Late at night, Chengming hall, side hall.

As the dormitory of the Great Wei Emperor.

The puppet emperor is in the Chengming Palace, which costs 10,000 gold and is extremely luxurious.

Except for the main hall in the center.

There are also many side halls.

Because he was afraid of death, when the Xiaowu army retreated to the Northern Wilderness, he had no soldiers in his hands, and there were many in this partial hall, so he slept casually to prevent the Xiaowu army from cutting him down one day.

In recent years, the military department has ordered them to return to Beijing to visit relatives, and the two teenagers who live in the side hall naturally live here.

Mo Reverse led the troops to train today, and he was tired.

I just want to lie in bed and sleep.

Pushing open the door of the dormitory, he lit the candle by himself, only to find a letter at the head of the bed.

What's the situation?

He picked up the letter with calloused hands.

The envelope is delicate, with two large characters written on it.

"Battle Post"

Depend on!

Whoever is especially bold and fat, give him a war post.

Don't die.

He was instantly refreshed.

Take the letter apart.

When I saw the big words on it, I roared instantly.

"Damn, Song Yanzhi, there's something wrong with you!"

The little eunuch at the door was startled.

"Commander Mo is quiet, don't make noise about the emperor."

Mo Zhi shut up.

scolded in his heart and tore up the letter.

Isn't it just that he took a thousand people and beheaded them?

Isn't he jealous that the emperor praised him at the state banquet?

Compare is compare.

He was afraid that he would not succeed in Song Yanzhi.

If you want to talk about these two, they are well-known figures in the Sixth Army of the Great Wei Dynasty.

In addition to the six commanders of the Xiaowu Army, these two have the highest military power.

In the military department, no one is convinced.

Now, Su Liuyu bragged about this divine blade in front of Song Yanzhi.

He also promised to create a unique magic weapon for him.

That night, the letter was delivered.

Lord Xiao Song has a good memory.

He remembered clearly that Beihuang sent the sword spike back then.

It has to be in the open.

Where did Su Liuyu know the careful thinking of these two people.

Since Tang Lao returned to Beijing, the scientific research institute next to the Beijing suburb porcelain kiln factory has been completed.

She ran here twice in three days.

She knows about the forge.

But she only knows the modern forging method, where resources are limited, and only the steel-filled method can be used to make steel.

"Its method, burn pig iron essence to heavy soft collar, several nights into steel. Take the soft iron as the spine of the knife, bathe with the drowning of five animals, quench the fat of five animals, and cut the armor over 30 times. ”

This sentence was specifically checked when she was helping someone write a paper at that time.

And the blade, she knows it too.

The pinnacle of the Cold Weapon Age.

Nightmare on the battlefield.

The head of the famous sword.

It should be the 'Tang Knife'.

This knife is forged from clad steel, which is strong on the outside and soft on the inside.

The knife is peerless, and it can break the waist of the ox with a swing.

If Song Yanzhi wants a sword, he can also use this forging method.

She looked at the shadow beside her.

Pull out the scabbard.

The cold blade sword body is cold, the sword body is engraved, the king is virtuous, and the light is far away.

She stroked the blade.

This knife is also very strong, strong, and it is tempered and forged.

Thousands of tempers, is a hundred steel, but the craftsman, countless tempering, to remove all the impurities in it, can be built, the knife master of this knife, it seems that not to be underestimated.

If only I could dig it up.

She looked at the scabbard again.

On the pair of white eyes.

The eyes are inlaid with jewels, and under the light of the candle flame, they are dark and dark.

The carving is also lifelike.

This is the Great Yue Protector Beast.

Dayue culture does not worship the god of martial arts or the god of agriculture.

Only worship this beast.

She thought for a moment.

This little lamb can be a rui beast, so she Da Wei, why should she have a rui beast.

She decided.

This scabbard is engraved with the eyes of the wolf.

My Dawei can't be compared to the National People's Congress, no.

Night.

She dreamed again that a sheep was striking her with its horns, and her expression was extremely accusatory.

On the day of the wax moon, the wind is cold.

But in the forging workshop of the scientific research institute, the furnace fire ascended to heaven.

The atmosphere around me was hot.

Su Liuyu rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white and thin arms, and was striking iron herself.

He was followed by two old men, and behind the old men were rows of Seiko blacksmiths of Da Wei.

This group of people made blades for the people overnight in the Battle of Zhengyuan, and Su Liuyu invited them over this time to forge and provide assistance for the Great Wei.

Not only this group of old blacksmiths, but also the old man from the porcelain kiln next to him also came over to join in the fun.

"Your Majesty, give us your little arms and legs."

"That's it, don't do this kind of rough work yourself."

"Lord Xiao Song, quickly wipe the emperor's sweat."

Song Yanzhi took a step closer and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Forget it."

He looked at her hand, which was red from the striking iron, and then at the scrapped blade behind her, his brow furrowed slightly.

I knew that it would be so laborious, so I didn't let her fight it herself.

Su Liuyu's hand did not pause.

"Nope."

It seems that it is not at all as easy as imagined.

She rubbed her arm, which was a little sore.

Throw the discarded blade into the pile of scrapped armor.

Song Yanzhi filmed her down and relieved her personally.

"Burn it again, I'm trying."

Feeling the soothing pressure on her shoulder, Su Liuyu's tired arm relaxed a lot.

She looked at his official uniform.

"Isn't your yamen worthy? Run to me all day long, next time Shen Cheng'an will have to take a copy of you. ”

Song Yanzhi rubbed her tiger mouth.

He didn't even lift his head.

"The minister is not worried about the emperor."

"Come on, rub your shoulders again."

Song Yanzhi smiled softly.

Lined by this fire, his arrogant countenance is much softer.

"Your Majesty, don't approve the folds at night."

"Lately, I've been writing a notebook."

Well?

"What's the book?"

Su Liuyu rolled up her sleeves.

"I wrote a biography of the rivers and lakes, ready to recruit heroes and heroes."

“......”

"Da Yue blood drops, I really can't beat them, with the strength of my own people, I'm afraid it's difficult, but I can't allow them to jump, my Da Wei rangers gather, how can I have the strength of an enemy."

Blood drops are the dead soldiers of the Dayuan royal family.

A martial artist.

Or an army of hundreds.

Su Liuyu's martial arts are high, but he can only barely cope with five people.

Don't look at her, she broke 26,000 enemies in a battle.

That group of soldiers has no internal strength.

Just look at the three heroes of Southern Xinjiang, these three people still killed more than 40,000 enemies, but in front of the blood drops, they still have no power to fight back.

And these people are now Duanhua's own soldiers.

She has been stripped of her meridians, and she will definitely not give up.

This enemy has to be guarded against.

She can't beat her, but can't she find a helper?

She's also going to find an army of hundreds.

Revive the Southern Xinjiang faction!

She wiped her sweat.

"Try again, I won't believe it, and you guys will help."

The old men are busy again.

also comforted his own emperor.

"Good things have to be made slowly, don't worry, the emperor, we are a large group of people, we can always think of a way."

"That's it, don't look at our group of old bones, this iron, but it's been fought for a lifetime."

"This blade is not sharp, it is estimated that our steel is not pure, let's try again."

The forge was in full swing, and everyone didn't give up.

Once, twice, three times.

Their eyes are firm, and they must be made for the emperor.

Su Liuyu looked at these craftsmen and smiled with admiration.

Good things have to be made slowly.

My great Wei can craftsmen are all here, what are you afraid of.