As soon as the forging began, an embarrassing thing appeared.

The flames in the furnace licked violently. The click of charcoal burning was incessant, but no matter how it was burned, the meteorite did not change in the slightest.

"It's been an hour, even if it's a stone egg. It's time for the child to move a little, why hasn't the meteorite changed at all" Wu Li poked Li Chengyang, who was staring at the stove tooth flower, and whispered.

"The furnace temperature is not enough, do you have any other ways to raise the temperature?" Li Chengyang said his own problem.

He also just thought about this, the reason why the output of steel in ancient times could not go up, was because the charcoal that burned the fire could not go up, the burning of iron was not complete, and the carbon content could not go up, so the output of steel was naturally small, most of them were based on the destiny of heaven, and dozens or hundreds of furnaces of molten iron could occasionally try their luck to come out of a furnace of steel, and the others were built by thousands of tempers, and there was no possibility of tricks at all.

Wu Li spread his hands: "This is my family's ancestral stove, I have been striking iron on it all my life, and there has never been a situation where it can't be melted, could it be really auspicious, mortals can't move?" ”。

"What auspicious rui, fart auspicious, it's just that the melting point is too high, it's not a big deal, you let me think of a way" Of course, he sneered at Xiangrui, meteorites are meteorites, but they are artificially given special meanings, and as soon as the temperature is raised, his Fang Tian painting halberd can be made in minutes.

There's no point in staying now, let's go back to the East Palace and think about it slowly.

At noon the next day, Li Chengyang came to the Ministry of Industry again with confidence, and shouted for Wu Li to come out to see him.

The solution is to think of it, thanks to the novels I read before, there are many ways to increase the furnace temperature, the easiest is to find the kind of coal with low sulfur content, but Li Chengyang, as an engineering student, doesn't even know what sulfur is, let alone find coal so professionally.

There are a few open-pit coal mines not far from Chang'an, and no one wants them to put them there, and the farmers have to stay away from there, because that will lead to a reduction in crop production, not that no one has burned it, and as a result, one person will be poisoned if he burns coal, and one will poison one family if he burns coal, so no one has the idea of fighting that thing anymore.

This is not a problem for Li Chengyang, he has seen a lot of coal stoves in the orphanage, and it is no problem for him to make one by himself, but this kind of coal must not be used to make iron, Wu Li also tried it, saying that the things made with coal are particularly brittle, and they will break as soon as he uses force.

And the method he came up with is the blast method, which is to heat the air first, and then blow the heated air into the iron-striking furnace, so that there is no interference of cold air, the furnace temperature can be increased a lot, and the maximum temperature that charcoal can reach is more than 1,000 degrees, and the previous single-fire furnace because there is always cold air around, so that it constantly wastes heat, and the highest temperature that can be reached is only more than 900 degrees, and it is less than 200 degrees when it comes and goes, and more than 200 degrees is the difference between iron and meteorite.

The blacksmith was called to make two similar stoves, and the two of them were in full swing.

Li Chengyang snorted and pulled the sealing box to blow the wind, while Wu Li stared at the meteorite intently, and after a while, Wu Li called:

"It's red, Your Highness, it's red, I'm working harder, and I'll be able to start forging in a while."

Li Chengyang's enthusiasm was full in an instant, and he could see the afterimage of a pair of bellows, but he had coveted the other party's heavenly painting halberd for a long time, and now he finally saw a little hope.

In a blink of an eye, from noon to sunset, the meteorite iron was gradually molded into a big head under Wu Li's continuous knocking, the clothes of the two were already soaked, and the buckets used for quenching on the side were more than half.

Wu Li waved his hand weakly: "Your Highness, let's stop here today, two hundred catties of Xiangrui, if you are not tired, I will be exhausted, I may not be able to see the sun tomorrow if I go on like this?" ”。

Li Chengyang retracted the movements on his hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and asked in amazement: "Isn't it that once the furnace is opened, it will not sleep, will this iron break in the middle of the process affect the material?" And when it's almost finished, do you want me to drip some blood into it, so that the divine soldiers can recognize the Lord or something? ”。

Wu Li narrowed his eyes: "Where did Your Highness hear this kind of statement, this iron can't be interrupted, so why am I still quenching, and what is the blood?" What kind of means is this, I have never heard of it, is this also the secret of His Highness? ”。

waved his hand, this is all from reading novels and watching TV or something in his previous life, and he used to be a lively listener, who knows what the process of striking iron in ancient times was, in case the legend is true.

The dream of fixing the sea god needle before is gone, and now the idea of a divine weapon is gone, there is no vision when forging, and there is no dragon and phoenix dance, and naturally there is no need for any living person to jump into the fire to become a weapon spirit, just a simple weapon.

It's really boring, there is no accident at all, and it also makes the little expectation in Li Chengyang's heart come to naught.

After three days, the fourth day, that is, August 23rd, his Fang Tian painting halberd was freshly baked, the whole is a Chinese type, there is a spear tip on the top, the left side of the Chinese character is a crescent-shaped curved blade, which can be used to chop the enemy, the right side of the Chinese character is the same curved blade, but there is no front, purely relying on strength to smash people, the two curved blades are connected by two iron rods with the halberd as the central axis, about a finger width as a distance, and the square hole in the middle can be used to jam the enemy's blade.

According to Li Chengyang's strength, once he is restrained, no one should be able to break free, the whole halberd weighs more than two hundred and sixty catties, and he finally feels the slight heaviness in his hand, and he waved it twice, well, it is a little difficult, the problem is not big, and it will be just right when he has more strength in two years.

Xie Wu Li arrived, and promised to change him with a new source of wealth in a few days, Li Chengyang carried a nearly three-meter-long halberd out of the Ministry of Industry and returned to the East Palace.

What puzzled him was that such a stylish weapon did not arouse the amazement of passers-by, but stared at him with a strange eye, staring at him until he was sweating white.

It may be that they are too handsome to be speechless, and they are speechless is this what they mean, yes, Li Chengyang felt a little bad, but he was still comforting himself.

As soon as he entered the gate of the East Palace, Li Gu leaked his head from the gatehouse, and when he saw the halberd painted by Li Chengyang, he wondered: "Your Highness, what are you doing with a guard of honor, did you rob someone's house, we have a lot of things in our backyard, you can have as many as you want."

"Honor guard?" Li Chengyang was stunned and asked, "Is this thing a guard of honor?" How come I haven't seen it before? ”。

"Have you used a guard of honor when you went out before?"

Oh yes, his guard of honor has been in the warehouse to eat ashes since it was issued, how can he use those things when he goes out.

"Didn't you say that Lu Bu just used the Fang Tian painting halberd, how did it become a guard of honor?" Throughout the ages, everyone knows that Lu Bu used Fang Tian's halberd, could it be that history deceived the miscellaneous family again?

Li Gu scratched his head: "Lu Bu uses a spear, Lao Cheng has always regarded Lu Bu as an idol, this is the spear he learned, what is the name of Fang Tian's halberd?" This is all recorded, Your Highness, are you mistaken? ”。

Hiss, sure enough, it's common sense again, I looked at the Fang Tian painting halberd in my hand, and suddenly it didn't smell good, when I thought of the battle between everyone with big swords and spears in the future, and I was dancing like a fool waving a guard of honor, I really don't know what the enemy will think at that time?

"Could it be that the local prince is here to surrender, you see, the ceremonial instruments used for surrender have been brought."

As soon as he thought of this possibility, Li Chengyang felt liver pain, whether he would go to the battlefield or the stage in the future, this joke was a big joke.

There is no way to change it, Wu Li said that according to this iron material, if it is forged again, it will be easy to scrap, and it can only be wrong, but it is not a bad thing, in the future, when you go out with a guard of honor, once you encounter any danger, pick up the Fang Tian painting halberd from the guard next to you and give them a surprise, it is still a good idea.

But this is estimated to be impossible, how can he encounter danger when he goes out in the future, aren't those assassins guarding the palace gate also have nothing to do with him, let him come and go freely, and try to replace Li Chengqian? It's no wonder that the group didn't pounce.

However, it is possible to encounter rebels in the future, and there were not a few rebels and rebellious minorities in the early Tang Dynasty, so if he encounters them, wait, rebels!

Li Chengyang finally knew why he had been worried for the past few days, Luo Yi, Luo Yi, this little deflated calf has long been holding back, isn't it the Zhenguan period that is going to be reversed, or is it the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, let this town guard Jingzhou, the gateway of Chang'an, isn't that putting the lifeblood in the hands of the enemy, Li Shimin is confused.

Presumably, the eldest grandson Wuji also had a little doubt about Luo Yi at that time, so he raised the question on the spot, who would have thought that Li Shimin firmly believed that a third prince who was more than the king of Qin and a restaurant far beyond ordinary people could get Luo Yi done, so there was such a big mistake.

No, this is to tell Li Shimin quickly, otherwise once Jingzhou is lost, Chang'an will continue the tragedy in history.

Hurriedly ran out of the gate of the East Palace, but hurriedly stopped the car, Jingzhou to Chang'an is two hundred miles, seeing that it is already August 23, it is too late to go again.

Silently walked back, never thinking about anything else.

The Turks are not good men and women, and there are no people in Yuanzhou for a long time, and it is said that the entire state of Yuanzhou has less than 1,000 troops, not to mention farmers, so the losses caused by the arrival of the Turks will not be very large, but this will not be the case in Jingzhou after that.

Jingzhou came from the area around Chang'an, and it was also an important gateway for the Tang people to go north and the Turks to the south, and the military households and farmers here were very dense, once the Turks invaded, the consequences were certainly unimaginable, and the losses caused were all caused by his momentary negligence, which made him fall into a deep silence.

Lying on the bed with his eyes open, no matter what, he climbed to the roof in the dark, the moon is a little abnormal today, the bricks and tiles on the roof are illuminated in the slightest, the silent night, the houses outside the palace are peaceful, and the watchmen walk through the various squares, and the eyes see a piece of peace.

I hope that this picture can continue to exist so peacefully, the people live and work in peace and contentment, the palace is harmonious and stable, Li Shimin is busy with his affairs as a whole, it is best to live for a few more decades, and when Li Chengyang's own children grow up, he will directly pass on the position to the children, and he will not be able to live Li Shimin's bitter days.

And he didn't have to look at the direction of the city gate alone in the middle of the night and be afraid, wouldn't it be nice to sleep early, but now, as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was full of the screams of the people of the Tang Dynasty, and the remnants of his broken arms flew around, and the Turks laughed and cut off one head after another, and now they didn't dare to close their eyes.

The night passed in a hurry, and Murphy's old man really lived up to his name, and he really had such a set of Murphy's laws.

The sky had just brightened, the sun was slowly shining on the streets outside the palace, and it was still the time of curfew, but Li Chengyang saw from a distance that a gap slowly leaked out of the city gate that should not be opened.

Desperately closing his eyes, the butterfly wings still failed to stir up, and what should have happened still happened.