Pang Juan held two iron balls in his arms, just like the landmine stealing aunt who quietly entered the village with a flower turban on her head, walked carefully to the watchtower.

According to Bai Dong's instructions, he stretched his arms flat in the air, holding an iron ball in one hand, and then roared downward: "It's ready!"

"Dangdangdang!"

There were three sounds of gongs below. When the last few gongs rang, Pang Juan let go of his hands at the same time, and two iron balls, flying stars, fell from the sky like moon-by-moon. When they fell to the ground, there was only a "punch" sound!

Two iron balls of different weights fell from the air and landed at the same time exactly at the same time. There was only one sound that hit the ground!

"How is that possible!"

There is no myopia in this era. Including Bai Dong, there are ones that count on each one, and each of them has 2.o upward vision. Everyone saw it real. Pang Juan let go of his hands at the same time, and the two iron balls fell down at the same time, and even fell to the ground at the same time! Pang Juan rubbed his eyes and looked at his hands. If it weren't for the iron ball he threw down himself, he would have suspected that the person responsible for throwing the ball had done his tricks. What's the reason? The two iron balls obviously weighed differently, so why did they land at the same time? This experimental result completely broke his cognition and made him suspect that this was a dream. Yes, it must be in a dream!

Ying Si jumped three feet high excitedly: "It's the Taifu who won!"

Aristotle's mouth was already very big, and now he was even more grinning directly into his ears. He waved his arms and screamed, but he couldn't say a word. He rushed to the two iron balls like a madman, picked up this one and then picked up that one to see. Is there any problem with the iron ball?

Putting down the iron ball, Aristotle widened his eyes to observe the ground, and finally even raised his butt and lay on the ground to feel it. But the ground was really flat? A craftsman walked up to him very resentful, took out the Luban ruler and ink line, and then extended it hard in front of him. It was simply outrageous. Bai Zi ordered it yesterday. Theirs had been busy all night to ensure that the ground was flat enough. This Greek Russian dared to question it? This was the biggest insult to the loss of the public!

After confirming that there was no problem with the iron ball and the ground, Aristotle looked at Pang Juan on the watchtower with deep questions. His theory was absolutely impossible to have problems. Where did the Chinese do anything? This "General" is very questionable!

Although he could see clearly just now that the general let go of his left and right hands at the same time, after all, he looked up from the lower direction, and his eyes might deceive him!

Aristotle is now like an obsessive-compulsive disorder patient, and anyone will doubt it when he sees it.

"The result must be a problem. Because as long as you are a human, you may make mistakes!"

Aristotle pointed at Pang Juan without hesitation. In front of the sages of the Palatou Academy, even the general was just an ordinary person, and he was not afraid at all.

"Dare you doubt this general?"

Pang Juan, who had just walked down the watchtower, was furious. No one dared to humiliate him like this, even Ying Quliang would not be able to do so!

"Senior brother, don't be angry. The tower is as high as two hundred feet. It is inevitable that it is not true to look from the bottom. It is normal for Mr. Aristotle to have questions, not to deliberately humiliate you."

"Hmph. Since he couldn't believe me, he would let him go up and throw it away!"

"No, no, no, this is not good. If I were to throw the iron ball, I would not be able to see whether the two iron balls fell to the ground at the same time." Aristotle shook his head repeatedly.

"This proposal is actually good. I'm afraid that the sir can't see clearly. I should be able to hear it clearly?"

Bai Dong smiled and said, "Come on, lift the iron plate!"

Soon someone carried a large piece of iron plate. This was originally the result of Ou Yeliang's recent "board construction" and was preparing to be used as a deck on the battlefield in the future. Now many have accumulated in the military port. A piece of iron plate is twenty feet long and more than five feet wide. It is placed under the watchtower. Even if you stand on the watchtower that is 20 feet high, you can see clearly.

"Sir, you can personally go up the tower and throw these two iron balls. Just aim at this iron plate. If the two iron balls fall on the iron plate one after another, the impact sound must be one in front and one behind. If it lands at the same time, it will be one sound. What do you think?"

Aristotle nodded. This is the only way to do this. This is the fairest and just way.

Looking at Aristotle walking up the watchtower, Bai Dong was not worried at all. The result was certain. No matter how many iron balls Aristotle threw, the same result was the same. He did not have to worry that Aristotle would cheat. This sage pursued truth rather than winning or losing, and he would be justified by anyone.

"when!"

The two iron balls landed at the same time, with only a loud bang.

Aristotle ran down from the watchtower with a gray face, and without saying a word, he climbed up again. Bai Dong did not stop him. It was not difficult for a man to defeat his opponent, but the most difficult thing was to defeat himself. Facing his wrong self, it also took time for a sage like Aristotle to do so.

When Aristotle ran down from the watchtower for the second time, Pang Juan and Ying Si were already numb. Ying Si once again confirmed that the Taifu was always correct, and sweared that it would be enough to follow the Taifu's footsteps in this life; Pang Juan felt a little sympathetic to Aristotle, and the experience of this Greek Russian reminded him of his self back then.

It was so unfortunate for the Greeks to fall into the hands of this freak of junior brother.

When he walked down the stairs for the third time, Aristotle sat on the ground, his whole body was sweating like pulp, his eyes were filled with despair. When he looked at Bai Dong, he would repeat: "Why do two iron balls with different weights land on the ground at the same time? This is not in line with common sense."

"Why"

Bai Dong squatted in front of him and comforted him in the gentlest tone: "Mr. Aristotle, when will people like us succumb to common sense? Common sense is originally used to be broken, and only by breaking common sense is science!"

"you are right."

Aristotle's eyes gradually became brighter: "Tell me why this is? I want your formula! The formula about falling bodies at high altitude!"

"It should be called free fall to be more appropriate. To figure out why such a result is, we must first understand the general formula and understand these concepts, the initial degree, the final degree, the fall height."

"Yeah, let me calculate it."

"Two lunatics."

Seeing Bai Dong and Aristotle squatting on the ground and scratching with their hands, Pang Juan and Ying Si were originally very curious to come over and watch, but after just looking at it for a while, they felt dizzy, as if they were listening to heavenly books. Pang Juan studied military geniuses all his life and was originally an amateur. Although Ying Si had also studied at Fengming Academy, he had never devoted his energy to math and material science, how could he understand? If Wu Zhuan had changed to it, it would be almost the same.
Chapter completed!