124: Chapter 124 Zhang Liang: Zhao Fusu is too terrifying!

Han Qiudao, the Six-Fingered Black Knight, and the others kept running. Even though they knew Zhao Fusu and his men weren't chasing them, they still didn't dare to stop.

The only thing in their minds was the fire-spitting firearm in Zhao Fusu's hands; it was simply too terrifying.

Anyone hit by that firearm was either dead or severely wounded.

This was just too frightening!

Han Qiudao and the Six-Fingered Black Knight's throats were parched, and their faces were incredibly pale.

Their throats felt dry.

They looked as if their souls had left their bodies—or rather, 'disembodied' would be a more fitting description.

Xianyang City

Zhang Liang had been waiting for good news from Han Qiudao and the Six-Fingered Black Knight.

However, instead of good news, the scouts Zhang Liang had secretly arranged to gather information discovered that Zhao Fusu and his party had returned to Xianyang City unharmed.

Following that, a large number of soldiers were mobilized and sent toward Mount Li.

"A failure!"

Zhang Liang was in disbelief.

This time, to kill Zhao Fusu, they had gathered over a hundred assassins.

In terms of numbers, they outnumbered Zhao Fusu's forces by more than tenfold.

They had even brought crossbows to avoid close-quarters combat with Zhao Fusu's group.

Why was Zhao Fusu still unharmed!

Zhang Liang felt such hatred!

From the intelligence gathered, Zhao Fusu's group must have been attacked by their people in Mount Li.

Yet his men hadn't seen Zhao Fusu or his guards being attacked; however, Zhao Fusu and his group had brought back many seriously injured people.

Among these severely wounded individuals were Mohist Disciples as well as assassins from the organization.

Zhang Liang knew that staying in Xianyang City any longer would be dangerous.

He couldn't guarantee that those captured and wounded men wouldn't betray him and reveal his hiding place.

As Zhang Liang was leaving Xianyang City, Zhao Fusu's large-scale troop movement immediately caught the attention of the First Emperor.

"What happened!"

The First Emperor had already returned to Xianyang City after the Summer Plowing ended. He summoned He Zhi and asked with a solemn expression.

For Zhao Fusu to mobilize troops on such a scale, something major must have happened again.

He Zhi knew what the First Emperor wanted to ask and replied, "Young Master Fusu was hunting in Mount Li when he was attacked by a group of assassins."

"Among these assassins, besides the Mohist remnants, there were also Remnants of the State of Han!"

He Zhi hadn't expected the Remnants of the Six States to be so bold. Previously, they had attempted to assassinate the First Emperor at Bolangsha, and now they had even come to Xianyang to assassinate a prince!

"That rebellious son Fusu, he's not hurt, is he?"

Ying Zheng grabbed He Zhi's arm and asked with immense concern.

In Ying Zheng's view, Zhao Fusu was the one who could suppress the counterattacks of the Remnants of the Six States.

If anything happened to Zhao Fusu, then his Great Qin Empire would head toward destruction, just like in the dream.

Their Qin State's nearly seven-hundred-year foundation would also be ruined!

"Young Master Fusu is fine."

He Zhi said with quite a bit of shock, "Young Master Fusu killed thirty assassins and severely wounded ten by himself!"

"What did you say?"

Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at He Zhi as if he were an idiot.

"Listen to yourself, what are you saying!"

Ying Zheng's face was full of suspicion.

His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, glared unkindly at He Zhi as he barked, "Do you take me for a fool?"

"That rebellious son Fusu alone killed thirty assassins and wounded ten. Doesn't that mean he single-handedly caused forty casualties among the assassins?"

"How is that possible!"

Ying Zheng shook his head, refusing to believe it.

This challenged his understanding too much.

In Ying Zheng's mind, Fusu should be an elegant young master. To say Fusu was 'as beautiful as jade, a peerless gentleman' wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Now, the contrast was just too strong.

Zhao Fusu alone caused forty casualties among the assassins.

Ying Zheng would rather believe his most loyal subordinate was lying to him than believe Zhao Fusu was so valiant.

"This subordinate would not dare deceive His Majesty the First Emperor!"

He Zhi fell to his knees on the ground.

This news was something he had verified through multiple sources; he was certain it wasn't nonsense.

He said in a strange tone, "It is said that Young Master Fusu has created a new weapon."

"Once the trigger is pulled, that weapon erupts with a thunderous roar. Anyone hit by it is either dead or severely wounded!"

"Oh!"

Ying Zheng's interest was instantly piqued.

"Can you get this new weapon for me?"

"I cannot."

He Zhi said, "This weapon has only just been created. Currently, only Young Master Fusu has it."

"Fine, I understand."

Ying Zheng dismissed He Zhi.

With his hands behind his back, he couldn't help but nod. "Fusu, you've given me another surprise!"

"Sometimes, I really wonder if you are still Fusu?"

Ying Zheng had such thoughts because the difference between Zhao Fusu's personality and the original Young Master Fusu's was too great.

Many of the things Zhao Fusu had done were things the original Fusu would never have done.

The various industrial products also made Ying Zheng doubt Zhao Fusu's identity.

"I still hope you can change Great Qin!"

Ultimately, Ying Zheng didn't say anything more.

He didn't understand many of Zhao Fusu's actions.

But it had to be said that the paper, newspapers, steam thresher, and steam rotary tiller Zhao Fusu produced were changing Great Qin.

After leaving Xianyang City, Zhang Liang had people inquire about the details of the battle at the Daiding Temple on Mount Li.

By chance, he encountered a Mohist disciple who had narrowly escaped.

The man was disheveled, and his clothes were covered in tears and holes.

His face was filled with panic.

He couldn't forget the image of his companion's face exploding after being hit by a bullet.

Zhang Liang kept comforting him until the Mohist disciple's emotions had completely stabilized. Only then did Zhang Liang ask about the details of the battle at the Daiding Temple on Mount Li.

"You're saying Fusu held a firearm, and every time the fire flashed, there was a sound like a great thunderclap, and then someone was killed!"

This was the first time Zhang Liang had heard of such a terrifying weapon.

"It can even fire continuously?"

A crossbow fires one bolt at a time, but the firearm in Zhao Fusu's hand could fire continuously!

Zhang Liang's face was full of disbelief.

Last time, their Bronze Swords were inferior to Zhao Fusu's steel sabers.

This time, their crossbows were completely defeated by Zhao Fusu's firearm.

Last time, over a hundred Yanzhao Righteous Warriors ganged up on the Shadow Guards, but they were instead overturned by the Shadow Guards who won despite being outnumbered.

Zhang Liang had originally thought that by relying on crossbows and their numbers far exceeding Zhao Fusu's guards, they could turn Zhao Fusu into a pincushion.

He never expected that the situation this time would be far worse than the last.

They had ten times the numbers of Zhao Fusu, yet they were the ones crushed by him.

This Zhao Fusu is too terrifying!