Eight Thousand Iron Buddha at the Start, Please Make Concessions to the First Emperor!

"Why are those Qin people silent?"

The Huns, who were covered in black viscous liquid all over their bodies, looked at the Qin army camp with a puzzled expression, looking a little puzzled.

But at this moment, the person who saw it suddenly exclaimed.

"Look! What is that!?"

Several other people heard the words and looked.

I saw a little bit of fire, spurting out from the Qin army camp, and then drawing a parabola in the air, falling towards them?

Is that... an arrow? With fire?

Before waiting for the Huns here to be surprised, the arrow with the flames was inserted into the grass full of black liquid, and the next moment...

"call!!!"

The tyrannical flames soared into the sky! And at a very fast speed, it spread.

Just in an instant, all the places on the grassland that were contaminated with black liquid ignited a raging fire!

A group of Huns and horses did not have time to react, and were engulfed by the fire.

The pain from the burning came like a tidal wave.

Whether it is the Huns or the horses, they are struggling and rolling at this moment.

However, the flames on their bodies became more and more violent as they struggled, and gradually spread to their whole bodies.

From a distance, it seems like a moving fireball, dancing wildly on the grassland.

"Burn it! Burn it! Take your malicious intentions and sins, and turn to ashes together!

The roaring flames illuminated Meng Tian's pupils.

Everyone in the camp was watching this shocking scene.

The screams of people and the neighs of horses are endless...

I don't know how long it took, the flame was still burning, but the group of flames were no longer moving.

Obviously, both people and horses have been completely buried in this flame.

The young lieutenant next to him who was just kicked down by Meng Tian had a pity on his face.

Looking at Meng Tian, ​​he couldn't help but ask curiously: "General, those Mongolian horses are of good blood. If you want to kill these Huns, why don't they even burn their horses together?"

Meng Tian took a deep breath, resisted the urge to kick out again, and asked angrily, "Don't you have a brain!?"

"what?"

"You bastard, if you ask such a low-minded question again, this general will dismiss you from your post!"

Being scolded by Meng Tian, ​​the young general almost burst into tears.

At this time, another younger lieutenant on the side kindly reminded: "How can the general not know these things?

"Besides, if you want to kill those few Huns, why do you have to be a tinderbox like you did just now, and you must be deceived and take so much effort?"

"This shows that the general saw that there was deceit in this gang of Huns!

"As expected, he is Wang Ben's son, and he sees it thoroughly." Meng Tian glanced at Wang Li with satisfaction, and then explained in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty once explained before returning to Xianyang that these Huns might be so famous for their quest for peace and send a large number of livestock. 99

"Ah! Your Majesty even guessed this?" Wang Li and the young lieutenant on the side were a little surprised.

Meng Tian nodded, and his face became more and more gloomy.

"Do you know why Your Majesty ordered this general to deal with these Huns and horses like this?

Everyone around them shook their heads.

"Hmph, just now you saw that those legs were wrapped in sackcloth, right?

"I see, we were curious before..."

"I'm curious what it is for? Hehe... Your Majesty said that on these linen cloths... are plagues!

"what!!!"

In an instant, everyone present turned green.

The older generals almost sat on the ground with their legs weak.

plague!

For everyone in this era.

The horror of these two words is definitely far more than death itself!

Because it represents endless disaster, panic, torture and despair!

"Now, do you know why His Majesty let this General do this?"

Everyone nodded.

While secretly relieved in his heart, he was also extremely frightened.

If it weren't for His Majesty's foresight, he would have predicted this would happen.

Then they will definitely welcome these plagued horses back to the camp.

In that way, the disaster was really brought home.

The destruction of the entire 300,000 army is still a small matter.

The thing sent the plague back to the gate, then...

Thinking of such consequences, everyone shuddered deeply, and at the same time, their pupils were also full of anger.

What a vicious Huns.

What a maudun chanyu!

This matter, Qin Jun and you are not finished!!!

At this time in the Xianyang Palace, Zhao Tuo was talking with Ying Zheng, Feng Quji, Li Si, Meng Yi and others about the papermaking workshop.

Although the notice has now been posted, people still have a lot of doubts and confusion about it.

".|| Your Majesty, the three ministers have generally understood your plan. 35

‘Meaning, you want to call on the merchants of Daqin to set up paper-making workshops in various counties?

"And these businessmen who want to respond to the call, not only have to pay to build a workshop, but also (money) compete for the quota of this workshop?"

"Well, that's probably what it means." Zhao Tuo nodded.

"In the eyes of the three Aiqings, is there anything wrong with this? 99

The three of Meng Yi exchanged glances again, and then Li Si said with a wry smile: "Your Majesty, if you let these merchants undertake workshops, they may do it.

"But if they have to spend money to compete for this spot before then, will they really be willing to do so?"

"Hey..." Zhao Tuo sighed slightly, and said helplessly: "So, those of you who are officials, you still have to go down to the grassroots often for a walk.

“If you knew what the state of business is today, you wouldn’t be asking this question.35

What is the current state of the merchants?

The crowd was stunned.