The video connects all dynasties, starting with an inventory of the top ten emperors

In the 32nd year of Qin Wangzheng (215 BC), Xianyang Palace.

Hu Hai looked at the four big characters on the desk case, and tentatively asked, "Father, is this year name a bit unlucky? After all, this is the year name of the Three Treasures at the end of the Song Dynasty, so it's somewhat unlucky."

"That's hard to say. If I want to reconcile the conflicts with these embers of the six kingdoms, I have to show some sincerity. Since I want them to go north and west for the country, then this sincerity can't be too stingy.

Thinking about it this way, it is most appropriate to take this first year name as sincerity. "

Fusu, who was standing on the right side of Yingzheng, also raised his objection: "But after all, this year name has been used by later generations. If we use it again, will it be inferior?"

Hearing Fusu's words, Ying Zheng stood proudly with his hands behind his back and replied with a smile: "Aren't the reign names of the emperors in later generations coincided? This kind of thing still depends on whether the emperor's own achievements are enough.

Since I have used this year name, then this year name will become Daqin's exclusive year name. "

He turned to Fusu and asked: "I see that people's lives in future generations will be very difficult. Therefore, in the last years of the dynasty, there were frequent rebel armies to shake the country. I want you to take some people to visit the people and show me the real Great Qin. , would you be willing to walk for me?"

Before Fusu answered, Hu Hai, who was standing on the other side, raised his hands and shouted, "Father, my son is willing to go, really, I am willing to go..."

Ying Zheng didn't know what Hu Hai was thinking, he snorted and said, "Don't worry, wait a little longer, when enough manpower is raised, I will let you go west."

"..."

Xianyang City, Juxian Hall.

People from all walks of life came to register every day, ranging from dozens to nearly a hundred people. Except for some nobles from the six countries, most of them were placed in the big barracks in the city.

In the school field of a large barracks, Xiang Yu was competing with a strong man.

The two sides fought for a long time, but there was still no sign of a winner, which also attracted discussions from the onlookers.

"This guy has been wrestling with Xiang Yu for half an hour. He really is amazing."

"That is, the previous people couldn't last a few breaths in front of Xiang Yu, and they lost almost instantly. I think Xiang Yu might lose this time."

"Not necessarily, look at Brother Xiang Yu is still very calm, but this guy is really a bit powerful."

After all, Xiang Yu on the field began to exert all his strength. He grabbed the man's belt and collar, and when he was about to lift it up, he thought of Xiang Liang's teaching along the way.

Thinking that this man did have some courage and was worthy of his respect, he changed his method and grabbed the opponent's left arm instead, turned around and took a step back before throwing him to the ground.

That man is also a straightforward person, he admits defeat openly when he loses, he pressed his waist and punched Xiang Yu and said: "Brother Xiang's family is really powerful, I admire you."

Seeing that the man was so arrogant, Xiang Yu also smiled back and saluted, and even stretched out a hand to pull the man up.

"May I ask what this brother's name is?"

"It's easy to say, Gu Qi... well, fisherman Peng Yue."

"..."

In the third year of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty (102 BC), Weiyang Palace in Chang'an.

Liu Che leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest his mind. After a while, he stretched out his right hand and said, "Prince?"

Liu Ju got up and left the table to salute, "My son is here."

"This year's school hunting will be presided over by you. The emperor of my Han family can't be a weak Confucian scholar, do you understand?"

Liu Ju originally wanted to refute one or two, telling his father that he was also passionate, but after thinking about it, he was relieved. After all, no amount of talking would be as effective as doing a few more practical things, so he replied: " Yes, my son takes orders."

"..."

The tense and busy days of each plane passed by in a flash.

On this day, Qianlong was reviewing memorials in the hall.

Facing the pile of memorials that piled up like a small mountain bag, he was like an emotionless copy machine, and simply marked most of the memorials that he had read with the three characters "I know".

"I'm sick!"

He put the brush on the pen holder, squeezed his right wrist, and leaned on the back of the chair to vent his displeasure.

Although he didn't show his disappointment in the chat group, his failure to be on the list before did make him lose face in front of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty.

The reason why he showed a magnanimous look in the chat group was that, like other emperors, he did not dare to offend Chen Ming.

At the same time, with the eternal age, he did not dare to govern the country as he wished before, for fear that one day he would be on some derogatory lists.

That would not only be spurned by others, but also very likely to lose longevity.

"This emperor is becoming less and less free, alas!"

After feeling lazy, Qianlong directly called out Wan Gu Chun Qiu and began to scan the video.

At this time, a video full of rewards and comments on the screen caught his attention.

Qianlong glanced at the poster, and immediately regained his spirits: "Hey, why isn't it an inventory video this time?"

He clicked on the video to enter the playback interface, and at the same time clicked on the chat group.

[Battle of Baliqiao. 】

After the opening title marked with the film title passed, the screen slowly unfolded.

A large number of horse troops appeared on the plain, and their unique armor shape also attracted the attention of many people.

Ying Zheng: "Why are the armor colors of this army different?"

Hu Hai: "That's right, colorful ones, dressed like butterflies."

Liu Che: "Why are the weapons in this army so strange? Besides knives and guns, what are those tubular objects?"

Zhu Di: "It should be guns or something."

Liu Bang: "Guns?"

Zhu Houzhao: "Guns are firearms... If used well, the medium and long-range strike and harassment capabilities of guns are comparable to bows and arrows."

The next moment, the group of emperors saw more real guns.

A group of soldiers who looked very different from those of the Central Plains people pushed a larger tube and lined up, and the dark muzzle was aimed at the cavalry on the opposite side.

The red "cross" on the flags held by the flag bearers behind them was extremely glaring.

Zhu Houzhao: "Is this a Westerner? When did this group of Westerners hit Baliqiao?"

Zhu Yuanzhang: "Where is the Bali Bridge?"

Qianlong: "Tongzhou, Bali Bridge."

Zhu Di: "What?"

Li Shimin: "Could it be the name of a place outside Beijing, the capital of the Ming and Qing Dynasties?"

Zhu Houzhao: "Yes, exactly."

In the chat group, the emperors who were still smiling from different planes put away their jokes one after another, and their faces were full of seriousness and anxiety.

How did these foreigners rush to Youzhou, or why did they fight outside the capitals of the Ming and Qing Dynasties?
What happened in the afterlife?
Qianlong: "The Eight Banners plus cotton armor, this army is undoubtedly my Qing Dynasty."