A large part of the ritual system of Daqin is very similar to the Zhou rites, according to the ritual system, after receiving the holy decree, Fusu should quickly return to Xianyang to accept the canonization ceremony of the crown prince. But Fusu sent a letter to the first emperor, hoping to let him stay in the prime minister for disaster relief. Xia Xiang is the most severely affected place in the six counties of Daqin, and it is also the place with the lowest sense of belonging to Daqin. Now is the critical moment of disaster relief, and Fusu believes that the disaster relief matter is greater than his prince's canonization of the palace.

Xianyang City, Afang Palace.

"Do you know what Fusu's book says, he said that water can carry boats and overturn boats, the people are the water of the king, and the grain is the water of the people. The prince shall not be canonized for a day, and the people shall not be without food for a day. ”

"My son Fusu has such a pure heart, why worry that my Great Qin will not prosper." The first emperor read the book of Fu Su, and Lang Lang said.

"Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty." The ministers echoed in unison.

Xianyang City, Wangyi Palace is dark. Since Feng Qujian hanged himself and Zhao Gao was demoted to a commoner, Hu Hai locked himself in the palace, and even the food was sent by the little eunuchs in the palace every day. Before Zhao Gao was arrested, he left him a word, or this was a big disrespectful word.

"As long as Your Majesty is alive for one day, we will not be able to set off the storm. Stay up, you have to stay up in grievances. Only by living can there be hope, and we will be able to survive him. ”

"Da, da, da."

The little eunuch who delivered the food pushed open the door, and the long-lost sunlight pierced Hu Hai's eyes. Hu Hai sat on a futon and raised his hand to block the sunlight that pierced in.

"How is Concubine Feng's mood?" Hu Hai's eyes were deep, and he asked in a hoarse voice.

Although Concubine Feng is Feng Quji's daughter, she is also Hu Hai's wife after all, and Feng Quji's matter did not involve her. It's just that when I heard the news of my father's death, my mood as a daughter was naturally not better.

"I'm better, I've been able to eat some food these days." The little eunuch replied.

Hu Hai sat there silently, his heart was uneasy, as if he wanted to ask some questions, but he didn't seem to dare to ask. After a long time, Hu Hai seemed to have made up his mind, and he asked with a trembling voice: "Count the days, Fusu should be back, right?" ”

"The eldest prince did not come back, he wrote to His Majesty that he would focus on disaster relief, and I heard that His Majesty still exaggerated the child's pure heart in the court." The little eunuch thought about it and told the rumors in the Heavenly Palace these days.

Hu Hai sat upright, his eyes were full of gloom, and after a long time, he asked, "Do you say that Fusu really doesn't want to be the prince?" ”

The little eunuch knelt on the ground, not daring to say anything. Although he is the person next to Hu Hai, it stands to reason that he should help Hu Hai speak. But he really didn't dare to arrange such a thing as a prince.

"Alright, you can go down." Hu Hai waved his hand and motioned for the little eunuch to go out.

"Fusu, I'd like to see how long you can fit." Hu Hai's eyes flashed with a deep cold light, and he seemed to have matured a lot in just a few days.

The Xianyang in spring is very comfortable, and Li Chen is leisurely wandering around the city. Now Daqin's internal worries have been eliminated, and the political enemies in the court have also been cleaned up. As the saying goes, the outside must first be inside, and now the inside of Daqin has changed from a spread of five fingers to a clenched fist, and then it is the era of rapid development and expansion of Daqin.

Shimen Mountain, Shenwu Military Academy.

Wang Li's Shenji battalion is training, and now the output of Xianyang in the military factory has been greatly increased, and the spearmen of Wang Li's battalion have naturally obtained real guns.

"In a group of fifty, shoot with a platoon."

Wang Li shouted, and the team immediately changed in an orderly manner, and the originally neatly arranged phalanx quickly turned into a firing queue of fifty people. When everyone raised their guns, their eyes were as focused as eagles.

"Put." Wang Li roared.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang."

The Xianyang-made magazine can only hold five rounds, and after pulling the bolt five times, it needs to enter a reload time of about five seconds. Immediately after the first round of shooting, the soldiers began to quickly load their ammunition.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang."

As soon as the soldiers loaded their ammunition, they entered another salvo. The wooden figure that was used as a target in front of it has been shot into a hedgehog.

"Master Hou, with the musket, what is the point of us practicing martial arts." On the sidelines of the school, Zhao Que looked at the scene of the musket salvo in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

"The future wars of Great Qin will not be fought by personal bravery, but by national strength and financial strength in future wars. It takes more than ten years for a soldier to be born to join the army, and if nothing else, he should live for a few decades. But war, war can take a life in a split second. If we can replace a human life with a cannonball, a bullet, then why should soldiers fight with blood and flesh? Li Chen said.

"Get on the bayonet."

"Rush."

At this time, the soldiers on the school field also switched from shooting training to assassination training. The bayonet fight was different from the weapon training in the Great Qin army, and the bayonet fight was very simple to say. One advance and two retreats, three up and four down. Both thrust, stab left, stab right, stab down, anti-left stab, anti-right stab and deception stab and a few other tricks.

"Kill."

"Kill."

"Kill."

Almost all of the Qin army have a foundation in martial arts, and they naturally accept these simple moves one by one. The more they practiced, the more they felt that there was a great deal of energy in these simple moves, and the soldiers held their spears and stabbed towards the dummy.

The neat and uniform movements are much more beautiful than the spiritual guy who drew dragons in the bar in his previous life, Li Chen looked at these soldiers under his command, and felt that he was a little faster when Daqin's black dragon flag was planted all over the world.

"How can such a soldier lose, with such a soldier, Daqin will definitely not lose." Li Chen stood in the corner and looked at the soldiers who were training, and the pride in his heart seemed to surge.

It is conceivable that although the cavalry on the grassland is very powerful, when facing the Shenji battalion, the first shot of the platoon guns can bring great lethality to the cavalry. Even when the cavalry rushed closer, the soldiers with bayonets were not defenseless.

"Master Hou, such a soldier is a bit small in a battalion." Zhao Que looked at the soldiers in the school yard and said.

"Do you know how much it costs to raise a battalion of soldiers? The bullets they fired today, they were not just bullets, they were silver for nothing. If we want to raise more spearmen, we have to find a way to make more money. Otherwise, if we don't talk about anything else, if the logistics can't keep up, we won't have to fight this battle. Li Chen sighed and said.

Now the Xianyang production of the military factory has been raised, but Li Chen has not dared to expand the Shenji Battalion, bullets are different from arrows, bullets are consumables. Modern warfare is about money, and it is money spent in vain. If you want to form more modern armies, you need Daqin to become more prosperous and powerful.