My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

Bolangsha.

The sun was past its zenith, and the wind swept through the sand dunes, whipping up fine yellow sand that rustled against the withered grass.

Zhang Liang lay motionless in a shallow pit behind a mound, his eyes fixed on the official road, not daring to blink.

The strongman was in another depression about three zhang away from him, and the iron hammer weighing more than a hundred jin was placed beside him.

Zhang Liang's heart was pounding, but his face remained remarkably calm.

five years.

Five years in hiding, five years squandering all his wealth, five years traveling far and wide, all for this moment.

Success or failure, life or death, hinges on this very day.

Faint sounds came from afar.

Zhang Liang's pupils suddenly contracted, and he lowered his body even further, revealing only half an eye as he peered through the gaps in the withered grass.

At the end of the official road, dust began to rise.

But the next moment, Zhang Liang's brows furrowed sharply—

wrong.

Something's wrong!!!

Soon, his breathing stopped.

What is that?

Several cars were seen surrounding one car.

The car in the middle was entirely black, smooth as a mirror, and gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

It had no horses—no, it had no livestock to lead it!

There was no shaft, no yoke, no reins!

It drove along the road silently.

What the hell is this thing?

Zhang Liang blinked, thinking he was hallucinating.

He subconsciously looked at the strongman, only to see that the towering giant also looked bewildered, his mouth slightly open, his eyes full of confusion.

There are no horses.

There are no cows.

There was no living creature pulling it.

That metal box, it can move by itself?

Even more bizarre were the several iron monsters surrounding the iron cart.

Is this... a secret weapon of the Qin army?

Or is it some kind of sorcery?

Zhang Liang's heart clenched suddenly.

An extremely strong sense of foreboding washed over me like ice water.

He had read countless books and was knowledgeable about both ancient and modern times, yet he had never seen anything like it in any record!

Could it be that... all these years of searching for immortals and elixirs, Ying Zheng has actually obtained something?

Could these iron chariots be "divine objects" created by some alchemist?

He suddenly remembered that the intelligence report mentioned that the First Emperor's eastern tour was accompanied by several "uniquely designed new carriages".

He didn't take it to heart at the time—no matter how new it was, how new could it be?

It's just that the decorations are more elaborate, or some kind of mechanism has been added.

But what's in front of me...

Miscalculated.

Zhang Liang gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring, and it had to be released!

Whatever it is, Ying Zheng must be among them!

If you miss today, you may never have another chance in your life!

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the unease surging within him, and made a gesture to the strongman—

Prepare.

The strongman understood, and his thick arm slowly gripped the handle of the hammer, his muscles bulging like a fully drawn bow.

The convoy was getting closer.

The black iron chariot had already entered within a hundred paces.

Zhang Liang could even vaguely see the figures inside the carriage—more than one, it seemed there were several people sitting there.

One of the figures sat upright in the center. Although his face was obscured by the strange transparent object, his black robes and unwavering posture were striking.

It was Ying Zheng.

It was Ying Zheng!

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Liang's eyes!

It's now!

He suddenly waved his hand!

With a roar, the strongman slammed his legs into the ground, his massive body springing up from the depression.

The hammer tore through the air and smashed straight at the black iron car.

Almost at the same moment that Hercules stood up, several "black pipes" on the three steel monsters suddenly spewed out blazing flames!

"Thump thump thump thump thump—!!!"

Zhang Liang felt as if the edge of the mound above his head had been turned over by an invisible giant plow.

Soil, gravel, and grass clippings were hurled up and rained down on him.

Several stray bullets grazed the edge of the mound, making a sharp whistling sound. One of them even sliced ​​off a clump of withered grass on his head, and the grass stems disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Zhang Liang: ? ? ?

What the hell?

What happened?

Then--

Then the iron cart suddenly moved.

As if the people inside the car had sensed something, they suddenly accelerated.

"boom!"

A dull, loud bang exploded!

The hammer struck the side and rear of the black iron car.

The enormous impact caused the entire vehicle to shake violently, tilting before quickly straightening itself.

A shocking dent had appeared on the smooth sheet metal.

Zhang Liang's pupils suddenly contracted—

Didn't win!

No, it hit, but it didn't hit the spot where Ying Zheng was.

It just hit the back of the car!

"Young master! Get out of the way!"

The strongman's roar startled Zhang Liang from his daze.

A thick arm suddenly grabbed him, dragged him violently to the ground, and he tumbled and scrambled down the mound.

Just as they rolled down the mound, a volley of bullets swept across the spot where they had just been standing.

The patch of withered grass was instantly smashed to pieces, and dirt flew everywhere.

Zhang Liang fell into a depression on the back of the mound, panting heavily and trembling all over.

His mind went blank, with only the terrifying image replaying wildly—those flame-spitting "pipes."

The edge of the mound that was instantly leveled, the barrage of bullets...

"Th-what is that...?"

The strongman did not answer.

His face was also deathly pale, his eyes wide open, filled with an unprecedented fear.

What the hell is this thing?