It was the huge piece of cloth that I put away when we first met. Carrying it on your back, even if you are in danger, you can escape from the sky."

"So that's the reason why Mr. fell from the sky because of this thing?"

"You think I'm a fairy?"

"Students are curious, how did you fly into the sky? Also with a hot air balloon?"

"If I tell you that the ride is an iron bird that is bigger than a house, would you believe it?"

"letter!"

"Don't worry, when I raise up that stinky kid Mo Jing, maybe I can create a little iron bird that can take people to the sky in my lifetime."

"Isn't the iron bird a thing from the fairy world?"

"There is no fairy world, there is no fairy world, there is no fairy world! Don't mention the fairy world to me, be careful I will beat you!"

Ying Zheng: "..."

With such anger, he must have been demoted to the mortal world.

It doesn't matter, the widow doesn't dislike it.

I also pointed out that you will teach the widow for a few more years.

After lunch, Ying Zheng's long-awaited Lu Zhu and his party arrived.

After understanding how to use the parachute, I couldn't wait to run to test the flight.

Meng Tian has been addicted for a long time.

The hot air balloon is undergoing detailed experiments with ink dust, mainly to record load information.

Then record it, so that Meng Tian can load things like sandbags and weapons when he goes to the Western Regions.

Mo Chen winked.

Seeing the king running over, he moved out the contents of the load basket in twos and threes, and respectfully invited the king to take a test flight.

Anyway, Meng Tian has verified the safety.

Ying Zheng is not polite either.

Taking advantage of the effort of wrapping the leather jacket, he ordered Mo Chen to stretch the rope to the maximum extent: "I want to see the mountains and rivers of Daqin with my own eyes!"

The maids and craftsmen who came over from the National Teacher's Mansion also like to join in the fun.

Standing in the distance chattering and discussing:
"Can you really fly?"

"Master Mo said he could fly when he asked me to sew leather, but I still didn't believe it. Now I believe it."

"That isinglass is so disgusting that I don't want to eat for a few days."

"Do you want to ask Uncle Mo to let us try to fly?"

"Should I ask Mr. about this kind of thing?"

"Green bamboo, you go!"

"Sir is dismantling that iron mechanism again, please don't bother me right now."

"King Qin is truly heroic."

"Hush! Call Mr. Zhao."

"Fly, fly, fly, really fly."

"..."

Ying Zheng finally got his wish and got off the ground. He watched helplessly as the figures under his feet gradually shrank and turned into small black spots the size of a thumb.

There was a magnificent scene in front of my eyes.

The snow-covered Shanglin Garden is dotted with pavilions and lofts.

The eight rivers, Wei, Jing, Feng, Lao, Ju, Yu, Chan and Ba, are like eight winding jade belts.

Silk strands are entwined with Shanglin Garden.

Xianyang City in the distance is like a small dusty box.

It's as if you can hold it in one hand.

The mountains in the distance are not as majestic and tall as they usually see.

Like wild elephants or rhinoceros carved in paraffin, they are galloping against the north wind.

In the distance, bathed in golden sunlight, it shines with a mesmerizing light.

He even had an illusion.

It seems that as long as you stretch out your hand, you can take the villages, towns, cities, mountains and rivers in front of you into your arms.

"Widow...cough, cough cough..."

Just as he was about to express some emotion, his mouth was blocked by the north wind blowing in his face, and he coughed unsightly.

Hastily turned around, turned his back to the wind and continued to enjoy the scene that made him fascinated.

That is the direction of Bashu.

There is a faint greenness in the distance, not as desolate as the snow-covered north.