After simply leaving a "cross mantra", Anthony turned around in a dashing manner, left the Chinese army's tent, and returned to his tent.

The reason why I didn't explain much was not to pretend to be mysterious. Considering the personality traits of the other party, Anthony feels that the more specific and detailed he is, the less likely he is to be accepted.

After much consideration, he chose this obscure way to make his own proposal to General John.

As for whether the other party can understand his own meaning and whether he will adopt his own opinion, Anthony has no guess and no way to think.

I've done everything I could. The personnel are exhausted, and the only thing left is to obey the destiny of heaven.

As General John said, borrowing damaged weapons and equipment is indeed a trivial matter like a sesame mung bean. There are top martial arts masters in the army who make a request, and then the commander of the army personally assigns it, and the people below dare not slack off in the slightest, so the efficiency is naturally leveraged.

Anthony had just entered the tent and sat down, followed by soldiers pushing flatbed trucks.

In a great battle involving more than 10,000 soldiers, swords and axes were slashed down, and weapons and armor were damaged. This was still a bit of a suddenness of Anthony's request, and the officer in charge of logistics did not expect that the adults would be interested in these scraps of copper and iron, and they were not prepared in a hurry. Otherwise, the number of flatbed trucks pushed over will have to multiply several times.

Even so, the "scrap iron" piled up like a hill also attracted the curious eyes of the surrounding soldiers. They whispered, not understanding what the genius boy was trying to do.

Anthony turned a blind eye to these gazes, he thanked the soldiers on the cart, and watched the somewhat frightened logistics soldiers leave, before walking towards the "hill" and waving his hand.

The sword equipment at the top of the "hill" disappeared in an instant, and was put into the space ring by Anthony.

Immediately, Anthony stepped into the tent and lowered the curtain, cutting off all inquiring eyes.

The refining of the Void Stone had been completed, and now it had turned into a translucent solution, lying quietly in the Spatial Ring.

And next, it is the forging of the main material.

With a wave of his hand, Anthony quietly emitted a small spell that shielded sound and light.

He has broken through to the middle stage of refining and refining qi, which can be regarded as completely crossing the realm of "martial arts", entering the hall, and officially entering the level of cultivation.

According to the other world, Anthony is no longer a warrior, but a monk.

The realm of martial arts has reached the extreme, the exercise of the body has been boiled to a certain extent, and the quantitative changes have slowly accumulated into qualitative changes, and the martial artist has finally stepped on the threshold of cultivation.

But at this time, the monk, compared to the martial artist with the ultimate martial arts, did not have a too obvious advantage in strength.

This is because the initial stage of refining and refining qi mainly focuses on the exercise and transformation of the body to adapt to the cultivation method of cultivation. And in the middle stage of refining and refining qi, with the improvement and perfection of the physique, the true yuan in the body is becoming stronger and stronger, and it can truly reflect the powerful and terrifying spells of the monk, and this can finally be used.

As one of the gift packages given by the system, the "Mixed Yuan Returning to One Gong" is not only the most top-notch cultivation method, but also has all kinds of spells with different functions and different powers. Even with Anthony's calm personality, I was thrilled when I first browsed it.

And this shielding spell is one of them.

Anthony flipped his right hand, and a pale flame the size of a fist suddenly appeared, silently hovering above his palm.

With a flick of his left hand, he took out a thick-backed broadsword with multiple broken blades from the spatial ring.

He grasped the hilt of his knife in one hand and slowly moved the tip of his knife towards the flame.

Silently, like ice cubes on a fire, the rather heavy blade slowly softened and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It didn't take long for the thick-backed broadsword to disappear completely, turning into a mass of silvery-white liquid. The liquid tumbled up and down with the beating of the pale flames, changing shape.

Anthony's left hand flicked again, and another broken two-handed greatsword appeared in his hand. He did the same, and it didn't take long for the silvery-white liquid to grow in volume a little more.

The true fire emitted by the monk is different from the ordinary flames of the mortal world, and the temperature is extremely high. It may take several days to smelt the Void Stone, a rare ore in the world. But if it is replaced by ordinary steel, it is naturally very easy and casual.

Anthony moves quickly, meditating and pranayama every time he smelts three pieces of equipment. After recovery, it was smelted again. This cycle repeated, and in less than half a day, the weapons and equipment in the space ring had been processed.

Anthony stretched and stood up. The curtain was lifted and he stepped out of the tent.

When he walked back, the space ring was already loaded with another batch of weapons and equipment.

If you look at it according to the general weapon forging standards, you will definitely not need so much steel material to build a one. Even from the point of view of "science" that emerged when civilization in another world developed to a certain stage, weapon forging is mainly a series of physical and chemical reactions. But Anthony's forging method, whether it is the method, the process or the result, has too many irrationalities.

It's just that "science" and "myth" are fundamentally two different systems, and it doesn't seem surprising that they can't be explained.

Isn't it?

……

The earth-shattering shouts, the sound of slashing, filled the entire space. The murderous aura that soared into the sky, the rich smell of blood that made people tremble and tremble, slowly spread with the breeze.

The original inhabitants of this land, the flying beasts that inhabit it, have long since left their nests and gone away.

The only thing left is the human race, which is the spirit of all things, who are slashing each other and frantically harvesting each other's lives.

At the forefront of the battle between the two sides, the hastily built defensive line of Taranto was the place where the conflict was most intense.

One of Aberdeen's warriors had just approached the first deer when an arrow swooped from the right front and stabbed diagonally into his neck.

The warrior's shouts ceased abruptly.

He covered the wound on his neck with one hand, and his body rushed forward five or six steps according to inertia. Finally, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

At this point, his fingers were barely touching the enemy's lines. But this little distance has become the end of the world, cutting off the hope of the warrior to return home, and even cutting off life and death.

A tall and burly man, armed with a huge machete, swung violently, his wrist was thick, and the deer made of solid wood collapsed in an uproar. Together with the Taranto soldiers who were hiding behind, they were also cut in two by this fierce knife.

The strong man kicked away half of the corpses in the way, shouting loudly to cross the first line of defense. The Taranto soldiers on either side were taken aback, and raised their swords and beckoned to him.

The strong man was undaunted, swinging his shield with one hand to block the attack on the left, and the giant blade in his right hand slashed horizontally. Two soft "clicks" severed the weapons in the hands of the two Taranto soldiers.

The strong man took a step forward, and the huge machete swung out again. The two heads flew high, expressions of shock and horror forever frozen on them.

The brawny man laughed and was about to turn around to deal with the enemy on the other side. Suddenly, a rod poked out silently like a poisonous snake, and took advantage of the flaw exposed when the strong man turned around, and pierced deeply into his right rib.

The strong man threw away his shield and grabbed the rod with lightning in his left hand, ignoring his own movements, which made the wound deeper and longer, and his bloodshot eyes glared angrily at the lean man who had succeeded in sneaking up.

The sneak attacker was frightened by the ferocity of the strong man and completely lost his reaction. The strong man rose up and swung the huge machete with all his strength, cutting the lean man in half from the middle.

The surrounding Taranto rebels saw that the strong man was so strong and fierce, and they all clenched the weapons in their hands, but they did not dare to move forward.

The strong man looked around at the enemies around him, and he didn't know what to think, but he couldn't make any other expressions on his face. Finally, one couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground with a bang......

The fierce battle is still going on, and there is a fight to the death everywhere, and the above are just two small microcosms of the battlefield.

Aberdeen's offensive was extremely fierce, far surpassing the previous attacks. But the Taranto rebels were also very tenacious, gritting their teeth and holding on, showing no signs of collapse.

On a high platform in the middle of the defensive line, Grand Duke Kochis raised his eyes and watched closely at the front. Although his face remained calm, his slightly stiff expression, clenched hands, and slightly trembling body all showed the nervousness and apprehension in the heart of the rebel leader.

"Lord Duke, don't worry, although the enemy is fiercely attacking, our soldiers are also holding steadily. Don't look at the battle line pulling back and forth, the battle is tragic, but our defense line does not show the slightest flaw. It was almost impossible for Aberdeen to break in. ”

Frankie's tone was flat and comforting, and his attitude was relaxed and casual. It seems that what is in front of you is not a life-and-death struggle between two armies, but watching an ordinary opera.

The corners of Grand Duke Curchis's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to put on a gentle expression, but unfortunately failed. His facial muscles were too tense, and his smile was extremely stiff.

"Duke Ben has been obsessed for so many years, but he is far less experienced than General French's battlefield. In the previous decades, he had never seen such a large-scale army fight, and he was a little out of shape for a while, which made the general smile. ”

Frankie waved his hand, signaling that it was okay.

The confidant of Grand Duke Kochis glanced at the wounded who were constantly being carried down from the front line like flowing water, and said with a worried face: "But our casualties are really not small, and with this momentum, I am afraid we will not last long." ”

Frankie turned his head and didn't speak, just looked at him quietly with a playful gaze.

The henchman seemed to suddenly remember something, and he was shocked, and unconsciously shrunk his neck, looking extremely embarrassed.

Not long ago, when General French and Grand Duke Kochis were inspecting the wounded barracks, he had said something similar. As a result, it attracted a stinking scolding from the Grand Duke.

But it was just a small trick that the Grand Duke and he co-starred in, and it couldn't be taken seriously. In addition to being scolded in public and losing some face, it did not affect his status in the heart of the Duke in the slightest.

This time he didn't hide anything else, but he was very unlucky enough to say exactly the same thing as last time, so it's no wonder he was weak in his heart.

Grand Duke Kochis didn't mean to scold him, and followed the topic: "Indeed, the situation is quite critical and the casualties are also heavy in the two lines of defense like here. ”

Grand Duke Kochis said as he pointed to the front line, "General French, can you send the elite troops next to you to help in the defense?" That weakness in our defence, so well camouflaged, that stupid manager at Aberdeen could not see it. I'm afraid these backhands carefully arranged by the general will be wasted. ”

The Grand Duke's unintentional or unintentional relief of the siege allowed General French to spare his sweaty henchmen and return to the front line with a sharp gaze like a falcon.

"It's not time yet, and those two lines of defense can still hold on. Let the reserves be ready to support them at any time. ”

Frankie's gaze crossed the line and looked farther away.

It was the center of the Aberdeen Army, where the banners of the glorious empire and the province of Aberdeen were unfurled in the wind.

"Moreover, Lord Duke just said the wrong place."

"Oh? I wonder where Duke Ben said something wrong? "Grand Duke Kochis is surprised.

"The enemy has actually seen through our disguise."

As if to verify General French's words, the Aberdeen army let out a loud horn sound. Immediately, the war drums sounded in unison, and various colored flags flew up and down, frequently mobilizing the army.

The situation on the battlefield immediately swelled and changed dramatically.

General French's face was grim, and his eyes were full of light as he stared at the changing situation, and the burning intent of battle was surging under his eyes.

"Pass the order down and activate Plan 2!"

All the generals on the high platform all bowed their hands and responded loudly: "Get the order!" ”