Iron Slag then climbed up and stared warily at the old man, Robin Silo, who claimed to be the guardian of Iceland. After the old man introduced himself, he stopped talking, just stared at the iron slag. The old man and the young confronted each other for a while, and finally the young man couldn't hold his breath and took the lead in speaking.

"Why do you allow a bunch of adults to bully a little girl, if you call yourself the guardian of Iceland? Why is it allowed to multiply interest thirteenfold in a year and a half? Iron Slag asked. In his opinion, the Guardian should be the same as the Sheriff of Iron Mountain Town, maintaining the basic order here. In addition, the strength shown by this old man is not something he can deal with, so he must find a reasonable excuse for himself to kill.

"It's a rule in Iceland that hasn't changed for hundreds of years." The old man replied calmly.

"The rules here are better than Iron Mountain Town! Than Sand Castle! Crueler than any place I've ever been! Iron Slag said eloquently. This is what Lena taught him, in front of people with status, to put himself on the side of reason as much as possible.

The old man stared at the iron slag, and suddenly waved his hand, and a white light passed through the side of the iron slag. The sound of "brushing" brought up a wave of qi. Looking sideways, a shallow mark appeared on the ground, extending from his side to the sea.

The old man stroked the blade of the sword and said to himself, "Her name is 'Attachment to the Deep', which symbolizes the identity of the guardian of Iceland. Then he looked at the iron slag and said in a deep voice, "If anyone can take her from me, they will make new rules in Iceland." ”

"Young traveler, if one day you have such strength and want to do something for Iceland, come to me." After speaking, the old man's wrist turned, and the blade of the sword reflected the dazzling sunlight. Iron slag instinctively reached out to block it......

After the bright light, when he saw clearly ahead again, the old man had disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared. After a moment's pause, he turned his head to look at the mess in the spot, where the reformer was still half-kneeling, as if frightened and unable to move. The other three strong men all looked at the iron slag dumbfounded, neither daring to step forward nor leaving.

Iron Slag quickly came to his senses, picked up two bloody money bags next to the body of the red-turbaned man, and turned to leave. As he was about to board the ship, as if he remembered something, he turned back, opened his purse, counted 15 gold coins, and threw them on the unconscious clerk. Then he returned to the boat and shouted to Feng Yun, who was stunned: "Go!" It's time to go! ”

"Woo......"

A moment later, with the melodious sound of a whistle, the Beidou slowly left the harbor and sailed to the far north......

There is still a long way to go from Iceland to the snowy ice fields, and it will take about a month.

The morning after the departure, Iron Slag brought Iron Bell to the kitchen and made her first request: "Eat!" ”

It is necessary to eat enough food every day, no less than three pieces of cheese bread and one kilogram of meat. However, this does not seem to worry about iron slag, although Tie Ling looks thin, but when he eats, he is not ambiguous at all, and the amount of food is even larger than that of iron slag, chasing the short and fat chef and captain - Feng Yun.

After breakfast and half an hour's rest, Iron Slag took Iron Bell to the deck and made a second request: "Exercise!" ”

The goal is 500 push-ups, 500 sit-ups, and 2,000 jump ropes a day.

Feng Yun, who was standing on the sidelines to join in the fun, put forward an opinion: "Actually, mopping the floor is also a kind of exercise. ”

As a result, Tieling's goal became to mop the deck, 500 push-ups, 500 sit-ups, and 2,000 jump ropes every day.

"In fact, learning to handle food is also a compulsory course for girls." Feng Yun added.

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded in agreement.

"Actually, it's not bad to pull the rope, it can exercise arm strength." "Hmm." "By the way, I also have to learn to swim, and then when I get to the safety of the shallow sea, I swim three thousand meters a day." "Hmm."

Tie Ling listened blankly as Feng Yun and Tie Slag discussed her workout plan, and there seemed to be some fear in her eyes.

"It's your goal for the future, and you don't have to do it right away." In the end, Iron Slag explained, and Iron Bell subconsciously patted his chest.

After making arrangements, the iron slag returned to the cabin, turned everything out, laid them on the bed and on the floor one by one, and began to count them......

In terms of supplies, there were more than 300 compressed biscuits, 23 cans of standard dining cans for the garrison, two high-polymer batteries, six portable lithium batteries, five flashlights, one fuel lamp, 396 scattered bombs, three fragmentation grenades, and one flash grenade.

Merlin had only two rounds left, and it was already in the chamber. These special explosive bombs are difficult to sell in the market.

In terms of equipment, a straight machete, a double-barreled shotgun, a Merlin revolver, a single-barrel shotgun, an iron plate, two sets of waterproof military uniforms, and a locomotive.

[Alice is not an item or equipment, Alice is an intelligent lifeform] Hearing the sound of iron slag, the front of the red comet lit up, and Alice's hurried voice also sounded.

"A locomotive." Iron Slag repeated expressionlessly.

[Yes, my captain......] Alice's voice visibly wilted.

"A beautiful locomotive." Iron Slag added.

[Thank you, my captain]

After counting the things, the iron slag took the steel plate and the single-barrel shotgun to the mechanical cabin at the bottom of the ship. The power source of the Beidou here is in charge of an old sailor named Ampu and a teenager named Doudou.

Amp is a mechanic in his 50s who spends his days at sea, mainly responsible for the maintenance of boat engines. Doudou was Amp's assistant, and when he first got on the ship, the sailors thought that this white boy would definitely not know anything and could not do any work except for the lack of labor.

As a result, after a period of time, Doudou showed his outstanding talent for machinery, and soon won the appreciation of Old Amp, accepted him as an apprentice, and took him with him to help him.

"Brother Tie, why are you here?" Seeing the iron slag coming down, Doudou greeted him excitedly. While wiping the grease from his hands with a rag, he invited Iron Slag to sit down in the corner.

On the wall of this corner is a half-cut tin oil drum with a ceramic tea set on top of the oil drum and small chairs welded with iron bars on either side. This corner is the rest room of their master and apprentice, and it can also be used for reception. Feng Yun would come down to drink tea and chat with Lao Anpu when he was fine.

After sitting down, Iron Slag took out the steel plate and single-barrel shotgun, and briefly explained the intention. He was going to cut the long edge of the steel plate into a triangle on one side and a triangular tip on the wide side of the steel plate, and then weld the handle to make a straight machete. In addition, he also wanted to modify the single-barrel shotgun, which required sawing/barrel shorting, modifying the loader, and converting the 125-centimeter-long single-barrel shotgun to 80 centimeters long.

Old Amp heard the conversation between the two, got out of the boiler, walked straight to the oil drum, picked up the single-barrel shotgun, and looked at it carefully for a while.

"Hmm......" Old Amp mused, "this is the 'Winchester M1887' copied by Wilderness Heavy Industries, which can be changed to about 80 centimeters, but if you want to abandon the automatic loader and change it to manual filling, I personally don't recommend changing it like this." When asked how to change it, Old Amp suggested, "The butt is sawn short, the barrel is sawn off part, and the lever is shortened, which can be reduced to 103 centimeters." After the iron slag agreed, Old Amp picked up the shotgun and dropped a sentence, "I'll change the gun, and you can tinker with the steel knife yourself." And then he left.

Then Doudou brought in a flywheel, replaced it with a grinding disc, and began to cut the steel plate. This steel plate is 5 centimeters thick, and according to Feng Yun, the seller removed it on the Tiger mecha, and the hardness and toughness are very high. The two of them worked hard for most of the day, polishing seven or eight grinding pieces, and finally cut off a corner of the steel plate and made it into a knife tip.

"This thing is so hard." Iron Slag scratched at his hair, unable to imagine what the old cow had done before.

"That's good stuff." Doudou looked at the silver-white facet of the steel plate and said, "This is secret steel, which is the top steel in the industrial products at present." ”

"Is there anything special?" Iron Slag asked.

"It is said that it was dug up in other planes, and only the Central Continent can refine this kind of steel." Doudou pointed to the texture of the cut surface and said, "Look at this, the texture of this steel is very peculiar, even if it is dissolved and reshaped, it still has this texture." ”

"What's in it for you?" Iron slag is completely ignorant of this.

"These textures can cause uneven density in the steel, but that's a good thing, it makes the steel tougher." Doudou explained.

"Is this secret steel the best?" Iron Slag asked.

Doudou shook his head and explained. Vault Steel is not the best metal material, but it is produced in high quantities and is generally used in high-end machinery, such as the Tiger and Zero. And the best metal materials are generally not used for mechas.

The black iron of the distant mountain veins, the associated ore gold essence of the spirit stone crystal ore, and the mythril of the alpha plane are the best metals at present, and they are mainly used to make psionic power armor.

"You know a lot." Iron Slag sighed.

"That's what I studied in school." Doudou replied modestly.

"Here, help me see what it's made of." As he spoke, Iron Slag pulled out the machete behind his back and handed it to Doudou.

Doudou almost fell to the ground as soon as he took it, the knife was so heavy that it took him a lot of effort to hold it with both hands. After looking at it carefully for a while, he said uncertainly, "This is ...... It's like ......"

"What is it?" Iron Slag asked.

"I'm not sure...... Tie Ge ...... Don't blame me for saying something wrong......"

Doudou looked a little hesitant, Iron Slag frowned, and ordered: "Just say it!" ”

"Like...... It seems to have been smelted with various miscellaneous irons...... Look here...... It seems to be a little rusty......" Doudou said resignedly.

Iron Slag snatched the straight machete and put it back behind his back, saying, "It doesn't matter what material he has, he can cut people." ”

Next, the two continued to sharpen the steel plate, preparing to cut it on one side. However, this piece of secret steel is so tough that the two of them have been making it until dinner time, and they haven't even polished a prototype. It doesn't seem to be a problem that can be solved in a day or two.

The two discussed it for a while and decided to go to the restaurant to eat first, and the rest would be done tomorrow. When he arrived at the restaurant, Iron Slag didn't see the iron bell, so he asked the others. One of the sailors told him that Iron Bell had been exercising and had fainted as a result.

Iron Slag hurriedly rushed to the cabin, opened the door and entered, and the iron bell was curled up on the bed, like a cat taking a nap, sleeping soundly......