"It's too hot, isn't it?"

"My mother is also a craftsman, she said that this kind of temperature is not something ordinary people can bear!"

There were soldiers talking about it.

The gold came, and so did the ore.

The temperature was just right, and I picked through the stones sent by the soldiers, picking out a few reddish and white stones and putting them in the furnace.

These are rough copper and aluminum, respectively.

At high temperatures, they are quickly softened.

I got a soldier who claimed to be able to smelt iron and asked him to add wood and wood to me. He took off his cloak, bare his arms, and raised his hammer to strike iron.

Soldier: "Oh my God, there are so many scars on this girl's hands. ”

Soldier: "It's so ruthless, how could she be hurt like this?" ”

"Dangdang"

I focused on thrashing, thinning the stones.

The materials are almost there, the temperature is enough, and I put Kunmo's weapon in the furnace. Then use long pliers to place the metal that has just been beaten into thin pieces on the weapon.

"Hey, are you sure you want to fight like that? It's going to melt away, right?! Seeing his precious halberd being sent into the furnace, Kun Mo exclaimed beside him.

"Trust my technology! That who, quickly add firewood, keep adding! I shouted with joy.

The weapon ignited, and the light came out, and the outer layer of metal was gradually melting, gradually merging with the flakes I had hit.

I shouted, "Even if the pattern on it is gone, when you are free, use a chisel to carve it yourself." ”

"I've lowered my requirements, I just want a handful of molded ones now!" Kun Mo squatted outside, rubbing his hair with both hands, his face full of sadness.

Continuous thrashing in high temperatures is really physically demanding.

Seeing this, the soldier who knew how to smelt iron took my hammer and continued to strike. And I came to the back of the furnace and fanned the wind.

The firewood is enough, and no matter how high the temperature is, the whole halberd will be melted.

But I also need to maintain this temperature so that the soldiers can continue to train.

"Ah Shuang, your face ......" Xiao Luo stood beside him, wanting to stop talking.

The other soldiers whispered and looked at my face in horror.

Meng Er, who was not far away, sat on the ground, pointed at me, and screamed.

"Huh?" I touched my face, only to find that the disguise on my face had melted.

Oh, I forgot about it.

I actually showed my true face in front of the soldiers......

……

Meng'er's position in the women's barracks has always been delicate.

is obviously the family of the criminal minister, but it is different from other female dependents who came to the army. Her ancestors served in the army and used to have a lot of status in the army, but because she supported the empress and refused to obey Luanlu's arrangement, she was sent here. Therefore, even if she is lonely, there is always someone to take care of her.

But it is precisely for this reason that other good families are reluctant to get close to her because of her family's position. And those female dependents who came to the army felt that they couldn't climb high, and as the days went by, those servants died to death, sick and sick, and some of them ate inside and outside and became the officers' outer rooms. Here she became helpless and unaccompanied.

The only one who can talk to her is Xiao Luo.

It's just that Xiao Luo has a cold temperament, and it may be the relationship he has experienced in the past, always rejecting people thousands of miles away. The two seem to be good friends and always take care of each other, but the real emotions in their hearts, they hide from each other anyway.

Therefore, when Meng'er kindly picked up the princess and saw that the princess and Xiao Luo were familiar at first sight, Meng'er was very surprised.

Reading is exciting, reading is wonderful!

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