Therefore, asking Ding Yi today, instead of Wu Dugan, to find Ding Yi to speak, it is not that she wants to show her authority in the tribe, but that she is ready for everything, and she will kill Ding Yi today. How could a Ming man become the leader of a tribe on the grassland? Even if he saves Yexian's sister, he can't do it! Wu Dugan will never allow such a thing to happen, she will be like her ancestors, guarding her tribe, not letting it be swallowed up by outsiders, and not letting it become a slave of the Ming people!

She inquired about Ding Yi's skills and what she was good at, and didn't give Ding Yi a chance to fight, nor did she give Ding Yi a chance to use a crossbow. And when she met Ding Yi, she strengthened her confidence, she thought that Ding Yi was a dead person, a dead person walking between the living.

Ding Yi slapped his ass and stood up, smiled at her and said, "You are really smart, just like when you were in heaven." At the time, you said that you might forget everything, and I thought it was a joke, but now it seems that you are right. Well, give me the antlers on your hat and I'll make you believe it. ”

Wu Dugan stared at Ding for a long time, nodded and said, "Okay, but if you can't convince me to believe, I will divide your five horses!" If she said this herself, maybe it was just a threat to laugh at, but counting the seven or eight masters next to her, it was definitely not a joke.

She wanted to see what tricks Ding Yi played, such as going up the knife mountain and going down to the sea of fire, which was the shaman's specialty.

Wu Dugan is not a frog sitting at the bottom of a well, just as Ding Yi can speak with a pure Mongolian accent, because he not only has a good Mongolian brother, but also goes to that brother's home in Mongolia for a period of time every year during the holidays; From this female shaman, she can speak pure and fluent Daming official dialect, you know that she must have a deep understanding of the situation of Daming, and she has traveled to the rivers and mountains of the Ming Kingdom. I've seen a lot of tricks.

She has enough confidence to expose Ding Yi.

Of course, Ding Yi can also expose her when she holds a ceremony in the future, but she will not give Ding Yi this opportunity, and will definitely kill him before that, even today.

She was just looking at a mouse, struggling to die.

Dante is really not afraid, it's just a little heartache.

When the female shaman took out the antlers, Ding Yi made an even more excessive request. He needs urine, the urine of a female shaman.

But when the female shaman heard this request, which is shy and angry in general, she did not react at all, and replied very simply: "Okay." "Actually, it's not necessary at all. In addition to being better than clear water, it can better cover up some of the things that Ding Yi wants to add. But its practical mare's milk is just as good. Magic always needs to be tricked and always distracted.

Soon she gave Ding Yi the items he requested.

Ding Yi took the urine and antlers, re-entered the yurt that made him gagging, and cast a spell.

When the felt curtain of the tent was lowered, Ding Yi quickly took out a small iron box from his backpack, and when he opened it, there was a small porcelain bottle tightly padded with silk. Uncork the bottle and pour the contents into the urine of the earthen bowl, then stuff the porcelain bottle and tin box back into the backpack.

A small white crystal in the liquid in that bowl, this is Ding Yi's faith.

In the future life, this thing may only have a few dollars, and Ding Yi will get the price of it. It is a life of a craftsman.

When he was in Kyoshi, Ding Yi tried to refine the possibility of various chemicals so that he could make things like Shudi fuses in the future. After the crossbow was successfully rewarded, those craftsmen were full of enthusiasm and went to Shiyan Dingyi's proposed method. This mass of white crystals is like this, according to the two methods provided by Ding Yishiyan: boiling urine, without success; Natural silica is ground into powder, plus the ash from the pork bones, plus charcoal powder, and heated in a porcelain tube, and the resulting gas is introduced into another porcelain bowl filled with water, which generates white phosphorus. [Note]

However, instead of cork, it is impossible to achieve the effect of rubber by sealing.

So after the craftsman had refined it a few times, and although he had received a few crumps of white phosphorus and a reward, he would never be able to receive the reward himself, because the carbon monoxide poisoning quickly killed him in the small amount of gas that escaped from the loose plug.

Ding Yi took this with him in order to encounter arson, even if the wind and rain were urgent, he could stuff the white phosphorus into the grain and grass and leave, as long as the surface moisture dried, it would spontaneously combust! But now he had to use one of them to pretend to be a ghost, because simple killing could not really make the herdsmen of this tribe follow Ding Yi with all their hearts.

He wanted a tribe, not Gaddas or Battle.

A tribe can grow, can wage war, annex, expand against other tribes.

Whether it was the reinforcements in the Battle of Tumubao, or the protective color of cover in the operation to protect Yingzong, Ding Yi needed a tribe to do such a thing.

He carefully crushed the white phosphorus in the liquid with his antlers, for it would spontaneously combust once it left the water.

Wu Dugan, who was outside the yurt, was not afraid that her voice would be heard by Ding Yi: "That Ming man, when you kill him, you must cut off his head, and then ride a fast horse and run north for five days and five nights, nailing a stake to the high mountain; He put his left hand, mounted the horse and ...... east, "Not only to divide Ding Yi's body, but to throw it far away after dividing the body, it seems that she really regards Ding Yi as a demon."

Ding Yi, who walked out of the yurt, ignored the female shaman who looked at him with hostile eyes.

With a bronze mirror tied between her waist and abdomen, and the black axe in her hand, she looked at Ding Yi's neck, looking for the most suitable knife edge for an axe after Ding Yi was exposed; And those followers, although they think that Ding Yi's adaptation of Norse mythology seems to be a matter of trouble, but the worship of female shamans, so that they will never hesitate when they do it, their knives have dark marks on them, that is not the lines left by the sword-casting process of covering the earth and burning the blade, it is blood, it is the blood left by the unknown number of people who died under their knives, and it is the blood that cannot be washed.

As Ding Yi walked, the female shaman and her followers changed their positions very tacitly, and once they moved, they would not show mercy and would not leave Ding Yi any chance to resist. Even the female shamans of Ding Yi's admirer, such as Battle, led the herdsmen to find places with fertile water and grass. After all, this place is close to a large tribe of tens of thousands of people, which is not very suitable for the development of this tribe now, and if it stays for a long time, it can only become dependent or annexed, which is a sufficient reason, and it can also be said to be a conspiracy.

She sneered and watched Ding Yi's movements, Wu Dugan felt that Ding Yi was stalling for time to wait for the arrival of those who admired him in Battle, but unfortunately, he would definitely not have any reinforcements. He's dead.

Ding Yi found a plain place without grass, drew a palm-sized circle with the antlers, and then drew a five-pointed star with five horns on the circle line, carefully cleaned the dirt from the line, and slowly put the bowl of liquid into the ditch he drew with the antlers. Then he was stacked with hay on top, and he threw hay quickly. The technique and stance are also hidden. And the female shaman and the followers on the side, with an expression of seeing how Ding Yi died, didn't notice the small white crystals in the urine at all.

"Drop a little blood on the hay and call out 'Valkyria'." Ding Yi said this to one of the shamans who was gathered around. Seeing that Wu Dugan nodded with a sneer, he and his companion exchanged places. Even if he came over, Ding Yi would not be able to get an escape because of this, as for cutting his fingers and dropping a few points of blood, for these people who were full of tattoos. It wasn't really a big deal, and he did it quickly.

She laughed, her tattooed face looking even more weird and terrifying, because the follower did what Ding Yi said, but it didn't work, and she became more and more sure that Ding Yi was stalling for reinforcements. Ding Yi smiled nonchalantly and said to the follower, "Because that's not your real name." He motioned for another female shaman's follower to try it too, and the one was so excited that he squeezed several drops of blood on the hay, and the little haystack was almost stained with blood. Of course, it still has no effect.

Ding Yi looked at the sun and silently estimated that after the fourth follower made the same attempt, the eyes of those people were already extremely unkind: Tell everyone to come and drip blood, at least you will do the same as the shaman, singing and dancing on the side, beating drums, like a ritual, it's okay. Ding Yi sat on the side and didn't move, what is this?

"Valkyria, you give it a try, just a drop of blood, and call out your real name." Ding Yi said to the female shaman. The latter has an attitude of "convincing you to die" and the ridiculous thing that ended early, without saying a word, he stepped forward and cut his finger with a knife, squeezed out a little blood and dripped it.

"Call out your real name!" Ding Yi suddenly shouted, "Valkyria! ”

"Valkyria!" Wu Du read it as if he were angry.

There was no need for Ding Yi to say anything more, the pile of hay suddenly burst into flames, and both the shaman and her entourage were stunned to see what was like a miracle for them, in fact, after the straw was burned to ashes, the ditch that Ding Yi had drawn was still on fire, and no doubt they had discovered it: "Dirt! The soil is burning! ”

Of course, it's burning, and the white phosphorus hasn't spontaneously combusted.

This is also the reason why Ding Yi asked those followers to go up and try it first, to delay the time to allow the little water to seep into the soil, and to allow the sun to dry the layer of water on some of the white phosphorus particles. Ding was very particular about stacking straw, leaving gaps so that sunlight could shine on the white phosphorus particles in the ditch. After the hay caught fire, the high temperature accelerated the drying of some of the particles that had not been exposed to the sun and had not yet dried out, so that under the ashes, those particles also began to spontaneously combust.

This is also the reason why Ding Yi was in a hurry just now. (To be continued......)

PS: Note:

Ca3(PO4)2+5C=3CaO+2P+5COCsPhosphate+Carbon=Calcium Oxide+Phosphorus+Carbon Monoxide;

Ca3(PO4)2+3SiO2=3CaSiO3+P2O5 calcium phosphate + silicon dioxide = calcium silicate + phosphorus pentoxide;

P2O5+5C=2P+COP5+Carbon=Phosphorus+Carbon Monoxide;

The total reaction was: Ca3(PO4)2+3SiO2+5C=3CaSiO3+P4+5CO

Calcium phosphate + silicon dioxide + carbon = calcium silicate + white phosphorus + carbon monoxide