A Hundred Machines Boil and Steam, Building an Empire; Chen Ji's Astonished Gaze Opens a Grand Blueprint

The iron wheels of the Rail-Car scraped against the tracks with one final CLANG, then came to a steady stop at the starting point.

Ying Zheng pushed open the door. His body swayed slightly the moment his feet touched the ground, but he immediately regained his balance.

He gazed at the chimney at the front of the car, still hissing steam. The chill of the carriage's iron plating lingered at his fingertips, while the light in his eyes shone brighter than the sun.

A journey of barely one incense stick's time had shown him a vision he had never imagined: steel beasts racing a thousand miles, provisions and military supplies dispatched at dawn and arriving by dusk, the territories of the six states all beneath the wheels.

"Minister Zhao,"

He drew a deep breath, unable to suppress the surging excitement in his voice. "This must be promoted as quickly as possible. If Rail-Cars can run throughout Qin State—east to Linzi, west to Xianyang, south to Shouchun, north to Ji City—then why should we fear that the realm cannot be pacified?"

Qin Guli's heart pounded wildly at those words, and the wrench in his hand nearly fell to the ground.

The King of Qin had personally said, "promoted as quickly as possible." That meant the Mohist School's steamcraft would receive the full support of Qin State—coal, iron mines, craftsmen, provisions...

Resources they had never even dared dream of would soon be within arm's reach.

He quietly wiped the soot from his face, but he could not hide the smile curling at his lips.

Zhao Cheng merely waved a hand. "Your Majesty, aside from the Rail-Car, the Mohist disciples have made a few other things that are worth seeing."

Expectation immediately flared in Ying Zheng's eyes. He nodded. "Good. I shall have