Daqin: At the beginning, he revealed that he was a traverser, and Ying Zheng was paralyzed

Come again, the iron stick has initially taken on the shape of a sword.

Fusu leaned over excitedly: "Give me a try."

"Hold on, and lower your hand a little."

Chen Qing exhorted carefully.

Fusu nodded, holding a piece of tattered leather in his hand, holding the end of the iron sword.

The hammer was raised high.

Qin Shihuang, who was a hundred meters away, stood on the chariot, his face pale with horror.

From his point of view, a sledgehammer was raised high, but Fusu didn't know it, just under the hammer's landing point.

"Fusu, be careful!"

The first emperor jumped out of the carriage in shock.

"Escort!"

"Escort!"

"Be careful, Your Majesty!"

The guards were thrown into chaos, and they subconsciously pulled out their crossbows. After searching for a while, they aimed at the craftsmen of the water mill and Chen Qing himself.

"Fuck!"

As soon as Chen Qing turned his head, he saw Ying Zheng stumbled and fell heavily on the ground with his feet crooked.

Finished!

Chapter 42 The magical weapon with an annual output of 1000 million pieces

Boom!

The hammer hit the iron sword heavily, and sparks flew everywhere.

Fusu stared intently at the anvil, seeing that the iron sword became thinner and more compact, his face flushed with excitement.

Chen Qing turned sideways to him, watching Shi Huangdi fall on his back, his heart almost stopped beating in fright.

"Sir, how many more hits do you want?"

"gentlemen!"

"gentlemen?"

Fusu grabbed the hilt of his sword excitedly and called out a few times but no one responded.

He thought it was because the noise from forging was too loud, but Chen Qing didn't hear it, so he raised his voice and shouted a few more times.

"Leave that alone."

Chen Qing shook his shoulders and pointed to Qin Shihuang's imperial driver: "Your father seems to have fallen hard."

"Father!"

Fusu turned his head to look, and suddenly his eyes widened.

He threw the things in his hands and ran away.

"I go!"

Chen Qing was shocked.

The red-hot iron sword was slanted across the anvil, and the hammer was falling heavily with an indomitable momentum.

After hesitating for less than a tenth of a second, Chen Qing put his head in his hands and shouted: "Get down!"

Although the craftsmen didn't know what happened, they squatted on the ground subconsciously when they heard the shout.

Bang~!

call out--

Chen Qing felt something flying over his head at high speed.

He touched his head in fear and found that nothing was missing, so he was relieved.

However, the alpine crown used to bind the hair seems to be short, and the stubble at the break seems to be burnt.

"Fu Su be careful."

Ying Zheng managed to stand still, surrounded by hundreds of guards.

He suddenly found that there seemed to be some hidden weapon circling in the air and chasing Fusu, and he shouted again in desperation.

"Father."

Fusu stopped in surprise.

As soon as he turned his head, there was a long red object passing obliquely two or three meters away from him, and then plunged into the mud with a "sizzling" sound, emitting bursts of white smoke.

"It turned out to be it, and it almost suffered a big loss."

Fu Su immediately remembered that this was the iron sword he threw on the anvil.

"Father, how are you doing?"

He turned around and hurriedly walked in the direction of Shi Huangdi.

The guards immediately parted from the two sides like a tide and made way for them.

Ying Zheng's face was dark, and he couldn't beat his anger.

"Fusu, why are you here if you don't deal with memorials in the palace?"

"My son... I heard that Chen Zhonghou made a strange thing, forged iron material is ten times, twenty times better than manual work. So I was curious, so I came to check it out."

"Father, is your ankle okay?"

He had already noticed that Emperor Shihuang was leaning over, one foot seemed to be injured, and he immediately blamed himself.

"No big deal."

Ying Zheng moved his ankle. Although he was still limping a little while walking, he probably didn't hurt his bones.

Under the heavy protection of the guards, he stepped forward and picked up the crooked iron sword.

"Is this what you just held?"

"Father, be careful it's hot."

Fu Su quickly reminded.

The iron sword had been stuck in the soil for a while, and although the hilt was hot, it wasn't hot enough to touch.

It looks dusty now, without the appearance of a sharp weapon at all, but like a stick of fire.

"See Your Majesty"

Chen Qing came over anxiously to see the ceremony.

Fortunately, nothing happened to Fusu. If the future prince of Great Qin died, it would be no wonder that Qin Shihuang didn't divide him into five horses.

"Chen Qing..."

Ying Zheng's tone was low and full of anger.

"You caused the thunder outside the city?"

"Your Majesty, this is not thunder, but the sound of hammer forging."

Chen Qing turned around and pointed at the hammer that went back and forth: "I didn't expect it to make such a big noise. I forgot to remind the people around me. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"The widow will go and see first."

Ying Zheng threw away the waste in his hand and walked straight towards the waterwheel.

If he made all these things, he would probably be punished.

But if it is really useful, it is another matter.

"Grassmen see Your Majesty."

The craftsmen and the peasants fell to their knees in unison.

Li Yi and the others were terrified, knowing that they had caused a catastrophe.

Just now the Iron Sword Beng flew out and swirled towards Fusu, almost frightening them out of their wits.

If I had known earlier, I would not have stayed in Xianyang.

Follow the boss, panic nine times in three days.

It's like working with your head on your trouser belt every day, who can stand it?

The loud sound of the hammer did not make Ying Zheng panic.

He carefully observed the horizontal bar on the rotating shaft and the lever device in the middle, with admiration in his eyes.

"This thing is extremely delicate."

"Chen Qing, send someone to demonstrate."

Ying Zheng couldn't wait to see him in action.

"Your Majesty, plug your ears first."

"And don't get too close, sparks will fly out."

Chen Qing suffered a loss once, and this time he didn't dare to be careless, so he hurried to the roadside to pick the leaves and handed them to Qin Shihuang.

"You don't need to be so troublesome, the widow is not a three-year-old child."

Ying Zheng was so strong by nature, he waved his hand and rejected his kindness.

Chen Qing was silent.

You are not afraid of me!

In case something goes wrong, I won't be shot as a hedgehog?

"Li Yi, come and demonstrate."

Chen Qing shouted loudly.

"Yes, Master."

Li Yi kept complaining, and stood up slowly.

He first went to the fire and took out a red-hot iron rod, and then carefully stood in front of the anvil.

Not only was the first emperor not afraid, but he even moved his head closer to look around.

Li Yi's legs were trembling, and he dared not put the iron material on the anvil.

"What are you still doing?"

Ying Zheng urged impatiently.

"promise."

Li Yi shook his heart and boldly stretched the iron material forward.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

As the hammer fell, he gradually found his usual feeling, and moved the position skillfully, trying to make every part of the iron material bear the force evenly.

After more than a dozen strokes, the iron sword basically took shape.

In order to be perfect, Li Yi carefully forged it a few more times before pulling it out.

"Quenching!"

Chen Qing was afraid that Li Yi's brain would not work well with the First Emperor nearby, so he reminded him.

"promise."

Li Yi nodded, and quickly inserted the sword embryo into the bucket.