Three days later, a piece of news shook Beiliang.

Zhao Gan was treacherous first, and during the alliance between the two countries, Chen soldiers bordered and wanted to attack and disturb the Daliang frontier.

Chen Xuankai, the secretary of the special military department, and Liu Li, the general of Huwei, led 30,000 troops to the frontier.

In addition, the alliance between the two countries was abolished, and the two countries of Dayu jointly sent troops to Zhao Qian.

Zhao Ding, the ninth prince of Zhao Qian, was allowed to leave Beijing within three days, and he was not allowed to stay, otherwise he would be treated as a spy of the enemy country.

As soon as the news broke, the whole country was in an uproar

In Luoyang City, there was an endless stream of people denouncing Zhao Gan, and countless generals invited troops to go to the frontier to fight against Zhao Gan.

It can be described as a great momentum.

There is a great move to boil the whole country.

At the same time, however, the other side.

A well-guarded carriage drove slowly down the mountain path.

It was none other than Zhao Ding sitting in this carriage.

Looking at the head of Luoyang City that had completely disappeared behind him, Zhao Ding stretched lazily.

For the next period of time, I was finally able to rest.

Compared with when he came, in addition to Zhao Ding, Yang Fu, Zhang San, and Lu Tao, there was also an old man with a simple face like a peasant man, and the old man looked unremarkable, and even looked a little unsmiling, but only the arms were exceptionally thick.

Tiger back bee waist, bullet legs!

In particular, the tiger's mouth is covered with thick calluses, and at first glance it looks like a person who has been handling weapons for many years.

To be precise, it is a person who has been striking iron for many years.

In fact, this old man with a simple face, like an old farmer, is none other than Xiao Dingxuan promised Zhao Ding that among the 1,000 blacksmiths, he is the most proficient in smelting technology.

Even in the Northern Liang Casting Soldier Valley, it is second only to Ou Yezi, the master of Northern Liang smelting.

At this moment, the old man was playing with a crossbow arrow that was no more than the size of a palm.

The blade of the arrow is light, and the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, and it can easily pierce through the armor with a single shot.

"Old man, what's this thing like?"

Zhao Ding sat up and raised his eyebrows, looking at Yang Hu with a straight face.

"Lord Wang, since you have such a divine object in your hand, why do you want to go near and far, and dig out your mind to let the old man and others lead the team into the work."

Yang Hu put down the delicate crossbow arrow in his hand and looked at Zhao Ding with emotion.

In his opinion, since Zhao Ding was able to make such a delicate small object as crossbow arrows, he naturally did not need those of them who were good at forging swords and smelting iron to help Daqian improve his smelting skills.

"That's naturally different, the same thing is made in the hands of the blacksmith under my hands, and it is completely different from the old man's hands.

I wonder how much you can shrink this crossbow arrow with your means, old man? ”

Zhao Ding shook his head and asked.

For people who really have craftsmanship, he still has great respect, not to mention that Yang Hu has been immersed in the way of smelting for many years, and has never started a family all his life, all his thoughts are on the art of smelting, such characters have touched the peak of this world for the way of smelting, and the only restriction is the smelting thinking of the current era.

And this is just complementary to him.

Thinking about the scene of the Daqian army holding a bird gun in the future, the corners of Zhao Ding's mouth couldn't help but grin.

A bird gun in hand, any crossbow arrow is scum.

After a volley, even Yu Wushu had to rest.

Hearing Zhao Ding's words, Yang Hu frowned, and took a deep look at the sleeve arrow handed over by Zhao Ding: "Lord Wang, in my opinion, the current production method of this crossbow arrow has reached the current limit, even if it is improved, it will be reduced in size at most, but in this way, the power of this sleeve arrow will be reduced, unless you can find a better bowstring than the bowstring made of calf tendons on this crossbow arrow at the moment, otherwise, even if the volume is reduced and it is easier to carry, the power will be greatly reduced."

Pay for one's whistle. ”

I have to say that Yang Hu has been immersed in the way of smelting for many years after all, even if Beiliang is limited by materials, the quality of the bows and arrows produced is far less than that of Daqian, but he has no understanding of arrows.

At a glance, he saw the drawbacks in Zhao Ding's vision, and gave an alternative plan.

Listening to Yang Hu's words, Zhao Ding was also slightly happy, but he finally let him get something good.

It's not in vain that he put so much effort into it.

Later generations of bowstrings were basically nylon ropes instead of beef tendons.

In particular, the power that some good nylon ropes can burst out is still on the cow tendon, but unfortunately, due to scientific and technological reasons, many ideas cannot be realized.

And it is almost impossible to find something to replace the calf tendon in this era, or something that is far better than the calf tendon.

For this, Zhao Ding naturally understands from the bottom of his heart.

However, Yang Hu's insight made him extremely satisfied.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ding took a deep breath, looked at Yang Hu and said: "The old man is so talented, it is a pity to stay in the place of the Casting Soldier Valley for the rest of his life, this king is willing to pay ten times as much to invite the old man to stay in Daqian, and devote himself to improving the smelting technique for my Daqian, and teach the apprentices?" ”

Although he and Xiao Dingxuan agreed that a thousand blacksmiths who were good at the smelting art of the Northern Liang would enter the work in batches to improve the smelting art for him, but the technique is not that you are willing to teach it if you want to, just hide it and it will take a lifetime to improve, so even if there is Xiao Dingxuan's order, the art of attacking the heart is also indispensable.

Especially Yang Hu, a person who has been immersed in the way of smelting for almost all his life, must be moved by affection, know with reason, and never be overwhelmed.

"Lord, the old man is alone and has no family, and the money given by the court is enough to spend ten times the amount of money, and it is just a matter of more and less for the old man."

Yang Hu replied.

Sure enough, he refused.

Listening to Yang Hu's words, Zhao Ding was not the slightest surprised.

Any person has arrogance, let alone a person like Yang Hu, even more so with the skills he has mastered, if he is willing, he can live well in any of the five countries of the Central Plains.

So the first refusal, Zhao Ding did not have the slightest surprise in his heart.

At this moment, the carriage suddenly trembled.

The carriage that had been moving suddenly stopped.

Looking at this scene, Yang Hu frowned slightly and glanced at Zhao Ding suspiciously.

Zhao Ding explained: "The old man will not mention this matter for the time being, this king is not in a hurry, but for now, I also ask the old man and this king to change the carriage and return to Daqian." ”

"Why?"

Hearing this, Yang Hu frowned slightly, and then looked at Zhao Ding suspiciously: "Didn't the prince think that His Majesty would send someone to assassinate the prince?"

There is absolutely no such possibility, and now that the prince has reached an agreement with the crown prince of my dynasty, why did His Majesty come out of this way to kill everything? ”

Zhao Ding grinned and said: "Old man, didn't you just say that this king and your crown prince have reached an agreement, since an agreement has been reached, wouldn't it be the same whether there is a king or not?" ”