144: Chapter 144 The First Emperor Wants to Meet with Zhao Fusu, He Zhi's Worries!

They recalled the series of earth-shattering explosions, which were like claps of thunder, far too terrifying.

If they were shot with one of those, they felt they would be instantly struck dead on the spot.

The face of the Young Lord of Han Land was deathly pale.

Not just him; all the Nobles of the Six Lands were the same.

Zhao Fusu's performance of this 'Human-Pig War' and having them sit in the best viewing spot had an incredibly clear purpose: to intimidate them.

They could return to their ancestral lands or form rebel armies.

But they also had to be prepared to be blasted to death, just like those ten thousand black pigs.

The bodies and minds of all the Nobles of the Six Lands were chilled to the bone.

The terrifying roar of the striker shotguns had shattered their ambitions.

On the hillside, the First Emperor's heart was so shaken that his legs gave way, and he slumped down onto a mountain rock.

He Zhi looked toward the First Emperor.

"I'm tired of standing and just want to sit for a while."

Zhao Zheng said with a serious face.

He suddenly didn't dare call Zhao Fusu a rebellious son anymore.

He was afraid Zhao Fusu would use those firearms to blast him.

The striker shotguns were too terrifying; now, even he lacked the confidence to resist Zhao Fusu.

This fellow held the absolute truth in his hands!

Even he, the Eternal Emperor, could only act according to the rules set by Zhao Fusu.

However, Zhao Zheng's heart was still unwilling.

He only wanted to fake his death, not truly hand over power.

Zhao Fusu's appearance had shattered all his plans.

First, his military power was seized, leaving him, the First Emperor, unable to mobilize Great Qin's army; now, Zhao Fusu possessed such terrifying firearms.

Zhao Zheng felt that even if he wanted to rebel, he would only be blasted to death by those firearms.

Rebel?

At the mention of rebellion, Zhao Zheng felt a strange sensation in his heart.

Currently, Zhao Fusu was the one governing Great Qin.

Rebelling against Zhao Fusu was the same as rebelling against Great Qin.

He, the dignified founder of the Great Qin Empire, was going to rebel against Great Qin.

Zhao Zheng felt that if he were to say this out loud, it would be a bizarre tale.

"Sigh!"

Zhao Zheng suddenly felt a bit melancholy.

He wanted his descendants to be capable, but this descendant was too capable, leaving him, the old father, with no place to stand.

This feeling truly made him feel miserable!

"He Zhi."

Zhao Zheng looked at He Zhi and asked, "Can we get hold of those firearms?"

"And could we replicate them?"

He Zhi smiled bitterly and said, "I heard that Young Lord Fusu has marked a number on every firearm."

"To those soldiers, the firearms are their second lives."

"Unless the soldiers are killed, it's impossible to take the firearms from them!"

"And..."

He Zhi's expression became extremely solemn.

"What is it?"

Seeing him speak so heavily, Zhao Zheng also had a bad premonition.

"Young Lord Fusu has established his own Black Ice Platform, and its power is expanding at a terrifying speed."

"Now, Young Lord Fusu has already detected the existence of our Black Ice Platform in Xianyang City."

The Black Ice Platform was a secret unit that only served the First Emperor; not many people knew about it.

Fusu didn't know the First Emperor had a Black Ice Platform, and Zhao Fusu didn't know the First Emperor had a Black Ice Platform.

"It seems our exposure is only a matter of time."

Zhao Zheng sighed and said, "Once the military parade is over, I want to meet with him."

"What!"

"You must not, Your Majesty!"

When He Zhi heard the First Emperor say this, he immediately tried to stop him.

After seeing the terrifying killing power of the striker shotguns, even though he commanded over ten thousand Shadow Guards, he had no way to protect the First Emperor.

If the First Emperor met with Zhao Fusu and Zhao Fusu committed parricide to seize the throne by killing the First Emperor, what would they do?

In the struggle for power, there is no room for family affection!

Hadn't the First Emperor himself come up this way? Chengjiao was his brother, yet he was still sentenced to death by him.

Now that the First Emperor was officially dead, having him remain dead was the best situation for the world and the civil and military officials.

Currently, the court's officials and the nobles of the Qin Region all supported Zhao Fusu.

He heard that the nobles of the Qin Region had sold their grain to Zhao Fusu and made a vast amount of money.

Zhao Fusu was their great benefactor.

If the First Emperor were to return to power, it would harm the interests of all the nobles in the Qin Region.

If the First Emperor had the intention to reclaim power, none of the Qin Region's nobles would acknowledge him as the real First Emperor.

He Zhi also felt a bit of pity for the First Emperor.

This time, the First Emperor's fake death was a gamble that went too far; he had successfully played himself out of existence.

"You fear Fusu will kill me?"

Zhao Zheng regained his overbearing aura as the First Emperor.

"He won't kill me."

"On the contrary, I have questions to ask him."

"If he can answer my questions well, then it wouldn't hurt for me to truly be 'dead'!"

He Zhi's heart jolted.

He understood that if Zhao Fusu could answer the First Emperor's questions, the First Emperor was willing to completely relinquish power.

He Zhi shook his head; he couldn't imagine what words Zhao Fusu could use to make the First Emperor willing to let go of power.

If the First Emperor was unwilling to let go of power, would Zhao Fusu commit patricide?

On the third day of the parade, a massive number of commoners gathered outside Xianyang City.

After the previous two days of parade performances, everyone was incredibly excited for the third day's bombardment demonstration.

Under the guidance of the soldiers maintaining order, they arrived at the viewing areas specifically designated for them.

The First Emperor, He Zhi, Xiang Liang, and Xiang Yu also mingled in the crowd and arrived at the viewing area.

Standing halfway up the mountain, they watched the distant artillerymen burying gasoline drums into the soil one by one.

"Everyone, please come this way."

The Young Lord of Han Land and the other nobles were led by Deputy General Pang himself to their exclusive viewing stand.

This was a circular trench.

They had to jump inside and watch the bombardment demonstration from within the trench.

They were only a hundred meters away from the artillerymen and no more than three hundred meters from that small city fortification.

Zhao Fusu had intentionally arranged for them to be so close so they could experience the terror of the explosive pack firsthand.

No matter how terrifying the explosive pack were described, it was never as effective as personally feeling their power.

It was just like Emperor Huizong of Song and Qin Hui; in their youth, they were both staunch members of the anti-Jin camp.

But after leading their armies and being beaten so badly by the Jin Army that they barely escaped, they became terrified of the Jin.

Zhao Fusu learned from the National Security Bureau agents planted near the Nobles of the Six Lands that after yesterday's slaughter of ten thousand black pigs by the three thousand Iron Pagoda using striker shotguns, they couldn't even eat their meals.

But that wasn't enough; Zhao Fusu wanted them to personally experience the power of the explosive pack detonating.

He wanted to leave an indelible shadow of thermal weapons in the hearts of these Nobles of the Six Lands!