Feng Pimple, the only blacksmith in Wanzikou Village, felt like he had been doused with water all over his body, and his whole body was soaked.

But the water came out of himself—sweat.

He couldn't help but sweat, and under the sun at the end of May, against the blazing furnace fire around him, he had to hammer and hammer hard to beat the red wrought iron, and beat the wrought iron little by little into mature iron bars, and then beat them into extremely thin pieces of wrought iron, which any blacksmith would be like him Feng Pimple, as if he had been fished out of the water.

Feng Pimple didn't know what the legendary Dragon Prince's possessed Chu Gongzi wanted these useless pieces of wrought iron to do, but this did not prevent him from building with great interest and regardless of fatigue, because for every time he made a thin iron sheet three feet square, Chu Fan would give him two coins of silver—two coins of silver!

I think that Feng Pimple gave Chu Hong's family a plow for a day, but he only got a penny of silver.

"Bang!" Another thin piece of iron was broken, and Feng Pimple picked up the piece of iron with a clamp and carefully placed it on top of the stack that had been beaten - this thing was too thin, and Feng Pimple was afraid that it would break.

After counting the stacks of iron pieces, Feng Pimple estimated that it was almost there, and asked the two boys to bring a bamboo basket to load it and send it to Chu Gongzi's home.

The two half-grown children of the Feng family carried the bamboo basket together and came to the gate of Chu Fan's ancestral house, and after calling the door, the little third aunt of the Chu family came out, and after carefully inspecting the thickness of the iron sheet, she took out an unsubstandard one and handed it to the Feng family's child, and then took out the silver and made a call, and then pushed the door and shouted, and two female workers came out and carried the bamboo basket into the west wing - that is where the wrought iron sheet is processed into various shapes.

There is now a large stone mill on the yard, on which a mule is pulling, with the rotation of the stone mill, the gray-black powder continues to flow out of the cracks in the stone mill, falling into the stone trough, personally staring at the stone mill. It was Chu Fan himself.

"Little third aunt, don't forget to handle it gently," Chu Fan saw the three of them carrying the bamboo basket to the west wing, and told again, "Don't touch any sparks!" ”

"Well, big nephew. You've said this more than ten times," the little third aunt responded with a wry smile, then shook her head and said, "We can save it, this house just can't see a little spark...... You can rest assured! ”

Chu Fan watched them enter the west wing, then he turned his head and continued to use a small brush to brush the medicine powder from the stone trough into the wooden barrel - he couldn't help but nag, now there are hundreds of catties of black fire * medicine in this ancestral house, if he sees Mars, the ancestral house will needless to say. It is estimated that there will be no survivors within a radius of ten meters.

After the barrel was filled, Chu Fan carried it into the main room - this place has now been transformed into a place for processing granules and gunpowder, and the four female workers transferred from the tobacco factory were stirring and stirring, brushing the granules and brushing the granules, and they were very busy.

On the wooden shelves against the wall, more than a dozen layers of bamboo trays are densely placed, and each tray is sprinkled with a layer of fine crushed fire* medicine particles like millet grains, and it is completed in eight hours.

Half of this batch of black fire* was prepared for Lu Mi Gong. Divide the exact portions into small portions and put them into paper packets. When the lead pellets of the same size are placed, they become a complete set of ammunition, and each member of the escort will carry twenty copies by then.

The other half, Chu Fan is ready to use it as a grenade.

Thin pieces of iron are processed into the body of a grenade in the West Wing - the pieces of iron are so thin that they can be cut into various shapes with large scissors; The edges are bent between the parts and then clamped together with clamps; After the projectile body is completed. Loaded with two and a half pounds of fed black powder, half a pound of pig iron, broken porcelain and stones, and finally a wooden handle wrapped around the fuse, a grenade was completed.

The thickness of the iron sheet, the length of the fuse, and even the amount of charge were all tried and tested by Chu Fan - he started the idea of making a grenade when he was training in the Xiaozhudao Guards that day, and immediately began the relevant tests after returning to Dengzhou.

Eventually, he found out. The wrought iron sheet must be about 1.5 mm thin so that it will not only blow up in the two directions of the head and tail, so in the end, the iron pieces he asked Feng Pimple to process are about 1 mm - too thin, and they can be punctured if they are not careful; The fuse finally chose one that could burn for about half a minute, wrapped it in oiled paper, and then firmly stuck it to the wooden handle with fish bladder glue, and inserted it into the bullet body to fix it; The charge is two and a half catties, and the addition of half a catty of sundries is the best ratio that Chu Fan got after trying countless times by himself - too much charge is still not far away, and the charge is too little and the power is not enough.

Tossed to the day before yesterday, all the materials and processes Chu Fan was fully implemented, just when the third aunt pestered him to work in the tobacco factory, he took the opportunity to hand over the processing of ammunition to her - through the training of the threshing floor, the management ability of the little third aunt was trained, she was already careful, and she was her own family, this kind of thing is the most suitable for her to do.

In three days, more than half of the required ammunition had been processed - more than 1,500 rounds of paper bullets had been prepared; Nearly 200 grenades were also driven out.

"Knock knock!"

Chu Fan was watching, there was a knock on the courtyard door, and soon Liu Zhongwen walked in, attached to Chu Fan's ear and said something, the latter frowned, and after explaining to the third aunt again to pay attention to safety, the two of them hurriedly went out.

Chu and Liu, of course, as well as the four guards of Doudou who were not leaving, hurried back to the new house.

As soon as he entered the door, Chu Fan saw Zhao Hai kneeling down in front of him with a "poof", and bowed his head and said, "Childe!" I'm useless! If you hide it, I'm afraid it will delay the big thing of the son! After speaking, he knocked his head three times in a row, and the three apprentices behind him were exactly the same as him, and there was a banging sound in the front yard.

Seeing this, Chu Fan hurriedly pulled up Zhao Hai, took everyone to the flower hall to sit down, and asked about the investigation in detail.

"We set off the day before yesterday and everything went smoothly earlier...... That Taoist priest is so fast! It's just a mistake and it's gone! Zhao Hai elaborated on how the Taoist priest saw through Xingzang, and then felt sorry for himself again, "Alas! It's all to blame for my lack of meticulous preparation...... Who would have thought that the march had only become popular in recent years? ”

"Uncle Zhao doesn't have to blame himself," after listening to Zhao Hai's story, Chu Fan's frowning brows loosened instead, "The first Taoist priest may not be a person who squats on the mountain; Second, even if you are a squatting tiger, you may not know that you are going for a squatting tiger; Third, even if we guess your intentions, we are not afraid...... If a sneak attack doesn't make a strong attack, dozens of us people in the Wa Kingdom dare to rush to the Sanjingtai camp, and it is difficult for the bandits in this district to be able to stop us? ”

Zhao Hai saw that not only did he not blame himself, but he excused himself one after another, his heart was agitated, and his lips trembled and he didn't know what to say.

"But without further ado, since the terrain has been surveyed clearly," Chu Fan thought for a while and said, "Early tomorrow morning, we will send troops to Luoshan!" (To be continued.) )