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

Such a picture appeared in his mind.

On the cold city wall, the tough-tempered Huns climbed up the long ladder with their swords in their mouths.

Suddenly a lit clay vase was thrown down and hit him on the head.

In an instant, a group of violent flames ignited.

Amidst the shrill screams, the Huns rolled and fell down, hitting their companions behind them.

And those viscous ointments are like gangrene attached to the bone, where they will burn wherever they touch.

Under the city wall, it quickly became a purgatory on earth.

The Xiongnu soldiers were terrified and fled in all directions in a panic.

"Your Highness, is it still effective?"

"Later generations call it the Molotov cocktail, but it is a great weapon on the battlefield."

"Just a little bit of it can cause a serious burn."

"In this day and age, there are not so many medicines to treat the wounded."

"Weichen reckons that unless he can be ruthless and gouges out the burnt area, he might be able to save his life."

"But such a person is almost useless."

Chen Qing said resolutely: "The Xiongnu are afraid of power and not virtuous. This winter, we will teach them a profound lesson. Let alone ten or twenty years, they will not dare to think about going south in their entire lives!"

"gentlemen……"

Fusu's expression was complicated: "Are there many such things in future generations?"

Chen Qing was stunned for a moment, knowing that the other party's compassion had flared up again.

"many!"

He nodded vigorously.

"Not only are there Molotov cocktails, but there is also something called a mine, which resembles an explosive package buried in the ground."

"Earlier mines were so powerful they could blow people apart."

"But later, its power became smaller and smaller, and it could only blow off its legs."

Fu Su couldn't help being stunned: "Why?"

Chen Qing smiled meaningfully: "Because the cost of a landmine is not low, it is a bit of a loss to kill one person. But if there are no deaths, but only injuries, someone must carry the wounded to treat them?"

"If you save it, the enemy will have one more cripple with a broken leg."

"If you don't save him, he will cry and bleed to death, which is too horrible to look at."

"Soldiers are bound to be terrified, and the morale of the army is shaken."

"It's the same landmine, with less charge, lower cost, and even greater damage to the enemy."

"Your Highness, what do you think is a good deal?"

Fu Su was speechless for a long time, shocked by the cruelty of wars in later generations, and even thought of such vicious methods.

When he looked through the ancient books, he respected the battle of Zhuxia before the collapse of rites and the destruction of music.

In the battle between Jin and Chu, the two sides killed rivers of blood.

However, when the general of the state of Jin met the king of Chu, he still had to take off his armor and stood upright to salute.

The king of Chu also reciprocated, sending a pair of strong bows as a reward.

Regardless of who wins and who loses, everyone is a country of Zhu Xia, and in the final analysis they are their own people.

I lost, you have to treat each other with courtesy.

Similarly, if I win, I will not treat prisoners of war harshly.

The aristocratic wars in the Middle Ages in the West were basically the same as the wars among the Xias in the Spring and Autumn Period.

No matter how many people die, the etiquette cannot be discarded, and the dignity of the nobility cannot be lost.

However, as the intensity of the war increased, such scenes would soon be gone forever.

Fusu originally thought that the future generations would have plenty of material, and the common people would have to regain their etiquette and morality if they had enough food and clothing.

Never expected that the war would be much more tragic than it is now!

"Your Highness, your heart is too kind, how can you fight against bad guys?"

Chen Qing said this to Fusu more than once.

That is to say, the family background left by the first emperor is thick, so it is okay for him to be a conservative king.

If it were changed to the situation in the late Ming and Southern Song Dynasties, I am afraid that the world will be lost in a few years.

"Sir, this palace is just feeling emotional for a while, and has no intention of being merciful."

"The Xiongnu invaded our Great Qin, and they asked for what happened to them."

Fusu suppressed the pity in his heart, and said a harsh word.

"No problem."

"Good deeds must be done by someone, and bad deeds must be done by someone."

Chen Qing smiled heartily.

Xiangli Xi whispered: "Your Highness, the lamp oil has been refined. Night is approaching, why not try it first."

Chen Qing nodded and said, "Okay."

"Find a taller light pole and hang the oil lamp on it."

"The higher the better, let the Prince's Mansion set an example for the common people."

Soon.

The servants erected two street light poles in front of the main hall where the discussions were held, each of which was three feet high, a section higher than the roof of the house.

"Is this a bit too high?"

"I'm afraid it will be troublesome to add lamp oil."

Fusu looked up at the lantern swaying in the wind, and said hesitantly.

"It's better to be taller."

Chen Qing raised his head and smiled, "I prepared it for myself."

Chapter 152 Miss Wang, can you be a little tricky?

The cost of food and clothing of the Great Qin Prince is beyond anyone's imagination.

The two high-hanging palace lanterns are in the shape of a hexagon, with fine wood as the frame, covered with yarn tubes, and the inside is made of copper cranes as the skeleton, with three heads.

The wick is held in the beak of the crane, and the lamp oil is drawn from below along the long neck.

The waiter set up a long ladder, held the tinder with slender chopsticks, and lit the two lanterns separately.

"Light up, light up."

"Menghuo oil can indeed be used to light lamps."

"I look brighter than a butter lamp."

As night falls, two high-hanging palace lanterns bring light and warmth to people.

"Menghuo oil produces tens of thousands of catties a day, and what comes out of the ground doesn't cost much."

"Sir, the people really have oil lamps to use!"

Fusu was overjoyed and his expression was very excited.

Chen Qing's thoughts were interrupted, and he nodded with a smile.

Just now, he had already imagined that he was hung high above, fluttering in the wind like dried bacon.

Once the industrialization process of the Great Qin Dynasty started, the impact on the princes, princes and officials, down to the people in Guizhou, would be unprecedented.

Countless aristocratic families and local tyrants will decline and go bankrupt.

Yi people, Qiang people, Huns, Hu people, under the massacre of modern weapons, the dead will be tens of millions!

Of course, there would be so many people who wanted to kill Chen Qing that they couldn't make it through more than a dozen circles around Xianyang City.

The Hongmen Banquet hosted by Zhuo Tianlu and Cheng Ji is just the beginning and will never end.

"As long as the Chinese people live well."

Chen Qing said something in a deep tone.

If a man should not eat five tripods in life, he should also cook five tripods in death!

What are you afraid of him!

"Sir, there are still more than 1 catties of kerosene in stock, and it doesn't take much effort to refine it."

"Tomorrow, I plan to distribute coal for the winter to the people. How about giving each family a catty of lamp oil?"

Fusu said excitedly: "With oil lamps for lighting at night and coals for heating, people's lives will be easier."

"Save a catty of lamp oil, it won't be used up in a month."

"There are a total of 20 households in Xianyang City. Just by looking at the oil well, as long as the current output is tripled, every household can light oil lamps."

"The city that never sleeps...you said it will come true soon."

Chen Qing said with a smile: "Okay. Since His Highness is interested, you can give it away. Anyway, the cost is extremely low, and it doesn't cost much."

"But if you want to use it in the future, you still have to spend money, at least not at a loss."

Fu Su nodded, "I'll send someone to prepare it right now."

"Wei Chen retire."

Chen Qing arched his hands, turned and left.

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"Sir, you are back."

The waiter saw Chen Qing approaching from afar and bowed.

"Ah."

Chen Qing responded, and walked into his own house.

"what?"

Before he took a few steps, he suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart.

He glanced around, but found nothing unusual.

The courtyard next door was noisy, probably because Qin Mo's craftsmen got off work and chatted in the courtyard.

Chen Qing thought for a while, there were hundreds of strong men living within 50 meters away, and besides, this used to be the prince's mansion, so there wouldn't be any stupid assassins coming to assassinate him, right?

"Um~uh~"

Behind the door, Reba struggled desperately, making an indistinct sound, trying to remind Chen Qing.

"Don't be noisy!"

"If you dare to make a sound again, I will wipe your neck."

A sharp short blade rested on Reba's neck, and the cold metal touch instantly made Reba's voice quiet.

She was firmly tied to the pillar by the hemp rope, and could only watch helplessly as the assassin tiptoed and hid behind the door, holding his breath and waiting for Chen Qing to arrive.

"Strange, why didn't Reba come out today?"

"I said I would let her go back, so I'm slacking off now?"

Chen Qing stood at the door and muttered to himself, then gently opened the door.

A cold light flashed across his pupils quickly.

The thin man in black jumped up instantly, strode forward, and put the dagger on his neck.