Iron Fights Stir Waves, Watering Fields; Many Eyes Astonished, Breaking Bewildered Hearts

Lecheng beside her tightened his grip on his sword. "Senior Sister, what if..."

Yun Miao pressed down on his hand, her eyes fixed fiercely on the field's edge. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Wait. Let's first see what this contraption truly is!"

Zhao Cheng, seated on horseback, merely swept a glance over Wang Bo in the mud pit, then glanced at the brocade-clad man beyond the crowd, who was quietly shrinking backward.

These past days in Wu'an City, he had been busy overseeing the construction of machinery and had truly forgotten about these worms burrowing through the land.

His fingertips tapped lightly against the saddle as his gaze returned to the withered yellow farmland.

Once the Field Irrigation Machine's water had flowed through and the true tillers had tasted its sweetness, he could slowly clear out these things that clung to the land and sucked its blood.

He raised a hand and said to the Mohist Official operating the Field Irrigation Machine, "Begin."

The Mohist Official answered and turned the steering wheel.

The iron wheels of the Field Irrigation Machine began turning once more, but instead of heading into the fields, it slowly moved along the edge of the ridge toward a tributary of the Ming River.

The laborers had just dug a shallow pit there, perfectly deep enough for the Field Irrigation Machine's chain buckets to reach into the water.

Seeing this, Wang Bo in the mud pit froze for a moment. "You weren't going to destroy the fields... This subordinate misunderstood you, my lord. This subordinate deserves death!"

Yet this time, his gaze unconsciously drifted beyond the crowd again, only to discover that the brocade-clad man had already vanished without a trace.

Zhao Cheng reined in his horse and watched the steel behemoth about to enter the water.