I will make Qin Shi Huang immortal in the Great Qin Dynasty.

The eastern tour team turned back to Xianyang, and the grand procession traveled westward along the imperial road, with banners obscuring the sun and armored soldiers standing like a forest.

The journey from the sand dunes to Xianyang is not short; at a normal marching speed, it would take at least twenty days.

Ying Zheng did not urge the troops to speed up, even though he was eager to return to Xianyang as soon as possible and have a long talk with the Grand Tutor about the important matters concerning the fate of the nation.

But he also understood that the soldiers in the army needed rest and the horses needed supplies, so there was no need to rush.

Moreover, the Imperial Advisor seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the trip.

Qin Tian only rode in the same carriage with Ying Zheng for one day.

The next morning, when Ying Zheng came out of his tent and was about to board his spacious and comfortable carriage, he saw that Qin Tian had already flown into the air.

His white robes fluttered in the morning breeze, his long hair flew, and he hovered several dozen feet above the ground, looking down at the formation of the entire team.

"Brother Zheng, it's too stuffy in the car, I'll fly for a while." Qin Tian shouted to Ying Zheng below, his voice coming down from above, clear as if speaking right next to his ear.

Ying Zheng looked up at the white figure in the sky, his lips twitched slightly, but he said nothing and got into the carriage alone.

From then on, Qin Tian rarely stayed in the carriage.

He was like a bird released from its cage, flying freely above the long procession.

Sometimes he flies so high that people on the ground can only see a small white dot, moving slowly between the blue sky and white clouds.

Sometimes he flew very low, almost skimming the heads of the soldiers, the wind from his clothes making the banners flutter and eliciting gasps from the soldiers.

Qin Tian was filled with curiosity about everything in the Qin Dynasty.

He had spent twenty years in the mountains, and his understanding of the Qin Dynasty was limited to historical records and the scattered information he had gathered over the past few days.

Now that he has the opportunity to see and touch everything of this era with his own eyes, he naturally won't let this opportunity pass him by.

The first people he observed were the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty.

In later films, television shows, and literary works, people from ancient times are often depicted as shorter than modern people.

But what Qin Tian saw with his own eyes was completely different.

The soldiers of the Great Qin, especially the elite armored warriors, were all tall and strong, with many over 1.8 meters tall.

Qin Tian recalled that many of the terracotta warriors unearthed in later generations were over 1.8 meters tall, and they were one-to-one replicas of the Qin Dynasty soldiers, which was by no means an exaggeration.

These soldiers wore black armor, the plates of which were woven from cowhide and iron plates, layer upon layer, making them look exceptionally imposing.

Their hair was neatly combed into a knot on top of their heads and secured with a wooden hairpin. Some of them also had different colored strips of cloth tied to their hair, which were probably used to distinguish their units.

Qin Tian's gaze swept over the soldiers, from their hair buns to their collars, from their armor to their shoes, taking it all in with great interest.

On one occasion, he landed next to a hundred-man squad. The armored soldiers were resting by the roadside when they saw him descend from the sky, and they all knelt down in a rush.

"Immortal...Immortal..." A young armored soldier knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head, his voice trembling.

Qin Tian waved his hand: "Get up, get up, don't kneel. I didn't come here to watch you kneel."

As he spoke, he walked up to a soldier, squatted down, and carefully examined the bronze sword hanging at the man's waist.

The armored soldier was so frightened that he froze, not daring to breathe. If Qin Tian hadn't told him not to kneel, he would have already prostrated himself on the ground.

"What kind of sword is this?" Qin Tian asked.

"Replying to...replying to the immortal, this is...this is a bronze sword," the armored soldier stammered, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"May I take a look?"

"Immortal... Immortal, please make yourself at home."

Qin Tian drew the bronze sword from its scabbard; the blade gleamed with a bluish-green luster in the sunlight.

He examined the blade closely and found that the bronze smelting technology was quite advanced, the blade was sharp, and there were some fine patterns on it.

He reached out and lightly flicked the blade, producing a crisp hum that echoed in the air for a long time.

Ironware had already appeared in this era, but Qin Tian's observation revealed that the smelting technology for ironware was not yet mature enough. Iron was brittle and easily broken, far less stable and reliable than bronze weapons.

After thousands of years of development, bronze weapons had reached a very high level in terms of both formula and casting technology, and were the mainstream equipment of the Qin army.

He returned the sword to the armored soldier, then went to another soldier to look at his halberd.

The soldier held the halberd with both hands, raised it above his head, and respectfully presented it to Qin Tian.

Qin Tian took the halberd, examined it several times, and even held it in his hand to test it a couple of times. He then realized he wasn't used to this weapon and returned it.

"Do you usually have enough to eat?" Qin Tian suddenly asked a very practical question.

The soldiers looked at each other, none of them daring to speak first.

After a while, one of the bolder soldiers whispered, "Reporting to the Immortal, we are well-fed. His Majesty treats the soldiers well, providing two meals a day, plenty of millet, and meat every month."

"Two meals a day?" Qin Tian repeated.

"Yes. In the army, there are two meals a day, breakfast and dinner. Breakfast is at Chenshi (7-9 AM) and dinner is at Shenshi (3-5 PM)." The soldier spoke fluently, clearly having memorized these rules.

Qin Tian nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He knew that eating two meals a day was a custom in the Qin Dynasty. Ordinary people ate two meals a day, breakfast and dinner, and there was no concept of lunch.

The emperor also ate two meals a day, but his "two meals" were much more lavish than those of ordinary people.

He then turned his attention to the cavalry.

The cavalrymen rode tall, strong horses, which were well-fed and glossy, clearly indicating that they were carefully raised.

But Qin Tian's attention was soon drawn to something else. He strode over to a warhorse and carefully examined the equipment on its back.

There are no stirrups.

It had a saddle, but not the high-bridged saddle with front and rear bridges of later times. It was a simple soft saddle made of leather and felt, placed on the horse's back to make the rider a little more comfortable, but it was far from "fixed".

There were no horseshoes; the horseshoes were just bare calluses, worn directly on the gravel road.

Qin Tian circled the horse twice, taking a clear look at the condition of the saddle and stirrups, and secretly memorized these details.

These seemingly insignificant things can play a huge role on the battlefield.

Stirrups allow cavalrymen to maintain their balance on horseback, fight with both hands wielding weapons, and stabilize themselves during high-speed charges.

The Takahashi saddle secures the rider firmly to the horse's back, preventing them from slipping off during strenuous activity.

Horseshoes protect horses' hooves, allowing warhorses to run long distances on gravel roads without their hooves cracking.

These things, which seem commonplace to later generations, did not yet exist in this era.

Qin Tian kept these things in mind, planning to find an opportunity to talk to Ying Zheng about them later.