Fanwu's Desperate Straits, Li Xin Tells the Truth!

Zhao Cheng asked again, "Having witnessed this power, how do you think it should be utilized?"

Qin Guli immediately lowered his head in deep thought, the Mechanism Arts he had studied his entire life flashing through his mind.

Finally, a structure consisting of a cylinder and a piston appeared in his thoughts.

"If we were to use a bamboo tube like those for drawing water, making it airtight so that this steam is compressed within the cylinder before being released, the power could naturally be harnessed."

"But bamboo would certainly not suffice; the material is too fragile. It must be made of Hundred-Refined steel."

"Furthermore, this piston would need to be sufficiently precise to hold back the steam, otherwise, the force would simply leak out..."

He seemed to have grasped some earth-shattering secret; his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he became indescribably exhilarated.

He suddenly looked up, wanting to describe his vision to Zhao Cheng and verify it, only to find that Zhao Cheng had already stood up and was heading outside.

"Sir, where are you going?"

Zhao Cheng waved his hand. "I have urgent matters to attend to. During this time, you may lead those Mohist disciples to research this iron cylinder and piston..."

He had calculated through astrology that on the northern battlefield, Li Xin was trapped in a desperate situation, and his entire division was in danger.

Thus, he mustered ten thousand elites of the Blood-Clad Army and galloped out, heading straight for the besieged northern city!

After all, Li Xin had proactively sent him elites in the past; with that favor standing, he could not stand by and watch him die.

Moreover, he hadn't killed many people during this surprise attack on Handan.

The enemy forces surrounding Li Xin were nothing but rolling military merits