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

Xiangli Xi scolded severely.

"How about the tailwind, what about the headwind?"

"The Mo family competes with outsiders, relying on real craftsmanship, not God's help."

"Hoist the mainsail!"

"We lost two sails, but there are still so many people! It's not necessarily a loss."

The disciples bowed their heads one after another: "No, please follow Master's instruction."

They gripped the sculls vigorously, and they all developed the determination to fight against the enemy.

When the boatmen on the clipper saw the colorful boat passing by and headed upstream, they cheered for joy.

Originally, he was still worried that he would be unfavorable and be punished by the prince.

This is great!

They hurriedly pulled up the cables and hoisted the sails high.

Under the strong wind blowing, five soft sails of different sizes bulged into the shape of a crescent moon.

The mooring straw rope was straightened, as if it would break.

They were gearing up, excitedly waiting to show off their skills later.

"Boss, what's going on?"

"If the colorful boat goes upstream, it will become a tailwind!"

"Your Majesty has really helped us a lot."

Li Yi and the others stared dumbfounded at the slowly ascending colorful boat, and suddenly came to their senses.

"Boss, did you already know this would happen?"

"With His Majesty's help, wouldn't we win all three games?"

"Hahaha, no wonder the boss is calm and calm, not in a hurry."

Everyone relaxed, talking and laughing.

Chen Qing reprimanded with a straight face: "Don't speak nonsense."

"It's clear that His Majesty is aware of the details and chose the fairest method of competition. How can you help me?"

Li Yi nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, yes, Your Majesty is the most fair, and he has never been partial."

"The rivalry between the Dong family and the Mo sect relies on their own abilities. It is fair and just, and everyone sees it."

"Boss, I knew why you were in such a hurry."

Once the tension was gone, the craftsmen couldn't help complaining.

Recently, in order to catch up with work, they can only sleep for two hours a day, and they have lost a lot of weight in a few days.

If I knew this earlier, wouldn't it be over if I just fooled around?

Your Majesty said you won, who would dare to say no?

"What are you talking about, the colorful boat has stopped."

"Let's go over."

The venue arranged in advance can only be temporarily abandoned, and the brigade marched upstream in an endless stream.

Scissor sailboats and dragon boats anchor in the middle of the sparkling river under the guidance of a small boat.

call out--

A loud arrow shot through the clouds.

"Draw!"

"set sail!"

The two ships rushed out almost at the same time.

Xiangli Xi's arms were as thick as an ordinary person's thighs, and he swung quickly back and forth with his body. His thick arms pulled the oars, driving the dragon boat through the water quickly.

"Master, we are ahead."

"Don't talk, row hard!"

"Come on!"

"Hey ho! Hey ho! Hey ho!"

Amidst the majestic chants, the disciples of the Mohists exerted all their strength, and the oars on both sides flipped up and down in a uniform manner, splashing white water waves.

Chen Qing stood on the shore unhurriedly, watching the distance between the two boats getting smaller and smaller, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

The fastest clipper sailboats of later generations can reach a speed of 30 knots, even if discounted by half, there is still a speed of 15 knots.

The Guinness Book of World Records for dragon boats is only 13 km/h.

1 nautical mile = 1.852 kilometers.

The gap is more than double!

Gee.

Sorry, I won again.

Chen Qing watched intently as the clipper sailboat continued to accelerate, and after successfully overtaking the dragon boat, it quickly approached the colorful boat like an arrow off the string.

"Master, they surpassed them."

"What to do, Master?"

"Master..."

Xiangli Xi watched helplessly as the shadow of sails covering the sky and the sun covered the dragon boat, and soon moved to the bow of the dragon boat, and finally disappeared before their eyes.

His disciples are all rough men from the north, but at this moment, some people are so anxious that they are about to cry.

"Keep paddling!"

"Even if the Mo family loses, they have to lose decently."

"If we row faster, the Mo family can save more face."

"Pad me!"

click!

A crisp sound.

Xiangli Xi stared blankly at the light oar in his hand.

The wooden frame fixed on the ship's side was twisted by his huge strength.

His brain was completely unable to think. After throwing away one oar, he continued to row back and forth with the only remaining one.

"Master..."

"Hurry up, everyone!"

"Shut hard!"

It is said that the mourning army will win.

However, no matter how hard the mourners on the dragon boat tried, they couldn't bring the distance between the two sides even a little bit closer.

In the end, when the clipper-style sailboat was attached to the colorful boat, a figure leaped nimbly.

Not long after, the colored balls on the mast slowly descended.

"Ugh……"

Li Si sighed heavily, feeling helpless in his heart.

The first emperor wants to let Chen Qing win, who else can do it?

Chapter 69 Mohism's Flying Dream

"In the second round, I will be the young man Chen Zhonghou Sheng."

Li Si announced the result of the competition helplessly.

clap clap.

Chen Qing took the lead in applauding himself.

Li Yi and the others clapped their hands excitedly, and looked at the disciples of the Mohists arrogantly.

Our master's family is in full swing, and you are overthinking your abilities to oppose him, isn't that courting death?

Ying Zheng stared at the extremely fast clipper sailboat for a long time, then nodded silently.

Let Chen Qing take out another good thing.

Never thought a ship could do this.

If he had had this thing when he was fighting with the Chu State in the early years, it would be a piece of cake to cut off the opponent's food path, so why bother so much.

far away.

The dragon boat slowly docked on a deserted shore.

Xiangli Linggu ran wildly along the rugged river bank.

"father!"

She looked at Xiang Lixi, who was downcast and seemed to have lost his soul, and her heart felt uncomfortable as if someone was holding her tightly.

"A Ling."

Xiangli Xi raised his head, said nothing, his eyes were slightly red.

"Dad, don't be discouraged!"

"There is one last game!"

"The 300-year glory of the Mohist School and the masterpieces of the sages will surely shock the world!"

"We haven't lost yet!"

Xiang Liling cheered for his father with a passionate tone.

"A Ling..."

Xiangli Xi hesitated to speak.

To lose is to lose.

They lost two of the three games, how can they come back?

Originally, Qin Mo's plan was to win two warm-up games first, and then use the hidden treasure of the Mo family to create a sensational effect.

This aroused the attention of the first emperor, and at the same time let the people of the world re-understand the ingenious skills of the Mohists.

But now...

Everything seems to have become a flower in a mirror, the moon in the water.

So what if they won the last game?

"Father, you rest first."

"I'm going."

Xiangli Ling flashed a decisive look, turned his head and left.

"A Ling, come back!"

Xiangli Xi suddenly came back to his senses, "Don't go, stop her!"

All the brothers and sisters changed color.

"Miss Ling, don't go."

"We've already arranged people, so you don't need to take risks."

"Miss Ling, just listen to Master."