In charge of the blacksmith shop was a stout man with a large waist and a round waist, who was dressed in shorts and naked, and dressed like any other sergeant, except that he had a bald head and nine ring scars on his head.

It seems that this person is a monk who ran out of Buddhism, but the people in the army come from all over the world, so there is nothing strange about this. But the name on the top of this product is too stylish: mentally retarded, Li Jiuyang couldn't help laughing.

"Who dares to trespass on the forbidden land of the forgery!" Li Jiuyang's laughter alarmed the mentally handicapped master, and the thing swept his eyes and said loudly and angrily.

"Hello, Master of Intellectual Retardation." Li Jiuyang walked over with a smile.

"Oh, it turned out to be a macho general!" After recognizing Li Jiuyang, the mentally retarded master smiled: "There are always some sergeants who dislike that the weapons in their hands are not sharp enough, and come to me to help recast them, so I was a little impatient when I spoke just now, and the macho general should not be surprised." ”

"The mentally retarded master is dutiful, and I bothered for no reason." Li Jiuyang said a line that was not nutritious, and then took out the general order that Zhao Da gave him, and said, "General Zhao asked me to come to you with this token, and you can help with something." ”

The mentally handicapped master glanced at it, and said, "The macho general is righteous and squanders money, and the matter of improving the food at noon has spread all over the barracks." Not to mention that there is a general's order, even if there is not, with the heroic energy of the macho general, the small one is willing to help with all his might! ”

Li Jiuyang smiled secretly in his heart, three hundred gold coins can gain the favor of the whole army towards him, this money is too well spent.

"Come on, go and bring my Qinglong Ding, make a tiger-shaped charcoal fire, and I will personally cast troops for the macho general!" The mentally handicapped master didn't wait for Li Jiuyang to speak, and commanded loudly.

"Uh......" Li Jiuyang was slightly stunned: "Isn't the mentally retarded master a prophet?" ”

"Haha, the macho general made fun of it!" Daxiao, the mentally handicapped master, said: "Coming to this kind of place to find me, in addition to building a divine weapon, does the general have anything else?" ”

"Clever!" Li Jiuyang smiled, yes, although this product is called mentally retarded, its IQ is not low.

With the order of the mentally handicapped master, more than a dozen sturdy men in the rear had already carried out a large cyan tripod with a carved dragon and placed it on the stove. Then he took out pieces of charcoal carved into the shape of a tiger from a wooden box and threw it into the big ding.

After everything was ready, the sergeant in charge of pulling the bellows slowly and evenly started slowly, and the charcoal in the big ding turned from black to red, and in less than three minutes, a raging flame ignited.

"General Macho, I don't know what weapon you want to build, have you prepared the materials?" The mentally handicapped master touched his bald head and asked.

"Oh, I want to build a long stick like Zhao Da." took out the iron ore used by the novice village chief to make weapons for himself from the package, and handed it to the mentally handicapped master: "Master, how about you look at this piece of iron?" ”

"It's just a slightly better quality iron ore in the Jiangshan Continent, it's not a big deal." Taking the iron ore in his hand, the mentally handicapped master shook his head disdainfully: "If you cast a long stick, if you let those mediocre blacksmiths in the city cast it, at most one red weapon will be made, even if it is me, I can only create an orange weapon!" ”

"I'll go." Li Jiuyang is now a little impressed by the mentally retarded master. With the same material, other blacksmiths can create red equipment, but if you give the mentally retarded master, you can actually produce orange clothing?

"Macho general, I joined Buddhism when I was young, and later the monks in the temple were killed by the rebels. Although I am a forbidden army, I still remember the precepts of Buddhism and do not speak. The mentally handicapped master thought that Li Jiuyang doubted his ability, and was a little unhappy.

"Master of the mentally retarded, of course I didn't mean that." Li Jiuyang said with anticipation: "I want to ask, if I want a purple piece of equipment, what materials do I need to prepare?" ”

"Purple gear?" The mentally handicapped master thought for a while and said, "Macho General, with General Zhao's strength, he can only use blue equipment, not to mention that you don't have materials, even if the materials are sufficient, the small ones are created for you, and you will be difficult to control!" ”

"Uh." Li Jiuyang scratched his head, yes, he was a little too anxious.

"Macho General, if this piece of iron ore is strongly calcined, the remaining material is estimated to be able to make a steel knife at most, and the quality should be a third-order orange martial art. If you don't like it, you can go to General Zhao and ask for help, as long as he agrees with me to extract some steel essence from other equipment, then maybe he can build a fourth-order green martial arts for you! Seeing that Li Jiuyang seemed a little reluctant, the mentally handicapped master spoke.

"Other equipment? What kind of equipment? Li Jiuyang took out a dagger from the package: "Is this thing okay?" ”

"Any iron product is fine, but the quality of this dagger is so poor that it needs at least 50 of them!" The mentally handicapped master glanced at it and said expressionlessly.

"Any iron will do, that's fine!" Even with the loot he picked up on Taobao, Li Jiuyang now has a full 260 pieces of equipment lying in his package! Found some whiteboard weapons inside, garbage helmets, iron armor, and all of them were still on the ground: "Master of the mentally retarded, do you see that these are enough?" ”

"A total of 57 pieces of iron, it should be enough. But no one is 100% sure about this kind of thing, and if the small one doesn't hit the best, don't be surprised. After counting his subordinates, the mentally handicapped master said: "But the macho general doesn't have to worry, even if it's a junk weapon, if you get the haode materials in the future, the small ones can still be upgraded." ”

"Oh oh oh, no problem, no problem, rest assured, hit hard!" Hearing that the weapon can be upgraded here in the future, Li Jiuyang is even more happy. Hidden sects, even functional NPCs are so awesome!

"Little ones, calcine these equipment of the macho general, and then hand it over to the general!" The mentally handicapped master gave an order, and the sergeant behind him hurriedly picked up the equipment and went to the side to calcine.

The mentally handicapped master held an iron tong in his left hand, first put Li Jiuyang's piece of iron ore in the Qinglong Ding and calcined, and after the iron turned red, he picked up a sledgehammer weighing fifty or sixty pounds in his right hand, and clanked and sparkled.

The mentally handicapped master was very focused when striking iron, and in less than a moment, the originally boxy iron was beaten into a discus. At this time, the sergeants in charge of the first calcination also clamped the quenched steel essence, and the mentally handicapped master put the steel essence on the discus, calcined it again, beat it again, and fused the two into one.

If you build weapons in the main city, you can usually get them all done in two minutes, but now a full five minutes have passed, and the mentally handicapped master has just completed the process of calcination and extraction.

"Macho General, wait a little longer." The mentally handicapped master put the cooled iron into the Qinglong Ding again, and said, "General, because this iron is extracted from many pieces of equipment, although it does not affect the use, the color is different after quenching, and it is very ugly. If the general doesn't mind, he might as well take out thirty gold coins, and wait for me to finish the building, and let the little ones be plated with a layer of gold, and that will be perfect. ”

"Thirty gold coins?" This process is obviously an official desire to collect money, if it is replaced by Li Jiuyang before being hunted down, Li Jiuyang will definitely refuse, but now there are more than 1,000 gold coins in the package, which is not a small amount of money. Therefore, without thinking about it, he took out the gold coins and handed them to the rest of the sergeants.

"Macho General, look at it!" The preparations were basically ready, and the mentally handicapped master roared angrily: "Little ones, take the thunder stick mold!" ”

Before his voice fell, several sergeants had already pushed out a stone mill about two meters long, which was solid at one end and a round hole the thickness of a baby's arm in the middle of the other. The sergeant pushed the stone mill all the way to the bottom of the Qinglong Ding, and aimed the round hole at the mouth of the Qinglong in the middle.

"Add wind, melt iron, grout!" The mentally handicapped master ordered again, and the sergeant who pulled the bellows worked harder, and as the fire in the Qinglong Ding became more and more desired, the iron that had already been burned red began to slowly melt. The red iron juice was like magma, moving along the groove of the Qinglong Ding, and all the zuihou gathered in the middle.

The green dragon dragon in the middle of the green dragon tripod is the head of the dragon below, the tail of the dragon is on the top, and it is completely hollow. Iron juice poured in from the dragon's tail, and under the pull of gravity, it flowed out of the dragon's open mouth, and fell perfectly into the round hole in the center of the stone mill.

"Open the mold!" After all the iron juice was filled, the mentally retarded master ordered again.

A few sergeants passed at each end of the stone mill, and they grabbed the groove above the stone mill with both hands, and then at the same time with both arms, they actually lifted the upper half of the stone mill hard! It wasn't until this time that Li Jiuyang understood that this stone mill was like a mineral water bottle being split in two vertically! Originally, he was still thinking about how to take out the stick, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

Although he didn't know how much history there was in the process of forging soldiers performed by the mentally handicapped master, after witnessing the process of casting a long stick today, he remembered that he had seen a piece of news before.

It is said that when cleaning the 11th hole of the No. 1 pit of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of Qin Shi Huang, archaeologists found a "memory alloy sword". The bronze sword was bent by a 150-kilogram terracotta figurine, which was bent by more than 45 degrees, and when the figurines were removed, a surprising miracle occurred: the narrow and thin bronze sword bounced straight in an instant and recovered naturally.

The "morphological memory alloy" dreamed of by contemporary metallurgists actually appeared in the pit of the Qin Dynasty more than 2,200 years ago, which cannot but make people sincerely admire the miracle created by our ancestors.

Of course, no matter how hard the Kyushu Group tries to get close to history, it is impossible to completely restore the historical truth, and there is only one general meaning. However, Rao is like this, and people can't help but sigh at the wisdom of the ancients.

"Grinding, gilding, quenching!" Of course, the mentally handicapped master didn't know what Li Jiuyang was thinking, so he gave an order.

The sergeant holding the razor and file in his hand first scraped the iron juice that overflowed around the long stick, and then some of the sergeants used iron tongs to clamp the two ends of the long stick and rotate it rapidly, and some of the sergeants took out the gold juice melted by 30 gold coins and brushed it on the body of the stick layer by layer. Zuihou, the mentally handicapped master took a bucket of mountain spring water and slowly poured it on the mold from beginning to end, sneering in his ears and steaming in the mist.

After a while, I saw a strong golden light erupt from the long stick on the mold, and the person couldn't even open his eyes.