The weapon tycoon who traveled to Daqin

"Woooo, wooooo." The horn made of cow horns resounded throughout the grassland. At the border of the grassland was the rolling hilly area, where some faint smoke drifted out. The smoke showed that there were people living there.

"Woooo." The sound of the horns kept ringing.

"@#%*". A burst of incomprehensible language from the northern nomadic tribes came, and the voice was extremely urgent, as if something big was about to happen. A large number of northern nomadic cavalry had appeared on the periphery of the nomadic tribes' camp.

"No, it's the Hun cavalry." A middle-aged man dressed in Central Plains clothing said with a telescope.

"I don't know if these nomadic tribes can withstand it at this time. We don't have much supplies for them, and they can't use muskets. This battle is not going to be easy." The young man on the side said worriedly.

Just when the two people were worried, the sky suddenly darkened.

"Huh." The middle-aged man shouted in surprise. But at this moment, they saw a huge fireball suddenly appeared in the sky and landed, trailing thick smoke behind it. Because the light was too dazzling. So, during the day

The light was blocked, and people's vision suddenly became dim.

The two people looked at the scene in front of them in horror. Because the light was too dazzling, they could only cover their eyes and check the situation through some gaps.

This scene passed quickly. Then there was a loud rumbling sound in the distance.

"What. What is this?" the young man asked the middle-aged man in confusion.

"Did the dynamite explode?" the middle-aged man said in confusion.

"No. It doesn't look like it, why did it come from heaven?" the young man said.

"That's right. It's a bit different." The middle-aged man said in confusion.

"Yes, is it the heavy artillery of the Qin Army? Is this dazzling white light in the sky a cannonball flying down from the sky?" the middle-aged man continued.

"This... heavy artillery. Does the Qin army have such heavy artillery?" the young man asked.

"Yes. Maybe it really is." The middle-aged man said fearfully at this time.

"Is it really the heavy artillery of the Qin Army?" the young man said, looking at the place where the dazzling white light fell in the distance.

Just when all this was happening, the Hun cavalry who came up retreated in panic. They thought this was God Kunlun punishing them. The nomadic tribes knelt down gratefully and prayed to God to protect their lives. But this

For the young man, everything that happened was too strange. He always thought that such a thing was probably beyond his imagination.

Sinjung, South Korea.

"What is this Shangwen thinking about?" Han Shu sighed after looking at the telegram sent by Zhang Liang.

"No one can keep up with this guy's thoughts. His thoughts run faster and turn faster than trains and cannonballs." Han Shu dropped the telegram on her desk, then stood up to relax.

"Your Majesty, please have breakfast." Xiao He stepped forward respectfully and said.

"Yes, I understand." Han Shu nodded, then picked up the telegram and read it.

"Your Majesty, it's already past nine in the morning." Xiao He said with some urgency.

"I know." Han Shu frowned and said. It was obvious that Xiao He's urging was a kind of interference to him.

"I know." Han Shu nodded and continued to think about this matter. Because of the relationship between the Qin State and the changes in the work and rest system, the Korean factory started working at 7:30 in the morning. Because the work intensity is particularly high,

Workers need to have breakfast very early and eat well. At the same time, lunch has also become important. People's work and rest times have begun to have accurate time standards.

For example, Han Shu had not eaten until after nine o'clock, which was already very late. Therefore, Xiao He seemed very anxious.

"What do you think of asking Prime Minister Zhang Liang to come back?" Han Shu asked Xiao He.

"Your Majesty, what do you mean?" Xiao He was pouring tea.

"There are some questions that I don't understand very much. I just read the telegram. I can't understand it at all. Even if I call you, I'm afraid I can't explain it. It's best to explain it in person. After all, it's inconvenient to make a phone call. Telegrams are faster, but

There are too many words left out. It would be better to come back. I just don’t understand what Qin wants to do." Han Shu shook her head and said.

"Forget it. I don't want to think about it anymore. Let's just settle it and let Prime Minister Zhang come back. We have some things to discuss." Han Shu said.

"I want to have breakfast." Han Shu said as she put down the telegram.

Xiaohe nodded. She was just surprised why Han Shu used "breakfast" instead of "breakfast."

Qin State Xianyang. Shangwen received a message from the Qin State Staff Department. The Qin Army gathered a cavalry battalion on the front line of the Wei State, and a battle group of an infantry company launched an attack on the next Wei Army Luka. For the first Luka, it was

The New Korean Army was defeated. Everyone in the Qin Army expressed dissatisfaction. They believed that the credit for such a feat belonged to the Qin Army, not the New Korean Army.

Naofumi is not very interested in such information. In Naofumi's view, it is normal for an army with backward equipment to be defeated. However, after the war is over, it will be difficult to deal with it. Naofumi is just

I have a preliminary idea, but Naofumi doesn't have a good idea on how to solve it.

Li Mu will then visit the King of Qin. All the main ministers and generals will also attend. Shang Wen will only accompany him. The main thing is the civil servants to greet him. Because Li Mu is not a general this time, but the trusted prime minister of Zhao State. This is a matter for civilian officials and military generals.

Naturally, he doesn't want to get involved. This is something within Naofumi's responsibility. Naofumi doesn't know much about diplomatic etiquette, but he is just accompanying him.

On a train heading to the Western Regions, a man covering his face with a big cowboy hat was lying on the train seat sleeping. There were two businessmen-looking people beside him reading newspapers.

"Can we go to the Western Region? I heard that these horse bandits robbed trains, banks, gold cars, and everything of value. Should we hire some people with guns?

"Otherwise it's not safe." A man who seemed to have put on weight said, while another man who looked relatively thin looked at the other person worriedly.

"I don't think it's safe in this way," said the relatively thin businessman.

"However, the news is still somewhat positive. The newspaper said that the Prime Minister of Qin has organized the FBI. These FBI agents are quickly heading to the Western Regions to solve this matter. The King is also very supportive of this matter.

The safety situation will probably improve." The relatively thin man said.

"That's right." The fat businessman nodded reluctantly. Apparently he was still worried about this statement.

"It's just that before..." At this moment, the sound of the car window glass being broken came.

"Ah." Then a woman screamed.

Hearing the strange movement, the man with his face covered jumped up quickly, then lowered his body and leaned under the car window.

"Horse bandit. Horse bandit." The people in the carriage shouted loudly.

"Bang. Bang." Gunshots began to sound outside the window.

"Damn it, you came just in time." At this time, the man took out his pistol and opened the cylinder to check the status of the bullets.

"Don't panic. Lie down on the ground." The man shouted loudly. Upon hearing such shouts, the two businessmen lay down on the ground first, but there were already some people lying on the ground.

"Bang. Bang." At this time, some businessmen's guards boldly fired back outside.

"Poof." There was a sound of a bullet entering the gun. A guard was shot and fell to the ground. The wound was on his shoulder, and blood kept flowing from the wound. Soon there was a lot of blood on the ground.

"Damn it. Someone can bandage it and help me." Another guard shouted loudly while shooting.

"Poof." Then there was another sound of a bullet entering the body. The guard fell to the ground motionless. The man glanced at this time and then closed his eyes. Because he saw that the place where the other person was lying was still there.

There was something splashing around, it wasn't red, it was fleshy yellow, it might be something that could be seen at a glance.

"Vomit." Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, someone vomited where the guard was lying. Apparently he was frightened by such a bloody scene.

"Ugh." Others also vomited. The man couldn't shoot back. He only had a pistol, but the opponent had a rifle and a horse rifle. The power and accuracy of the shooting were much more powerful than his own pistol.

"Bang. Bang. Bang." At this moment, the gunshots outside the carriage became more intensive. The man felt something was wrong when he heard the gunshots, but soon he understood what was going on.

"Da da da." The sound of some horses' hooves also began to sound real.

"Bang. Bang. Come on, you horse bandits." A thick and powerful voice came at this time.

"Bang. Bang." Gunshots came from outside the carriage. At this time, the man carefully stuck his head out to check the situation. He saw several militia-like people on horseback chasing the horse bandits. The horse bandits could no longer care about driving.

The gun was fired and he ran away.

"Oh my God." The man breathed a sigh of relief at this time. If the horse bandits really came up, he really didn't know how many of them he could kill.

"It's okay. Militiamen are coming to rescue us." The man said easily at this time.

Although the man had said that nothing was wrong, the people in the carriage still did not dare to act rashly. Many people were still lying on the ground. Some of them had just come to the Western Regions for the first time, and they actually encountered such a thing. This really made them

Very surprised.

Then the train temporarily stopped at the station. At the alighting station, the man saw the militiamen who had stopped to rest.

"Hello. I am an FBI agent. My name is Guo Ping." The man said.

"Oh. Federal agent." A sullen man stood up and said.

"Come, drink. Drink." The two arrogant men said unceremoniously.