My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

"The First Emperor is about to make another eastern tour."

A glint of light flashed in Zhang Liang's eyes.

He slowly turned around, and in the dilapidated courtyard, several men dressed in coarse linen clothes were waiting.

They were all descendants of former officials of the State of Han, or fugitives, and like Zhang Liang, they burned with the flame of restoring their country.

Is the information accurate?

"exact."

The man in the lead nodded.

"The Qin court has issued an edict that the First Emperor will soon depart from Xianyang to inspect the counties and prefectures to the east. Although the route has not been specified, if it follows precedent, he will most likely pass through Sanchuan Prefecture, then Yangwu, and arrive at..."

"Bolangsha".

Zhang Liang picked up the conversation, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He took out the sheepskin map he carried with him and spread it out on the broken stone table.

This is a military map secretly kept by the former Korean royal court. Although it has yellowed with age, the mountains and terrain are marked in great detail.

His finger slowly traced a spot on the map, finally pressing down heavily.

"This place is called Bolangsha, located in Yangwu County, and is a must-pass place on the imperial road. The sand dunes are continuous, covered with vegetation, the terrain is undulating, and the view is obstructed - making it an excellent choice for an ambush."

Several people gathered around, their gazes fixed on that one spot, seemingly lost in thought.

"But……"

One person hesitated and said.

"Even with favorable terrain and the Qin army's tight security, with its magnificent chariots, chariots, and processions, how could a mere handful of us possibly get close to the First Emperor? Even arrows might not be able to penetrate those layers of armor."

"Bow and arrow?"

Zhang Liang sneered and shook his head.

"No, what I need is not a bow and arrow."

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the crowd, and landed on a huge object covered by coarse cloth in the corner of the courtyard.

"What is that?"

Some people are curious.

Zhang Liang didn't say anything, but got up, walked to the object, and forcefully lifted the coarse cloth.

The setting sun cast its last rays, illuminating a massive, jet-black iron hammer.

The hammerhead weighs over a hundred pounds and has a cold luster. The handle is as thick as a child's arm and is forged entirely from refined iron.

Everyone gasped.

"This...this is..."

"An item used to assassinate the King of Qin."

Zhang Liang gently stroked the cold hammer surface.

"Ordinary swords and blades are hard to penetrate heavy armor; a barrage of arrows is easily deflected. But this hundred-pound iron hammer, thrown from a height, would smash through even the roof of a golden cart! Even a swarm of armored soldiers could not provide complete protection!"

He paused, his eyes flashing with even greater coldness.

"When Ying Zheng travels, he always occupies the center of the carriage. If the distance is just right and the angle precise, a single strike will be too late for any of his guards to intervene!"

"But who could possibly throw this iron ball?"

Someone couldn't help but say.

Zhang Liang chuckled.

"I have found this person."

He clapped his hands.

The courtyard gate opened silently, and a figure walked in.

He was a towering man, standing at least nine feet tall, with broad shoulders and a powerful build, his arms bulging like the roots of an old tree.

"This brave warrior's name is..."

Zhang Liang paused and looked at the man.

"nameless."

The man spoke, his voice low and deep, like muffled thunder.

"I'm just a rough country bumpkin, all I know is how to use my strength. You can call me 'Strongman' if you want."

Zhang Liang nodded and turned to the crowd.

"The strongman has possessed extraordinary strength since childhood, capable of carrying 500 jin (250 kg) of weight while walking as usual. This iron hammer was tailor-made for him. I have personally tested it many times—from a hundred paces away, it hits the wooden stake nine times out of ten."

Everyone looked again at the iron hammer, then at the towering man, and finally began to believe that this seemingly crazy plan might actually have some merit.

"But……"

Some cautious individuals still frowned.

"Even if the strongman manages to hit the target, how can we guarantee that Ying Zheng will be in that chariot? How can we ensure a safe retreat after the attack? The Qin army reacted swiftly, and under pursuit, we..."

Zhang Liang raised his hand, interrupting him.

"I've thought about everything you've said."

Zhang Liang looked at that person.

"But I ask you—is there a foolproof plan for the great cause of restoring the nation?"

The man was speechless.

Zhang Liang looked around at everyone and continued.

"It is true that Ying Zheng's eastern tour was heavily guarded. But precisely because of this, he became complacent and lowered his guard. The terrain of Bolangsha is complex, making it easy to hide and escape. After the attack, regardless of success or failure, we will immediately split up and flee into the countryside. No matter how strong the Qin army is, how many can they catch?"

He took a deep breath, his gaze resolute.

"My Zhang family has served as prime ministers of Han for five generations. On the day the country fell, my brother died in the chaos of war, and I didn't even have time to bury him. If I don't avenge this, how can I be considered a human being? If I don't wipe away this hatred, how can I live on in disgrace?"

"Success or failure is not my concern. As long as there is a sliver of possibility, I will try! Even if... even if I die at Bolangsha, I will let the Qin traitors know—though the state of Han has fallen, the hearts of the people are not dead!"

These words were heartbreaking, each one piercing to the soul.

Everyone in the courtyard, regardless of their original concerns, fell silent at this moment.

After a long while, the strongman suddenly spoke.

"Young master, you made the hammer; I will throw it. Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate."

Zhang Liang gave him a deep look, then clasped his hands in a respectful bow.

"The hero's noble spirit will be remembered by Zhang Liang."

The strongman turned slightly to the side, refusing the courtesy, but looked at the iron hammer with a glint in his eyes.

"This hammer blow is good! Ying Zheng... is doomed!!!"