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

"Excellent, the mountains and rivers of the widow!"

"Great, son of the widow."

"Zheng's cavalry will travel to every corner of the world."

"Where the iron cavalry is everywhere, it is the land of my Great Qin."

"The people of politics."

"The descendants of Yanhuang will forever enjoy the fertile land that I enclose for you."

"..."

When filled with emotions, the blood boils.

However, after floating at an altitude of three hundred feet for a long time, even though he was tightly wrapped in a sheepskin jacket, Ying Zheng's nose was still snot from the cold.

My hands and feet are also getting stiffer.

And he didn't take the initiative to signal, and Mo Chen didn't dare to turn the winch by himself to pull King Qin down.

"Jingle Bell!"

Until the sun was about to set in the west, a tinkling silver bell slid down from the string, and Mo Chen hurriedly directed the people to turn the winch to quickly pull the hot air balloon down.

Meng Tian saw that the king in the loading basket turned blue, and the old factory manager's snot protruded from his nostrils, so he knew something was wrong.

He hurriedly stepped forward and carried Ying Zheng out of the basket, then ran into the main hall of Xuanqu Palace, and carefully placed it next to the stove.

"It's freezing?"

Hearing the movement, Luo Yi scolded angrily: "I'll let you show off! Three hundred feet, that's 1000 meters, and putting a dog on it would freeze to death."

"Deserved!"

It got a little warmer, and Ying Zheng began to shiver.

I can't wait to hold the stove in my arms and bake.

Luckily, the five maids including Luzhu had been prepared, carrying tiger skins, bear skins, and sheepskins one after another into the door, and buried him in the pile of furs to slowly recover his body temperature.

After dinner, Ying Zheng finally felt alive again.

But he saw the steel mechanism that had been dismantled and maintained by the National Teacher several times quietly placed on the table, so he couldn't wait to pick it up and look at it carefully.

Luo Yi pulled it over and fumbled for the parts introduction: "The tube in the black hole is the barrel of the gun, and the bullets are shot from there to hit people."

"The top mirror is the scope."

"During the day, you can aim at any target within a thousand paces through that mirror."

"Fight where you want."

"If you use it skillfully, you can hit even a nail."

"When beating a tiger, it's best to aim at the eyes, so that the skin will be intact without wounds."

"The small circle below the finger is the shooting mechanism."

"Press it lightly, and the bullet will be shot out."

As he spoke, he took out a transparent magazine from his sleeve: "Here is the real thing that kills people. I just loaded three bullets. You can try it tomorrow."

"..."

Modern firearms are much simpler to use than archery.

Like shooting a slingshot.

In just one night, Luo Yi taught Ying Zheng how to use the 191 precision rifle.

The three bullets that were taken out were not willing to waste.

Practice the gun and shooting posture first.

With the foundation of long-term sword practice, these basic operations are not difficult for Ying Zheng.

The next morning.

When Luo Yi was practicing Taijiquan under Er Gou's hand-in-hand correction, there was a crisp sound of "pop" in the distance.

After a while, Ying Zheng ran over excitedly holding the gun: "Sir, I hit it!"

"Get lost! Don't disturb me cultivating immortals."

Ying Zheng, who had a bad nose, was not angry, and smiled, holding up a steel gun and beckoning the craftsmen to help him carry the tiger.

Luo Yi has been immersed in the fun of Tai Chi and cannot extricate himself.

Someone is coming.

He knew the excitement of touching a gun for the first time.

It is estimated that in a short time, Zhao Zhen will sleep with a steel gun in his arms, just like cherishing a little lover.

Used to it.

At this time, he cherishes Ergou's guidance as much as Zhao Zhen cherishes the steel gun.

In the hands of Er Gou, Taijiquan is fast and sometimes slow. It is natural, and there is no trace of deliberate punching at all.

The slow punching style that he learned from him is not of the same breed at all.

When people practice boxing, sometimes they are like running like thunder, sometimes they lie on the ground like a tiger, and sometimes they spread their wings like a crane.

Occasionally meek.

Be ever-changing, do whatever you want.

After listening to Lvzhu and the others many times, Luo Yi felt that the Taijiquan performed by Ergou might be real.

Therefore, there was a scene where Ergou taught him to practice Tai Chi again.

Now I can master the fast and slow rhythm.

After one punch, I was sweating profusely, and I was so excited that I didn't feel tired.

It feels as if the soul has been purified in some way.

The five senses are exceptionally keen.

You can hear faint movements that you couldn't hear before, and you can even feel some subtle changes around you.

I practiced for more than a month.

Now, if someone approaches a distance of about one meter, he can already feel most of the other person's movements.

I believe that if you continue to practice according to Ergou's training method, you will have the magical ability of the opponent to sense the surrounding environment.

After practicing boxing, soak in the hot spring.

Just to wash off the stinky sweat all over the body.

After lunch, after wasting the remaining two bullets, Ying Zheng chased him into the hot spring pool with a shy face to ask for the bullets.

"Only three, don't waste it."

Luo Yi flatly refused: "I don't have much in stock, and I don't have the ability to manufacture, so I can only save some."

"Just bring ten self-defense pieces when you leave."

"The point is self-defense, not play."

"Hey!" Ying Zheng sighed, gave up the hope of continuing to shoot, and started to spread out the bamboo slips, pen and ink, and prepared to record.

"Sir, if you are the king of Qin, how should you plan to sweep the six kingdoms?"

"Haven't you heard enough stories about armies on paper?"

"Hey, let's learn some military strategy."

"Military strategy? Let's talk about strategy today!"

"Please teach me, sir!"

Luo Yi slapped the surface of the water and turned on the storytelling mode: "The Qin kings of all dynasties are determined to go east."

"However, Dongchu is just coveting the fertile land of the six countries in the Kanto region. He only wants to rob land, food, money, and people."

"At best, he's just a big prince, not a hero who sweeps up the wasteland in Liuhe Town."

"It wasn't until the era of Qin Wuwang Yingdang that he truly defined the king's hegemony of unifying the world and recasting mountains and rivers."

"Unfortunately, Ying Dang is brave and foolish, and he played himself to death."

"Next, I will enter the state of a large prince."

National teacher!
Isn't it a bit too much for you to scold the ancestors of the widow in front of the widow?
Ying Zheng, who was buried in the book, looked ugly, but listened intently without saying a word.

"It wasn't until the First Emperor Yingzheng came to power that the grand goal of unifying the world was truly clarified."

"We talk about strategy by picking out the mistakes and omissions of the first emperor."

"Although the main cause of Qin II's demise originated from Shang Yang, it was the remnants of the Six Kingdoms that really caused the flames of war everywhere."

"So, his first mistake was to act too softly, not sweeping up the remnants of the six kingdoms, and laying hidden dangers for the Great Qin Empire."

"So, you have to remember clearly."

"Don't be soft on your enemies, and don't be polite when it's time to strike."

"Damn it!"

"Of course, it would be a bad idea to cut it directly, and a real strategist would not do that."

"They command the enemy to do what they want."

"Do something that you want to do, but you don't want to spend manpower and material resources to do it."

"I call this strategy: force the head of the cow without drinking water!"