What should I do if I am beheaded by the First Emperor at the beginning?

What Yingzheng wants to see is not only the so-called "steel ship", but also the ideal picture in his heart.

He knew in his heart that the "steel ship" was a kind of creation after the "rules" envisioned by Chen Ke, and this kind of creation could help Daqin become stronger.

And this kind of strength is definitely not something that can be achieved in a short period of time.

Maybe three years, maybe five years.

This is a step-by-step process.

But Ying Zheng was more aware of another thing, he might not be able to wait for that day.

It is easy to break the thief, just give an order, and countless Daqin soldiers will rush forward, burning and killing the enemies who stand in front of Daqin.

But development is difficult.

No matter how desperate Yingzheng and those old Qin people who harbored the great Qin in their hearts are trying, those creations that should be hidden in the void will still be hidden in the void, motionless.

He sighed faintly.

Looking at Chen Ke, he said, "Forget it."

Ying Zheng stood up and looked at the distant sky with his hands behind his back. He looked far and wide, and there seemed to be a little dark color in the distant sky.

"Let's settle down the matter of attacking Baiyue."

Ying Zheng's voice was a little low for some reason.

"I don't know if I can see the scene where Baiyue was attacked."

Listening to Ying Zheng's words, Chen Ke just smiled and said, "What are you talking about, Your Majesty?"

"Why can't I see that day?"

"Your Majesty's body, I have seen it with Wu and the imperial physician, we know it well."

"Don't you trust the two of us?"

Ying Zheng waved his hands freely: "It's not that I don't believe you two, it's just that this kind of thing is no longer something that bothers me."

His voice was low, but extraordinarily powerful, stronger than ever.

Perhaps Ying Zheng let go of the worries in his heart at this time, as well as the fear that had dissipated without knowing when it started.

Those who know the destiny fear the destiny, and those who know their own destiny can fear nothing.

What is the destiny to fear?
At least for the current Yingzheng, the destiny is nothing to fear.

Baijiagongzhong
Lu Sheng directed the soldiers behind him, as well as his own students, to carefully move some of the weapons that had been manufactured in the warehouse to the carriage.

This carriage was invented by the Manufacturing Department two years ago. It is said that it is a new type of carriage specially made to prevent Chen Ke from getting motion sickness.

Of course, even if it is a new type of carriage, even if the Mohists and the public losers try their best, they still cannot overcome some common features of the carriage.

Lu Sheng sighed faintly.

Just like him.

Although he knew that there was still room for improvement in the thing that is now named "artillery" by His Majesty the First Emperor, and he also knew what direction he should work towards, but he still couldn't successfully transform it.

These things are independent of human will, if they say they can't do it, they can't do it, and no one can do it.

He rested his forehead and sighed, but he kept thinking about the books and instructions Chen Ke gave him before.

Maybe he can start from the other side?

It is not impossible.

Lu Sheng stroked his chin, eyes filled with excitement.

General's Mansion
Wang Jian put on the armor on his body neatly. He stood in front of the glazed mirror newly invented by the Manufacturing Department that was rewarded by Yingzheng. He looked up and down, left and right, and looked at the figures in it.

He couldn't help saying in admiration: "I still haven't aged."

He looked at the maid who was waiting beside him, with a bit of pride in his eyes: "Mr. Xinping was once asked if he was old and still able to eat."

"Later, when he was murdered by traitors, he only said that he was still able to eat, but the three leftovers were all left behind. Later Zhao Wang was so stupid that he really didn't use Lianpo."

"Now that I have reached this age, I was worried the day before yesterday, fearing that the story of Mr. Shinpei would be revealed to me."

There was peace in Wang Jian's voice, he seemed like an ordinary person who had accepted his own mood and future, but said lightly what had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

"It's just a pity."

He laughed loudly: "Your Majesty is not the old Zhao Wang, Chen Ke is not the Zhao envoy, and I am not the old Xinping Lord."

Wang Jian got up abruptly, turned around and looked at the glazed mirror, with a sudden force in his hand, he shouted: "Bring me the weapon!"

Outside the house, several soldiers came carrying Wang Jian's weapons.

Wang Jian took the weapon in his hand, waved it a few times, then stood in front of the glass mirror and looked at himself in the glass mirror: "Let's go!"

On the day when the army was launched, there were crowds of people outside Xianyang City,

At this time, Xianyang City has already become a big city full of people, and the number of people living in it is also increasing day by day.

There was a saying in ancient times.

"Three lives of evil magistrates attached to Guo, full of evil attached to Guo Jingcheng"

The meaning described in it is simpler. In fact, in ancient times, it was not a good thing or an easy thing to be a common people "at the feet of the emperor".

Often some people in the capital live even more miserably, miserably,

But Xianyang City is not.

At least the people in Xianyang City at this time are not like this.

Their life is very happy.

The officials in Xianyang City did not dare to do anything to the leaders of Guizhou, because everyone was staring and watching, and the most important thing is that many times the reforms started from Xianyang City and spread to the entire Great Qin. .

Therefore, in many cases, the heads of Guizhou in the capital can enjoy the benefits of the reform more quickly than people in other places.

A brand new living habit filled their lives.

Yingzheng didn't go down to the tower, at this time, under the tower, it was Prince Fusu who saw Wang Jian off.

This is a symbol of Yingzheng's gradual decentralization of power.

Chen Ke stood by Ying Zheng's side. As the current prime minister and one of the three princes, he didn't even go to see Wang Jian off. It shouldn't be, but he really didn't go, and no one said anything.

Ying Zheng just said indifferently; "Chen Ke, do you know why I gradually let go of the power in my hand at this time?"

Chen Ke shook his head slightly: "Your Majesty, I don't know."

Ying Zheng just smiled: "You don't know?"

"I'm afraid no one in the world knows better than you, kid?"

He said indifferently: "It was the same when my father Zeng was in control of Daqin in the past."

There was a little nostalgia in Ying Zheng's eyes: "Even my father Zeng, King Zhaoxiang, is more powerful than me."

"Don't you think that now that I rule the world, I'm much better than Father Zeng."

He smiled wryly: "Father Zeng lived for 74 years, and then he lived for 56 years. Throughout the ages, how many people have been in control of Daqin longer than my father Zeng?"

"Father Zeng used time and life span to forcibly survive many monarchs of the six countries at that time."