The Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang was born, and my immortal identity was exposed

Chapter 169 The Desert Eagle, Famous

Xiang Yu died peacefully and did not cause much disturbance.

People will not know what kind of hegemony this brave man would have achieved, and how embarrassing it is.

Seeing the unscathed Yingzheng, the common people let out bursts of shouts that shook the sky.

"Your Majesty is mighty!"

"This group of blind remnants of the Six Kingdoms, really deserve to die!"

"How many assassins are there?"

Those assassins who were sacrificed by Tian Da just to create an opportunity for Xiang Yu failed to end well.

Some people were beaten to death by angry people, and some were captured by soldiers of Daqin.

At this moment, in front of Ying Zheng, there was a row of captured assassins kneeling.

Some people gritted their teeth and said nothing, some sneered at Ying Zhengbao, some looked pale and their lips trembled, and some were kneeling down and begging for mercy and weeping bitterly.

Looking at this scene, Ying Zheng felt a little dispirited.

So he took out his pistol and sent the assassins to their deaths one by one.

"boom!"

Every gunshot takes a life.

"boom!"

Every gunshot made the people exclaim.

"boom!"

Every gunshot terrified the unexposed remnants of the Six Kingdoms.

That scene was too bloody, and the power of the Desert Eagle was too great, almost opening a horrible hole in every assassin's body.

This is thanks to Ying Zheng not having a penchant for headshots, otherwise I don't know how many people would be scared to tears.

After the execution was completed, Ying Zheng retracted the gun and gently blew away the smoke from the muzzle.

Facing the people who were full of curiosity, he didn't explain anything, turned around and left, leaving the people with a chic back.

So everyone worshiped their majesty more and more.

"Have you seen the power of the thing in His Majesty's hand? It is definitely a fairy thing!"

"Hiss, I don't know what kind of fairy weapon it is, it's so terrifying!"

"The assassin before was really brave and unparalleled, and he was able to endure three blows abruptly. Such a character is hard to find in the world."

"Hmph, what's the use? Isn't it just dealt with by His Majesty."

"Your Majesty!"

This group of people doesn't understand the principles of firearms, but it doesn't prevent them from admiring His Majesty and Immortal Master at all.

What was originally a big turmoil turned into a small episode in the ceremony.

The death of Xiang Yu and these assassins not only failed to disperse the enthusiasm of the crowd, but made the atmosphere even higher.

After the production of sweet potatoes came out, the atmosphere of this ceremony reached a new peak!
The yield per mu is 37 jin!
This is the final output of sweet potatoes in this ceremony!

Although there is a foreshadowing of the [-] catties per mu of potatoes last time, this figure still drives the people crazy.

There are potatoes in the front and sweet potatoes in the back. These two are enough to solve the problem of food and clothing for the people of Daqin.

The news soon spread to all parts of the world with the publication of the newspaper.

Along with it, there was news of an assassin assassinating Ying Zheng.

The officials who wrote the article exhausted their pen and ink all their lives, and wrote about Xiang Yu's invincible force.

One person fought with more than ten people, breaking through layers of obstacles easily.

Every time the storyteller mentioned this passage, it would cause bursts of exclamation.

People who didn't know the truth of the matter raised their hearts to their throats, worrying about their majesty.

However, the next moment, they will hear the storyteller's deliberate tone:
"But I saw the assassin rushing in front of His Majesty, but His Majesty's expression did not change at all."

"At the critical moment, His Majesty used the immortal weapon bestowed by the immortal master to easily cause the assassin to be seriously injured and unable to fight back."

"In the end, more than a dozen assassins all died under the immortal weapon."

"I heard that one blow from that fairy weapon is enough to shatter a person's flesh and blood, and there is no possibility of survival!"

When the storytellers talked about this passage, the more they talked, the more they talked, as if they were on the scene.

And the audience around were also fascinated by it, applauding from time to time.

"Daqin is protected by immortals, and this group of blind remnants of the six kingdoms, it is an honor to die under an immortal weapon."

"What the hell is that fairy artifact? It makes my heart itch!"

"It was written in the newspaper that this fairy weapon is a gun named 'Desert Eagle'!"

"Desert Eagle? What a strange name!"

"Whether he is surprised or not, this is named by a fairy!"

The people finally knew the name of the fairy artifact, the Desert Eagle!
Anyone who gets shot cannot escape death, like a god of death, ruthlessly reaping their lives.

Suddenly, this strange name led a wave of trends.

Later, those who do good things comment on the weapons of the world. If the "Desert Eagle" is not the top of the list, everyone will immediately boo.

There are also blacksmiths who branded the four characters "Desert Eagle" on the weapons they made. I don't know how many rangers stepped through the threshold of his house, just hoping to fight a "Desert Eagle" for themselves.

Even the farmers who cultivate the land like to say when chatting: "My Desert Eagle is really easy to use, and it is easier to use than those ordinary hoes for planting the land!"

Of course, these are all for later.

Ying Zheng, who was at the center of the incident, had already put this matter behind him.

Seven days passed in a flash, and today it was time for the gate of the fairyland to open again.

(End of this chapter)