Fusu was wearing only close-fitting clothes and rushed out of his tent.

With the bonfire, you can see a black shadow, surrounded by dozens of soldiers, breaking through the left and right.

The figure was thin and short, and its movements were very agile and flexible, like a monkey surrounded by a herd of cattle. Several soldiers were already injured by the flexibly attack of the figure.

"Is this Daqin the martial arts world version?"

Seeing this black shadow, it was able to injure others under the siege of dozens of soldiers, which made Fusu secretly complain in his heart.

It would be fine if Xiang Yu was so terrible before, but he was the famous Chu King in history.

To be honest, Fusu feels a little dreamy until now, just a few dozen soldiers and a flintlock rifle that can kill Xiang Yu!

But, another unknown assassin is so powerful?

Is it the norm in this world that personal force is so strong?

Fusu really has reason to doubt whether the Qin Dynasty he traveled through time was a historical version or a martial arts version!

Not to mention how Fusu complained, after fighting for about two minutes, seven or eight soldiers were injured, he finally subdued the figure.

The figure was tied up by a rope and was then taken to Fusu.

Fusu still had a flintlock rifle in his hand, without any desire to relax!

Since I suspect that this is the martial arts version of Daqin, Fusu still remembers the situation where many masters of martial arts film and television dramas in their previous lives, their internal strength burst out, breaking the rope, or even the iron chains.

So, holding the gun in your hand makes you feel more or less secure.

"Is that the weapon you shot Xiang Yu?"

Before Fusu could speak, the figure who was pressed to kneel in front of Fusu spoke, saying to Fusu, his voice clear.

"Yeah? Female?"

Hearing this sound, Fusu looked carefully. Sure enough, the assassin was wearing a night-mounted dress and his figure was short because she was a woman. Judging from her appearance, she seemed to be around twenty years old and had a pretty appearance.

"Female assassin? Who are you? Why did you come to assassinate me in the middle of the night?" Fusu asked staring at the woman in front of him.

"I didn't say it was to assassinate you." The woman shook her head and said.

"Then why are you here?" Fusu asked.

"For it!" The woman thrust at the flintlock rifle in Fusu's hand.

"Do you recognize it?" Fusu became even more surprised. Logically, no one in the world except himself should be able to recognize it, right?

"I don't recognize it!" the woman shook her head calmly.

Fusu: "..."

Don't recognize it, you attacked the military camp at night for it?

"I have met Xiang Yu twice and fought with each other. I know Xiang Yu's power very well. I heard that he was defeated by a strange machine weapon the size of a palm, so I came to see it!" Seeing Fusu's face, the woman could guess what Fusu was thinking and explained.

"It's because of this?" Fusu looked at the woman with some doubts.

"Just for this!" the woman nodded and said.

"The night view on the roof of the Qilin Hall of Xianyang Palace is very beautiful. Why don't you go to Xianyang Palace to see the beautiful scenery?" Fusu complained casually.

"Is that so? Then I have time, I want to go and have a look!" The woman nodded seriously and thoughtfully.

Well, if you look at it this way, this woman either pretends to be crazy and confuses the public.

Either it’s true IQ, or to be more precise, there is a problem with emotional intelligence!

"Come on, take her down and interrogate her!"

After thinking about it, it would be better to leave the professional matters to professionals, and Fusu waved his hand.

The military camp has its own tricks to deal with spies in all aspects, which is more efficient than asking casually!

"etc!"

Listening to Fusu taking him down, the woman spoke and said, "You have captured the Japanese girl now, and you will be killed or cut. But can you show me your weapon? Otherwise, I will not be willing to die!"

"At this time, I still want to see my flintlock rifle?"

When Fusu heard this, he really believed that this woman might have a problem with emotional intelligence, so she came to take a look at the flintlock rifle and attack the military camp at night.

"Okay, if you want to see it, let's let you see it!" After thinking for a while, Fusu sent out another flintlock rifle without good ammunition.

The soldiers next to them pressed their weapons against the woman's neck and loosened the rope on the woman's body.

The woman put on the weapon and ignored it, but just lowered her head and fiddled with the flintlock rifle curiously.

In this way, after watching for about a few minutes, he said, "Can you let me see the producer?"

"You can just say it, just a look!" Fusu replied.

"The technique of making this is the technique of our Mohist school, which is very exquisite. I want to see who actually has such wonderful ideas..."

"Mo family?" Fusu's heart moved slightly.

This woman is from the Mo family? In all aspects of the Mo family's mechanism, is it the best in the world in this era?

If we say, in this era, who are the most like scientists, it is the Mohist school!

Moreover, from the woman's words, is Lao Zhao also from the Mo family? No wonder his craftsmanship is so good.

"Come, go and invite Lao Zhao!" After thinking for a while, Fusu ordered, and asked someone to invite Lao Zhao.

"By the way, girl, what do you call me?" Fusu asked in a chat while the old Zhao head had not arrived yet.

"Zhao Rouer!" the woman replied.

"Your personality doesn't match your name!" Fusu complained.

"I didn't call this before, but later, my third grandfather thought he should change my name and wanted me to be gentler!" Zhao Rouer answered very frankly.

"It seems that changing the name is useless!" Fusu secretly complained in his heart.

"By the way, you just said that you have met Xiang Yu and fought with him? What's the outcome?" Fusu asked again.

"Xiang Yu is extremely powerful, but he can't catch me, so he won't decide the winner!" The woman still answered frankly.

"So, is the high-agile assassin?" Fusu nodded secretly when he thought that dozens of soldiers had just taken her a while to catch her.

...

On the other hand, the craftsmanship department.

"It's midnight, why are you looking for me?" This is the first time that Fusu is looking for me in the middle of the night. Old Zhao walked towards the camp and asked the soldiers beside him.

"There is a woman tonight..." I also knew the weight of the old Zhao head in Fusu's heart, so the soldier explained the matter in a simplified manner.

"A woman? She has high martial arts skills?"

"I claim to be a Mo family? I can see that my method of making a flintlock rifle is from the Mo family?"

"Just just to see the flintlock rifle and do something to attack the military camp at night?"

"This, it's her..."

After hearing the soldier's explanation, Lao Zhao combined these clues and a guess emerged in his heart.
Chapter completed!