With a sword in each hand, Ying Zheng slashed at his two swords in front of his wicked husband and dozens of imperial guards.
With a 'clang', the imperial guard's bronze sword was instantly cut in half at the waist, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.
In contrast, the wicked man's iron sword was completely undamaged. Ying Zheng examined it closely and couldn't find even a scratch.
The imperial guards watching glanced subconsciously at the guard who had lost his sword, and couldn't help but feel a little smug. Luckily, it wasn't their own sword that had been severed.
"This...this..." The imperial guard, heartbroken at losing his sword, was speechless with grief, his eyes brimming with tears. Qin law was strict; a soldier who lost his sword was committing a grave offense!
"Your Majesty, what do you think?" The wicked man smiled slightly, speaking with brimming confidence: "The three thousand elite soldiers I have trained are not only well-equipped, but also possess unique tactics. They will be the sharpest blade of Qin, paving the way for sweeping away the six states and unifying the world."
"I trust you, and I trust your three thousand elite soldiers." Ying Zheng stared directly at the wicked man, a surge of heroic ambition rising in his heart. With such a great talent, what more could a king ask for? What great things could he not accomplish?
After a moment's thought, Ying Zheng said again, "Continuing to use the name Iron Eagle Swordsman is really inappropriate... You shall choose a new name!"
The wicked man suddenly recalled a record in the Strategies of the Warring States: "The fighting skills of Qi are inferior to those of Wei's elite infantry, and the elite infantry of Wei are inferior to those of Qin's elite soldiers."
The three units recorded in it are all elite armies that have been passed down through the ages, and the three thousand soldiers he trained far surpassed the elite soldiers of Qin. It is indeed inappropriate to continue to use the name Iron Eagle Swordsmen.
The purpose of time travel is simply to show off and be remembered for generations, to alter the original course of history and prevent those regrets from happening again. Why bother using someone else's name and letting them gain fame?
Thinking of this, the wicked husband fell into deep thought, racking his brains to come up with a name that was low-key, domineering, and meaningful.
The imperial guards present were all shocked. This was the king's personal army, and for the king to allow his wicked husband to name them—what an immense favor!
Ying Zheng did not rush him, but gave the wicked man enough time to think. As an elite, he was destined to be remembered for generations, and he dared not take the title casually.
Just then, he caught a glimpse of the Imperial Guard who had lost his sword and looked like he was about to cry, and couldn't help but find it a little funny. "Here, take it."
He sheathed his longsword and casually tossed it to a lowly Imperial Guard soldier.
The latter quickly caught the longsword, his heart filled with boundless joy, and a silly grin appeared on his face. He could be considered to have turned misfortune into blessing.
Feeling the envious gazes of his comrades, the Imperial Guard soldier hurriedly knelt down and shouted, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for bestowing upon me this sword."
Ying Zheng waved his hand, signaling the imperial guards to leave the palace. The guards, however, paid no heed to his gratitude, unaware that their actions had indirectly done him a great favor.
Having witnessed the sword's sharpness, Ying Zheng was eager to inquire about whether it could be equipped for the entire army, its cost, and other related questions.
After an unknown amount of time, the wicked husband, who had been deep in thought, suddenly exclaimed, "I've got it! Let's call it the Black Dragon Armored Army!"
Ying Zheng, known to later generations as the First Emperor, was the first emperor to wear a black dragon robe. His three thousand soldiers wore heavy black armor designed by him personally. As Ying Zheng's personal army, the name was quite fitting.
"Black Dragon Armored Army?" Ying Zheng repeated, then nodded. "It's a good name. Let's use that name from now on."
With the naming process concluded, Ying Zheng immediately inquired about the cost and complexity of the iron sword, and whether it was possible to promote its use throughout the army.
The wicked man shook his head. “Forging swords is actually not difficult. The main problem is mining and refining iron ore, which is not only inefficient but also extremely labor-intensive. It is not suitable for widespread promotion at the moment.”
"How about... halting the repairs to the main canal?" Ying Zheng was still somewhat unwilling.
In his view, the construction of the great canal by the Korean hydraulic engineer Zheng Guo was not as important as this matter. If such divine weapons and armor could be promoted to the entire army, the unification of the world by the Qin Dynasty would be just around the corner, and it would not be too late to build the canal then.
"No, the Zheng Guo Canal must be built, the sooner the better!" Unexpectedly, the husband's reaction was so intense that it startled Ying Zheng.
The wicked man said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, although the construction of the Zheng Guo Canal is a conspiracy to deplete the strength of my Qin state, it is actually a great thing that is of vital importance to my Qin state."
"A conspiracy?" Ying Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and his expression immediately turned serious.
Last year, the wicked woman told him that Lao Ai was having illicit affairs in the harem, and after a year of investigation, he discovered that it was indeed true. Moreover, his mother had even fathered two illegitimate children with Lao Ai!
Now that her husband is saying it's a conspiracy, he has no doubt whatsoever, not to mention that he already felt there was something fishy about the whole thing.
"We're exhausted by Qin!" The wicked man smiled and muttered to himself, "The King of Han has a good plan, but Zheng is a very honest and meticulous man."
"Once this canal is successfully built, the grain production of our Great Qin will surely skyrocket. It is a great project that benefits the country and its people. Compared to military equipment, Your Majesty should know which is more important, right?"
Ying Zheng said, word by word, "Are you sure that the construction of this canal will cause a surge in the grain production of my Great Qin?"
The wicked man nodded, looking relaxed, and said, "Of course, and replacing the weapons is not difficult. It doesn't conflict with building the canal. It's just a matter of manpower. We can just go and find some able-bodied men elsewhere."
"Conscript men?" Ying Zheng's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Are you planning to take action against the six states and capture their people to mine and smelt for us?"
The wicked man shook his head. After all, he was a modern person who had traveled from the future, and he always felt that the six kingdoms were all his own people, and there was no need to harm them unless absolutely necessary.
Of course, the world must be unified, and he will show no mercy to anyone who is out of touch with reality.
"Hurry up and tell me, what do you mean?" Ying Zheng wished he could strangle his wicked husband. He spoke haltingly, couldn't he just finish in one breath?
The wicked man rubbed his chin and pondered, saying, "Foreign tribes like the Xiongnu, Donghu, Quanrong, and Yuezhi, if left unchecked, will surely become a scourge in the future. They are perfect for mining and smelting, or for building large canals and other projects, providing the best labor force."
“The Donghu are powerful and the Yuezhi are fierce, posing a considerable threat, but…” Ying Zheng changed the subject, then asked doubtfully, “What kind of power can the Xiongnu possibly achieve? Caught between the Yuezhi and the Donghu, they are in danger of being wiped out at any time, so they are not worth fearing.”
His words were full of disdain for the Xiongnu.
During this period, the Xiongnu were indeed not strong, far weaker than other nomadic tribes of the grasslands, so it's no wonder that Ying Zheng didn't take them seriously.
Seeing his reaction, the wicked man's face turned very serious, and he said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, you must not underestimate the tribes of the grasslands, especially the Xiongnu, who will surely become a major threat to China in the future."
For thousands of years, the great Chinese civilization, excluding the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties, has been entangled in conflict with the nomadic peoples of the grasslands since the unification under the First Emperor.
During this period, China faced several near-collapses, plunging into a dark and turbulent era of widespread suffering and death.
The Five Barbarian Invasions!
The humiliation of Jingkang!
The tyranny of the Yuan Dynasty!
The Manchus entered the Central Plains!
The stories of blood and tears are too numerous to recount or unravel, spanning the entire history of China.
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