The steam locomotive spewed white mist from both sides, like a monster's breath, while the whistle above its head shrieked like the monster's roar.
Huff, huff, huff, huff—
High-pressure steam drove the piston back and forth, the steel wheels rolled, and the locomotive smoothly emerged from the workshop.
The slaves were dumbfounded. They had never dared imagine that such a monster could exist in the world.
"Is this... a vehicle?" someone asked stupidly, staring at the purely metal locomotive.
"It should be, right? Look at this thing. It has wheels, and they're exactly as wide as the two iron rods they laid down. So this road must have been made specifically for this thing to run on, right?" His companion beside him also stared at the wheels, which were perfectly caught on the tracks.
"Look at the back of this vehicle! Isn't that coal we dug out? So this vehicle is specially used to haul coal?" another person guessed while looking at the locomotive before him.
"Why are all of you only thinking about that? Aren't you curious how this thing moves forward without cattle or horses pulling it, and without people pushing it?"
However, everyone around them shook their heads. It wasn't that they weren't curious or didn't want to know. Rather, they naturally believed that no matter what incredible thing the Han Tribe produced, it was perfectly normal. What was there to find strange?
It was like the Han Tribe's great sailing ships. As long as a piece of cloth was hung up, the wind could blow them along. Before they had seen it with their own eyes, who would have believed it?
It was like the weapons the Han Tribe had used when they were captured, the ones that could fire iron balls several miles. If they