"King, it's almost there!"

An old craftsman ran to Wang Yue and said with a smile.

On the urn city behind him, twenty earthen blast furnaces in a circular arrangement emitted heat, and countless soldiers gathered around the blast furnaces......

It's warm in here!

Of course, these soldiers took turns pulling bellows.

This kind of earthen blast furnace must be blown, and the blast has evolved to the bellows, which requires strong men to work all the time.

However, the smelting efficiency of burning charcoal is indeed too low, and the consumption of charcoal is amazing, fortunately, Ma Kuo has already demolished the house in the city to burn charcoal, and Wang Yue also brought back some, but even so, there is no ability to refine the second batch, so this sign is limited to 60,000 catties. Of course, 60,000 catties is not small, a huge sign weighing more than 30 tons is erected on the wild Songnen Plain, as if time and space are out of order......

It's still very exciting.

Wang Yue looked at the expectant gazes around him......

"Open the furnace!"

He said, waving.

"Open the furnace, open the furnace!"

The old craftsman immediately waved his hand and shouted.

At the door of the blast furnace closest to them, two strong men carefully opened the stone furnace door, since it was a one-time and did not need to discharge the slag, and then the molten iron inside more than 1,000 degrees began to flow out, although the melting temperature of the iron exceeded 1,400 degrees, but this kind of slag iron rich in impurities was not so much.

One thousand two hundred degrees is enough.

More than 1,200 degrees of fiery red molten iron immediately flowed rapidly forward on the ramp along the steep slope of the stone trough, and in order to prevent cooling halfway down, a section of the bottom of the stone trough was hollowed out at intervals, and then charcoal was burned underground, and the molten iron flowed in the scorching stone trough. At the same time, the furnace doors of all the other earthen blast furnaces opened, and the same molten iron flowed down the same stone trough, and the entire urn city immediately rose in a heat wave, and twenty fiery iron wires quickly converged towards the huge sign on the ground.

This sign is the same as those stone troughs, which are also stone troughs, and for Ma Kuo, who has more than 10,000 laborers, it is not worth digging some stone troughs at all.

There are no stones in the vicinity.

But this is an ancient city, and there are stone foundations underneath the houses inside, and there is even a huge stupa!

There is a stone.

Soon the first molten iron flowed in.

Immediately after that, the molten iron continued to flow in from all directions, and then flowed along the stone trough in the sign, and soon converged, but the molten iron continued to flow in and increase in depth, and the fiery red sign completed its casting.

Soon all the molten iron flowed into the ......

Of course, it has to be cooled slowly, fortunately, this problem is not worth mentioning, Wang Yue still has time, he just got a letter sent by Xiao Puxiannu, and the news that the latter got before sending the letter was that Muhan had withdrawn from the army, and this letter was a bit long because of the tossing process, in fact, when it arrived in his hands, he had been on the road for half a month.

In other words, Mu Han withdrew his troops half a month ago, and it will take at least ten days to get to him.

It was impossible for Sticky Han to guess that his side was advancing so quickly, after all, there was still the army led by Puruhu, and the cities along the way......

Of course, even if he guessed, Sticky Han was helpless.

His distance is too far, even if the Jurchen cavalry is brave, and even can attack from Taiyuan to Heyang in 20 days, there is nothing to be done in the face of this distance, this distance is nearly three times the distance from Taiyuan to Heyang, and the cavalry can run at full speed for hundreds of miles a day within a distance of several hundred miles, and even a hundred miles a day for two or three thousand miles......

That's an exaggeration.

"Everyone, the artifact has been completed, the mountains and rivers of Liaodong Yongzhen!"

Wang Yue shouted with an exaggerated expression.

There was immediately cheers all around......

He is a god.

He said it.

All that remains is to wait for this thing to cool down, and then drag it up with a war horse, in fact, the next day it can barely be started Wang Yue can't wait to start, countless war horses use countless ropes, around the city wall and pull up diagonally, digging a buried deep ditch below, and filling it up while erecting. Although a small half of it was buried in the soil, in fact, even if it was not buried, it would definitely be buried by the Jurchens when it turned back, and it was just a matter of standing up to satisfy Wang Yue's aesthetics, and then the urn city and those iron-smelting furnaces were all picked up.

In this way, a huge sign stood impressively in front of the city gate of Huanglong Mansion.

Moreover, Wang Yue also specially carried his treasure axe to engrave the inscription drafted by Ma Kuo, to record the origin of this symbol, as well as their surprise attack on Huining to capture Wu Qimai alive.

That's when it's really done.

Then the army began to evacuate the Huanglong Mansion, and everything that could not be taken from the city was set on fire, and the huge symbols on the background of billowing smoke stood like they were in time and space......

"Northern scenery, thousands of miles of frozen ......"

Looking back on this scene in the end, Wang Yue was full of poetry on horseback, and finally started to write this poem.

"Emperor Qin and Han Wu, Tang Sect and Song Ancestor, I understand this, but who is behind this?"

Ma Kuo asked curiously.

"Uh, it's just rhyming, whatever you want."

Wang Yue said.

"I understand the name Khan, but I really don't understand the word Genghis."

Ma Kuo said.

Obviously, he didn't think that Wang Yue was really trying to rhyme.

"Genghis ......"

Later, Xiao Pu suddenly chattered, and kept chattering, the speed was getting faster and faster, and it quickly became a little blurry and weird.

Wang Yue and Ma Kuo looked at him in amazement.

"King, this word is similar to the word "powerful" in the ancient language."

Xiao Pu said with a smile.

Wang Yue looked at him with some horror.

"What is Moegu?"

Ma Kuo said.

"Menggu is a grassland tribe under the Northwest Road Recruitment Division, nomadic herding in the area of the Nan River, west of Kedun City, north of Hedong City, belonging to the Black Tatars, and the chieftain Hebule."

Xiao Pu said.

"Are there Han people on the grassland?"

Wang Yue asked suddenly.

"Yes, there are not a lot of them, the Holy Sect used to migrate the Han people, mainly Han people, Bohai, Jurchen 700 households in the three states of Zhenfang, and then occasionally exiled to the past, but mainly my Khitan garrison, set at the town defense and Weizhao garrison of 20,000 garrisons in the four states, over the years have been transferred back one after another, I don't know how many are left."

Xiao Pu said.

In this way, it seems that the rise of Mongolia depends on absorbing these people.

Otherwise, it would not be possible to explain why the originally obscure small tribe suddenly rose in a few decades, and originally in history, only a few thousand cavalry were brought to the Western Regions by Yelu Dashi, and it is said that there were tens of thousands of cavalry he participated in during the conference in Kedun City, but in the end it was a few thousand that he brought to the Western Regions. That is to say, most of the Khitan garrisons in the four states actually did not follow him at all, and I don't know if there were reinforcements for him later, but there must be a large number of Khitans left in that area.

There are also Han Chinese there.

Liao Shengzong was a hundred years ago, a hundred years ago, hundreds of Han people, there are probably thousands of people there now.

So where did all these people go?

The Jurchens' control of the steppe is far inferior to that of the Khitan, in fact, they have already fought with the Mongols when they finished their lives, and even the Golden Vulture has been dispatched, although they defeated the Mongols, but the nomads of the people, they can't beat and run away, and the Golden Vulture is helpless, and even simply talks with Temujin's great-ancestor Hebule, learn from my Ming Dynasty, give some symbolic gifts and then go back to build the Great Wall......

It's true.

The Golden Vulture also built the Great Wall to defend against the Mongols.

The Jurchens' control over the Mongolian plateau can be imagined.

In this case, it is normal for these old Liao remnants to join the Mongols, and the Khitans there are also nomadic herders anyway.

With emotion, Wang Yue took one last look at Huanglong City, and then started his return journey to the south, the front of Xinzhou was already an empty city, and all the population had migrated, and I am afraid that it had reached Kaiyuan at this time. Tongzhou was also empty, but here they met a group of Han troops from Qizhou, and Wang Yue showed them Wu Qimai as if he were showing off, and the latter silently turned around and fled in a hurry.

When he arrived in Xianzhou again, Wang Yue also pushed Wu Qimai out to show off, but this time it had an unexpected effect.

"Submission?"

Wang Yue looked at the kneeling officials in front of him in astonishment.

"Back to the king, the lower official is also a Han Chinese, the ancestor is the late Tang Dynasty Youzhou Festival to make the king of Yan Zhao, the traitor Liu Shouguang imprisoned the king of Yan Zhao, the ancestor was inevitably harmed by it, led the troops to surrender to the Khitan, and then has been in the Khitan as an official, to the lower official was beaten by a bone, and had to surrender in order to protect the people, but the lower official has been waiting for the society to regain his sight, today the king is the king of the northern expedition, capture the puppet monarch, and the lower official came to ask for guilt."

The latter said in a rambling voice.

"King Yan Zhao?"

Wang Yue was stunned for a moment.

"Liu Rengong!"

Ma Kuo reminded him.

"Ah, you are a descendant of Liu Rengong, since this is the case, get up, but it is okay to surrender, but you must gather the people in the city and go south together."

Wang Yue said.

In this way, all the population on this road was emptied, and finally all of them were shrunk to the south of the Hunhe River, and then relied on the giant city of Liaoyang as a base, with Shenyang as a forward fortress, to resist the Jurchen counterattack in the future. His Daming Kingdom will inevitably face the Jurchen counterattack next, and the good place where the latter can collect money and grain is gone, and in the future, just to eat, he will have to take Liaoshen, a grain-producing area.

Otherwise, what else will you do to maintain his Dajin Kingdom?

"What the lower officials want is to return to their homeland."

This guy named Liu Hong said.

He is actually for this, the last time the migratory army passed by, he was forced to take out a large number of grain and livestock again, and now Wang Yue passed by and asked for grain and livestock, he has a total of two or three thousand households here, and after giving another batch, the rest of the year is really windy. And the common people are ready to move, he really scavenged for food, and the people ate him first, in this case, of course he has to surrender, Wu Qimai was captured alive, this Jurchen is an obvious pill!

"Then hurry."

Wang Yue said.

Liu Hong hurriedly got up, Xiao Pu next to him looked at him with disdain, Liu Hong greeted him awkwardly, but Xiao Pu ignored him, obviously not interested in this kind of guy who kneels for a word.