A scimitar ignited a fire that was buried deep in everyone's hearts.

After repeated tests by everyone, the scimitar created by Guo Yang and Anu is indeed good, even terrifying.

But there are also quite a few problems.

Ah Jiu, Ah Mu, Ah Tu and others gossiped, quarreled endlessly, and shouted around Guo Yang for a long time.

Guo Yang groaned, took the scimitar in his hand, slowly savored it, and occasionally made a gesture to slash once or twice.

Gradually, everyone stopped talking, and looked at Guo Yang.

"This scimitar can indeed be improved, and I know everyone's opinions. Anu, you take our ten centurions to train first, and then I'll think about it. Guo Yang said.

Anu and the others suddenly agreed, turned around and left, dividing the existing less than 1,000 people into ten hundred-person teams, and some of the insufficient numbers directly supplemented a group of Tengger young people.

There is not much time left for everyone, so once the queue is formed, it will be put into training immediately.

Anu looked like a big tribal leader, with a black bearded face, and coldly began to issue orders one after another.

Ten centurions such as Ah Jiu subdivided their teams into ten ten-man teams, and each ten-person team was divided into two five-person teams.

Anu is Guo Yang's first thousand-commander, below the centurion, with ten commanders and Wu commanders, Anu gave an order, and he was like a heart finger arm, arm finger hand, finger finger, and the efficiency was increased by more than ten times.

Guo Yang sat on a high hill, holding a scimitar, silently looking at the horse team in the distance, and his heart was quite heavy.

For the time being, frontal charging is the weak point of the steppe cavalry, and it is simply not able to confront the well-equipped farming tribe corps that is good at arranging troops.

And the harassment, fundamentally speaking, is just a dog thorn, and it can't hurt people's bones.

He wanted to gain a firm foothold on the grassland, create a world that belonged to himself or his own people, and faced three or four enemies of life and death.

The first is of course those greedy and arrogant farming tribes, after the previous battle, they should have been beaten, at least three or five years did not dare to come to the attack.

The second is the legendary devil Agoura, and his dog-legged son Chagan, both of whom are cultivators, and they are very dangerous and must be eliminated.

The third is the two largest forces in this grassland, Beirong and Ghost Fang, although these two forces have become weakened due to nearly a hundred years of mutual conquest, and have escaped into the depths of the grassland to recuperate. However, one day, they will emerge from the depths of the grassland and bite Guo Yang to death.

The fourth, it is said that he is a demon clan in the northern snow field, with strong strength, and many cultivators are infested, so he is a potential rival.

The first enemy that Guo Yang needs to face is the devil Agoura, and there are all kinds of signs that Ullihan who was a dog boy kidnapped Naren Toya and defected to Agoura.

This is a red flag.

Wu Lihan himself is a miscellaneous piece and does not deserve Guo Yang's attention, but he knows too well the details of the Tengger tribe and Guo Yang, which is different.

Let the opponent estimate to the end, itself is already at a disadvantage.

Agula, Chagan, these two names are still legends in a distant place for Guo Yang, and they are not clear to others at all, how can this battle be fought?

Those guys are very cunning, similar to Guo Yang, just a legend, and have never confronted people head-on.

Even the Tengger people, who were beaten into water dogs, actually lost inexplicably, first rebelling in the Harinao Sea and luring wolves into the house, and then, after a confused fight, they were driven out of the Ananda River Valley.

The old patriarch Gilda repeatedly emphasized that Agoura was a devil, and Chagan was also a devil, and they would spit swords and flames from their mouths. In fact, he had never even seen anyone in person.

"Agoura...... Chagan...... Ulihan. Guo Yang felt the scimitar and said silently in his heart.

……

On a full moon night, a scimitar rebuilt by Guo Yang finally took shape.

That night, the moon turned red.

Blood red, dyeing the whole grassland dark red, the wind blowing, and someone is whispering.

It was a long tune, and on the desolate earth, the songs of sorrow, heroes, war, the end of the world, rivers, mare's milk wine, etc., made the cows, sheep and horses silent, made the grass fall down, and broke people's hearts.

Under the blood moon, above the grassland, high on the hills, the young palms of wildflowers swayed gently.

The tall furnace was blazing, and the twelve cowhide hoops were operated by thirty-six young men in turn, and the wind was constantly blowing.

Guo Yang knelt on one knee and silently recited a strange spell in his mouth, but it was the mental formula used for blood sacrifice weapons in the demon exercises, and Guo Yang didn't know if it worked, anyway, all he could think of was such a set of things related to refining weapons, so he used it directly.

Guo Yang looked up to the sky with a solemn expression, and he was praying for God to give him courage.

Guo Yang bowed his head to the ground, his face sad, and he was begging the earth to give him strength.

After the secretive, sacred, and intricate ceremony, Guo Yang cut off his left hand and dripped thirteen drops of blood onto the red and white scimitar.

Sneering –

Thirteen puffs of green smoke drifted by, and on the body of the knife, thirteen irregular dark red dots appeared, like thirteen unlucky stars, representing killing, destruction, and doom.

Guo Yang clamped the scimitar and solemnly placed it on the anvil.

The dark red blade, illuminated by the strange light of the blood moon, was like a wound, and Anu was secretly frightened.

Guo Yang didn't care about this, he picked up the small hammer easily.

Bite.

Guo Yang's hands are clean, smooth, powerful and accurate.

Bells.

Anu lifted the sledgehammer, rounded it down, and smashed it down steadily.

Ding, bell.

Ding, bell.

……

As the last layer of fine black impurities was slowly peeled away, a layer of overlapping, fish-like dark lines appeared on the blade.

As thin as a hair, as dark as a clear wave, dense and endless.

Under the blood moon, the red mangs are strange, and there are only fish scale patterns.

From the handle to the tip of the knife, it presents an elegant curve, just like the wind blowing through the grassland, showing cattle and sheep, and the shadow is sufficient.

Of course, the herd was still far away, or, in the middle of the knife.

Really sharp, you need to hide it, otherwise, it will be easy to break.

……

Ding, bell.

Ding, bell.

Three-point hammer, seven-point back, self-vomiting, not sad.

When exerting force, the soft is rigid and the force is inexhaustible, so it must be retracted by the momentum to form the next forging.

Guo Yang was slightly distracted.

He thought of his father Guo Lu, the former minister of dragon control, Guo coppersmith of Lijiamen Village, the cowardly man who endured for half his life, but finally did not have the courage to fight to the death.

The corners of Guo Yang's eyes were a little moist.

Through that thin layer of tears, he saw that the dark lines of the fish scales on the knife were fading, and finally they were faint, becoming one of the qualities of the knife.

The dark mark turned into thirteen drops of blood slowly became prominent, and it was the thirteen expressions of the knife.

Which thirteen are there?

Guo Yang thought silently in his heart, but did not say it.

That's thirteen words, or, thirteen curses, associated with blood, bad luck, and death.

Once spoken, his lips will be scorched.

……

When Anu finished the final blow, he stumbled, and his strong body shook slightly, almost falling.

His face was covered with sweat, and he made his coarse linen clothes wet, clinging to his body, and when the wind blew, it was cold, like the back of a knife.

Guo Yang clamped the scimitar, raised it and looked at it for a while, and then threw it into a large wooden bucket of clear water.

In the water, a round of blood-red moon shadows shattered in an instant, tumbling, and made a "stinging and stabbing" explosion.

A moment later, Guo Yang reached into the water, held the handle of the curved design, lifted the knife steadily, and with a slight wave, cut through a trough of molten iron that had been burned into blood-red juice in advance.

This kind of molten iron is a metal juice that Guo Yang has specially mixed to improve the strength of the blade after repeatedly consulting the refining methods of the ancient demon people.

The moonlight is like blood, the knife is like fish scales, and the blade is like snow.

With a flick of his fingers, there was a long "poof" sound.

"Good knives!" Guo Yang half-squinted his eyes, looked at the knife again, raised it high, and with a slight wave, he cut off a cloud with his hand.

"Young master, this knife ...... What's your name? Anu asked.

"Let's call it a Blood Moon." Guo Yang glanced up at the blood-red full moon and said indifferently.

"This knife has a good name." Anuhan said with a smile.

Guo Yang held the Blood Moon Scimitar in his hand, waved it lightly a few times, and threw it directly to Anu.

Anu caught the knife and looked at Guo Yang in amazement, not understanding what he meant.

"This knife is yours. I, Guo Yang's commander, should use the sharpest knife in the world, because you are my sharpest knife. Guo Yang said lightly.

"Young Master!" Anu was overjoyed, tears flashing in her eyes.

He clumsily rubbed his eye sockets with the back of his hand, slowly raised the Blood Moon Scimitar, facing the sky, the blade was facing him, slowly put his forehead up, and with a slight cut, the blood came out, winding down the blade, flashing dark red.

A good knife wants to drink blood, so let's drink the master's blood first.

Only such a knife has the right to cut off other people's necks, cut off half of other people's bodies, and drink other people's blood.

"Young master, don't worry, Anu's knife will become your sharpest knife on the grassland, and it will be sung by people for generations." Anu looked solemn, knelt on one knee, and gave a salute.

Guo Yang took a step forward, helped Anu up with both hands, and smiled.

……

Each of Guo Yang's ten hundred-man cavalry team was equipped with a Blood Moon scimitar, and his strength increased greatly.

This improved scimitar has a forward center of gravity, like a meteor, and when the cavalry fights, they don't even need to deliberately swing it, and they can easily cut off a war horse with a flick of their body.

Ah Jiu, Ah Mu and others experimented repeatedly, and finally determined that this kind of knife can be effective against that kind of deck heavy cavalry, and it can even cut off half of the body with armor.

And the most terrifying usage was invented by Amu's mad dog.

He modified his saddle and gave the craftsman an extra wooden groove in the front axle to hold the hilt, and with the fixed force of the saddle, a Blood Moon scimitar could be bladed.

This method of use is most suitable for cavalry charges, and the blade that goes out sideways, with the unrivaled impact of a galloping war horse, will cut the men and horses that pass by all the way like mowing grass.

This scimitar usage was soon fully applied, and the craftsmen transformed all the saddles, and added two copper rings and three cooked cow belts to the card slot, which was convenient and stable, and became one of the secret weapons of Guo Yang's cavalry.