Daqin: Take the bamboo shoots, Zulong eavesdropped on my heart!

That's right!

Hearing Feng Zheng's words, everyone felt proud for a while.

"Your Majesty, this humble minister is guilty!"

Feng Zheng bowed immediately, and said to Ying Zheng, "It's all my fault for my stupidity. Your Majesty, it's my fault for being so accused by all ministers!"

uh... uh?

What am I?

You wait first!

After hearing Feng Zheng's words, everyone's faces turned black.

What do you mean?

what do you mean by that?

When did we accuse His Majesty?

Don't bite people randomly!

"Feng... Marquis of Chang'an, don't talk nonsense here!"

Feng Quji heard it, and immediately said, "Baiguan, when did you accuse His Majesty?"

"Yes, you, you are talking nonsense!"

"We have great respect for His Majesty, how dare we criticize him at all?"

"You are slander, slander!"

After hearing this, the officials immediately shouted.

"Hey, my lords, why did you turn around and accuse me?"

Hearing this, Feng Zheng spread his hands, blinked calmly and said, "It's what you said, Your Majesty entrusted this matter to me, but I messed it up! Don't you mean that there is something wrong with your Majesty's eyesight?" ? Pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, yin and yang! I feel sad for His Majesty! So, I have to take all the blame on myself!"

What am I?

you you you……

You are simply not human!

After hearing Feng Zheng's words, everyone's faces turned black.

We didn't say that!

but……

Speaking of which, it does have some taste.

wrong……

Everyone said in their hearts, this is obvious, it is this kid's fallacy!

"You, you are talking nonsense!"

"Your Majesty, I didn't show any disrespect to Your Majesty, I just thought that Your Majesty is waiting here today, and my heart really hurts..."

"That's right, Your Majesty, I'm thinking about it, the wind is so fierce today, your Majesty's body must not have the slightest mistake!"

"Oh, well..."

How could Ying Zheng fail to guess what was going on in the hearts of these people?

Sour, then sour...

"Today, I'm here to see it. I think these things are too heavy to carry, right?"

Ying Zheng said, looking at Feng Zheng.

"Your Majesty is holy, alas, Your Majesty is so insightful, if it is an ordinary person, how could he have discovered such a subtle thing?"

Feng Zheng immediately said, "Your Majesty, these things are indeed too heavy, and walking on the road is indeed unpleasant! Sigh, it is really like a torrent of water to meet a king who loves his subjects like His Majesty..."

"Alright, alright..."

After hearing this, Ying Zheng laughed angrily, "I ask you, where are the Yuezhi people?"

"Your Majesty, it's behind."

Feng Zheng said with a finger, "Our Daqin hasn't set it up yet, it's not good for people to see, isn't it?"

kindness?

This is also...

After hearing Feng Zheng's words, Ying Zheng nodded immediately, "Well, it does make sense, so let's arrange it."

"promise."

After hearing this, Feng Zheng turned around and asked Yingbu Fankui and others to lift all the things from the car and arrange them one by one.

The base of the base, the pile of the pile, dig what should be dug, and fill what should be filled.

Seeing the big black tubes, Baiguan was stunned and curious for a moment.

What is this?

kindness?

"Then, is that iron?"

Glancing at those cannon barrels, a dignitary changed his face and asked in surprise.

Look at it, why does it look like iron?

Only when you see a bunch of soldiers can you lift it slowly, the quality is definitely not light!

"Oh, my lord, you have such rare eyes!"

Feng Zheng laughed, "That's right, it's iron."

Hehe, that's...

I……

What are you waiting for!

What is rare is good?

When the man heard this, his face was blackened, and he asked, "Is that really iron? This one, how much iron does that cost?"

"Not much..."

Feng Zheng said, "A cannon barrel is only five or six thousand catties..."

kindness?

what?

After hearing Feng Zheng's words, everyone's faces turned black.

What am I?

How much?

Five or six thousand catties?

Ma Madi, how much iron is that?

If this iron could be turned into swords and guns, how many of them could be made?

"Five or six thousand... This is simply nonsense!"

The man listened and immediately drank.

Chapter 608 Zulong: It costs money to shoot this cannon?

"Naughty?"

Feng Zheng was taken aback when he heard this, "Why are you messing around? Don't you believe it? If you don't believe it, can you go up and lift it yourself?"

"I mean, a cannon is five or six thousand catties?"

The man couldn't help shouting, "If this thing is turned into a sword, how many troops can it equip? Marquis Chang'an, don't you know that my Great Qin is short of iron? Isn't that a waste? It's just nonsense!"

Said, with a distressed and unwilling face.

That's right, with so much iron, can this be enough for many soldiers?

Do you have to refine them into iron tubes one by one?

What's the use?

Isn't this a waste?

【Oh, what are you talking about... I thought you didn't believe in weight...】

Hearing what the man said, Feng Zheng couldn't help but rolled his eyes, [You know what, do you know how powerful artillery is, and you dare to say it's a waste? 】

[Ma Madi, if I fire ten cannons like this, I can count as thousands of troops! 】

【Moreover, this artillery is so trouble-free. It is no problem to attack cities and villages, and it is no problem to attack mountains. After these artillery shells come for a while, it is no problem for Daqin soldiers and horses to save thousands of people! 】

[However, this cannon is a bit...too expensive to fight...]

kindness?

what?

After hearing Feng Zheng's heartfelt voice, Ying Zheng's heart suddenly moved.

Can this cannon be worth thousands of troops?

Moreover, can it save the sacrifice of thousands of people?

So, then this is really a good thing!

but……

Fighting with cannons, a bit of a waste of money?

burn money?

Ying Zheng was puzzled for a while, what does burning money mean?

Could it be that if this cannonball goes on, a lot of Qin Banliang will be melted down?

Or, what Feng Zheng meant was that it costs money to fight with shells?

"Ha ha!"

Feng Zheng smiled, looked at the man and said, "My lord, what you said is indeed correct, but I want to ask you, if you want to conquer Liangyue, how many troops will be needed, how long will it take, and will you be able to come back again?" How many?"

kindness?

Hearing Feng Zheng's words, the man was taken aback, "What does the Marquis of Chang'an mean?"

I asked you if it was a waste, why do you ask me this?

"You just answer it. If you answer it, I will naturally give you a satisfactory answer."

Feng Zheng smiled and made a faint sound.

"I?"

The dignitary said hesitantly, "If I am an official... maybe three to fifty thousand..."

"I advise you, tell the truth, before Your Majesty, bullying the king will cost you your head!"

"My lord, my lord is saying that thirty to fifty thousand is definitely not enough!"

After hearing this, the man immediately changed his words, "It will take 30 yuan, and it will take half a year."

"How many people will be sacrificed?"

"How do I know that?"

"There must be a rough idea!"

Feng Zheng laughed, "There are 30 people in the land of Liangyue. Do the math, how many people will you have to die if you attack one mountain after another?"

"This...maybe..."