boom! boom! boom!
The violent explosion attracted the attention of all the players in Yancheng. Some players who were discussing the Dao in the Dao field heard the horrifying explosion and immediately turned their heads to look in the direction of the explosion.

"what's going on?"

"There's an enemy attack? Is there an enemy attack?"

"My Giao? Could it be that someone broke into Yancheng?"

"That direction is the Mohist Camp. Could it be that Boss He Ao is doing some research?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the Mohist Camp, and a few curious players trotted over to the Mohist Camp to watch the fun.

It is Chinese people's nature to watch the excitement. At this moment, there are more than 1300 players in Yancheng. After the horrific explosion in Mojia Camp, dozens of bored players have been gathering here.

The Mohist camp exploded!

The Mohist Camp, which was built with rough bluestone, became a ruin. Looking at the collapsed houses and the messy Mohist Camp in front of him, Chu Zhongxing's face was full of black lines.

Damn He Ao, I asked you to study Mohist mechanical techniques, but you blew up my Mohist camp?
Damn it, there are still my books in the hall!

Chu Zhongxing was very depressed. Although he had made backups of the books in the hall, it didn't matter even if they were destroyed.

But whose books are really meant to be read? Aren’t they just for decoration?
This He Ao directly blew up the Mohist Camp that he had worked so hard to command the players to build, and also blew up his own books.

"He Ao, where is He Ao?"

Chu Zhongxing asked the players around him with a dark face, and all the players around him had gloating expressions on their faces.

"Report to the commander, I just saw He Ao next to the resurrection pool!"

"Coach, He Ao blew up this place, you must punish him severely!"

"What did He Ao do? He blew up the Mohist Camp that we worked so hard to build!"

"Are all Mohist disciples so fearful?"

"He Ao should say: Do you know what art is?"

The chattering of the players around him was so noisy that it gave Chu Zhongxing a headache. He looked at the dozens of players around him who were watching the fun and always felt that they were too idle.

"People can't just sit there idle. It seems that Yancheng has too few missions, so they have time to watch the fun."

"Fuck, so many people?"

"What are you all doing here? Have you completed all the tasks? Have you completed all the job changes? Now one [casting] costs more than ten yuan. If you don't hurry up and complete the tasks, you will have to cast them. Why are you wasting your time here!"

He Ao's voice came from behind. Looking at a group of people surrounding the Mohist Camp, He Ao's old face turned red and he couldn't help but drive the players away.

Damn, this is so embarrassing. Why does one have to watch one's own failure?

Can't you wait until I create a Mohist mechanism before you come and watch?

"He Ao, what's going on?"

Seeing He Ao coming over, Chu Zhongxing asked He Ao with a dark face. He Ao immediately shrank his head and said in a very low voice: "Isn't art about explosion?"

"what?"

Chu Zhongxing really wanted to kick He Ao. You think your art is explosive? Do you think you are Deidara?

"It exploded when drawing the spirit array pattern."

"Can a small spiritual array pattern blow up the entire Mohist camp like this?" Chu Zhongxing didn't believe the nonsense that He Ao said. Let alone a small spiritual array pattern, even if you, He Ao, used all your strength to destroy it, you couldn't make it like this.

"Coach, it's true."

He Ao gestured and explained the reason: "Coach, you asked me to create a Mohist mechanical device to break through the defense line. Based on my previous understanding of Beiting, I found it difficult to create a Mohist mechanical device that can directly break through the defense line."

"In the end, I took an unconventional approach and thought about using people to break through the defense."

At this point, He Ao suddenly became excited: "My idea is, since I can't create a powerful Mohist mechanical technique to directly break through the defense line, why not put people first and send them to the other side of the defense line.

I took the umbrella as a reference. Um, I took the wooden kite as a reference, which is a flying mechanism. Finally, I decided to make a Mohist mechanism that can drop people from the sky to the other side of the defense line. "

"I named this mechanical technique Ink Attack: Skyfall."

At this point, He Ao paused and asked a soul-searching question: "Coach, it seems that you can't fly!"

fly?
Indeed, Chu Zhongxing has been in this world for eight or nine months, and has never seen anyone in this world fly.

Even Guo Xiaoding, who governed the country, could not fly in the sky. He could defeat a thousand enemies alone by riding a warhorse.

Chu Zhongxing was not sure whether the people in this world could fly. Logically speaking, the destructive power of the people in the fantasy world was so great that they should be able to fly.

Maybe it's because I'm not strong enough.

Flying into the sky is not possible in the realm of ruling a country, but perhaps it is possible in the realm of pacifying the world!

"Can't fly yet."

As soon as Chu Zhongxing finished speaking, He Ao snapped his fingers and said, "I also found that no one can fly, so I thought of the Mo family mechanical technique of Mo Attack: Skyfall."

He Ao began to explain the function of the Mohist mechanical technique, Mo Attack: Skyfall. After he finished explaining, Chu Zhongxing still didn't say anything, and the players on the scene immediately looked down on him.

"Mo Gong·Skyfall, you are so boastful, I thought it was some amazing mechanical device of the Mohist school, but it turns out to be an evolved version of a catapult!"

"Human-shaped cannon? Using people as cannonballs and launching them into the sky?"

"Hiss, He Ao, your mechanical tricks have shattered my impression of you as a big shot!"

"The principle of the airplane is not difficult. It mainly involves aerodynamics and aeromechanics, based on Bernoulli's theorem."

The greater the number of players, the greater the talent.

He Ao had just talked about the Mohist mechanical technique he designed when he was laughed at by the players. The Mo Attack: Skyfall he mentioned was to use people as cannonballs and send them to the opposite side.

This mechanical art made even laymen laugh out loud, not to mention some craft masters or players engaged in the machinery manufacturing industry.

"Fuck, you guys don't know shit. There's no lathe here, no handy equipment, everything is done by hand, you rub a plane for me by hand."

He Ao became unhappy when he heard the players laughing at him.

Do you think I don’t know that this thing is not powerful?
"Besides, the coach asked us to make preparations in a short time and prepare to go south. Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you."

He Ao was about to say that the commander was preparing to lead his troops south to the Imperial Shang Dynasty, but as soon as he said this, he immediately shut his mouth.

This is a big plot, and now he is the only one who knows about it in the entire game.

This matter can be used to whet people's appetite in the forum, and little by little, water posts will tell everyone about the competition for the forum's hot king. There are still three days before the forum's hot king selection, and he He Ao still has a chance to struggle. (End of this chapter)