The time to learn martial arts always passes quickly, and before you know it, you have to return to the military camp. "call!" Li Qing, whose physique has become much stronger, now travels between the two worlds without much burden. He only sweats slightly and takes a few breaths. Before it was even brighter outside, Li Qing turned up the fire in the forge, and his face was turned red by the light. "More than two hundred kilograms of mountain ax... It's really a big project!" Speaking of which, the heaviest weapon Li Qing had ever forged weighed less than a hundred pounds. It was the refined iron Changge that he forged for Centurion Chen Meng some time ago. The heavier the weapon, the more difficult it is to forge, and the workload increases exponentially. The two hundred kilograms of mountain-breaking ax is destined to be impossible to complete in a day or two. Just smelting the iron ingots and hammering them will take a long time. Li Qing placed the iron ingots piled up in the tent on the red-hot forge and started smelting. As he struck it with hammer after hammer, the iron ingot began to deform and melt faster.
His eyes were so focused that he barely blinked. Although it was not his own weapon, he still forged it very seriously, as if he were treating a work of art. In the early days, he learned to forge iron out of necessity after entering the military camp. Later, he discovered that forging weapons could increase his longevity, so he took up this craft seriously. Later, Li Qing unknowingly fell in love with forging weapons. Even the scorching summer heat and the boiling temperature of the forge could not stop his enthusiasm. ... boom! With Li Qing's powerful hammer blow, the handle of the mountain ax has begun to take shape. The long stick-shaped ax handle is still red in color, and there are mysterious patterns imprinted on it. This was carefully carved by Li Qing for the sake of looking good, and at the same time, it can also increase the friction when holding the axe. A good blacksmith, when forging weapons for others, must put himself in the shoes of the weapon user. The ax grip has been forged, and the next part is the ax body. This is the most difficult part, and it takes a long time. It can be said that most of the weight of the more than 200 kilograms of mountain ax is on this part. The mountaineering ax is a single-sided axe, and its ax surface must be large to ensure the maximum killing area. The ratio between the blade part and the back part of the ax must also be well controlled, otherwise it will easily become difficult to chop. Although warriors are all incredibly powerful, it is naturally best to save some energy when fighting. Li Qing, who had experience in forging axes, was very familiar with it. He determined the size and proportion of the ax in his mind, and then pondered. "The most difficult thing is this piece of black gold. Can this piece really be smelted?" Li Qing frowned and said. From the beginning, he took out this fist-sized piece of black gold and placed it next to the forge. But to his surprise, the temperature of this piece of ink gold did not change much. It just became slightly warmer and did not conduct heat at all!
If it were ordinary metal, it would have become extremely hot long ago. How could you hold it in your hands and rub it like this! Li Qing sighed slightly and could only bite the bullet and put the piece of ink gold into the hottest area of the forge. Gulu gulu~! Li Qing, who was completely immersed in the forging, completely forgot about time. When his stomach growled, he suddenly came back to his senses. "Damn, I forgot to eat!" Li Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly opened the camp tent. He found that it was already approaching dusk. Seeing the bloody setting sun rising from the horizon, Li Qing hurried to the stove hall with his rice bowl, praying in his heart that Fatty Wu would be on duty today. .. Li Qing, who was dizzy with hunger when he walked into the kitchen hall, was extremely moved when he saw the fat figure cooking. "Quick, Fatty Wu, give me two steamed buns to cushion your stomach. I haven't eaten for a day!" Li Qing shouted quickly like a starving ghost. Wu Chong, who was busy, immediately turned around. Seeing Li Qing in such a state, he couldn't help but ridiculed: "You are so arrogant when you come to beg for food, please change your name!" Li Qing quickly said with a smile: "Brother Wu, it's me who's being abrupt. Bring me two steamed buns quickly. I haven't eaten anything for a whole day." Wu Chong, who was round-headed and round-brained, immediately started to smile. He chuckled, and then took out all the big white steamed buns in the steamer on the top floor. "Hey, come on, eat quickly. I'm still wondering why you haven't come here today. You usually come to dinner earlier than anyone else!" As he said that, Wu Chong took a steamed bun and gnawed it. Not to mention how sweet it was. "Stop talking, I've been busy forging iron recently, and I almost exhausted myself!" Li Qing waved his hand, and then asked: "By the way, I recently heard that other battalions of the Wuli Army are coming to the border fortress. When will they arrive at your place? Is there any news?" Fatty Wu shook his head and said, "I don't know the exact time, but it should be soon. It will take a lot of time to organize the army." Li Qing ate the steamed bun silently and said nothing more. ... At the same time, the strong wind that swept the yellow sand in the sky gradually subsided, and the sky began to gradually become darker. A goshawk flew across the sky at an extremely fast speed, leaving a shadow in mid-air. In the distant Gobi Desert, with the help of the dust, a cavalry of about 5,000 people appeared at the end of the northeastern skyline. The full-winged goshawk landed directly on the arm of a leader at the front of the cavalry team. His arm did not move at all, as if the weight of the goshawk did not exist. This was a man with a face full of flesh and a fierce face, and there was a hideous scar at the corner of his eye. The man wearing an animal skin waistcoat pulled out a piece of cloth wrapped around the goshawk's claws, and then read some information on it. "Chief Tuwahar, is there any change in the deployment of the Fortress of Wangyuan City?" Another man who looked quite wise walked forward and asked softly. Tuwahar's mouth was cracked with laughter, and he said excitedly: "Well, the defenders are nearly half gone, and the reinforcements have not arrived yet!" "This is a godsend opportunity, maybe we can directly capture Wangyuan City!" However, the wise man shook his head and rejected it: "It is absolutely not advisable to capture the city. This will attract the most violent counterattack from Fengguo. The tribe cannot withstand such a blow, so Liangguo should be the first."
Tuwahar then tied the cloth to the feet of the hawk again, and then let it fly out again. "Well, although the army of Fengguo is vulnerable, those martial artists are indeed a trouble." "Let's act according to the original plan, grab food, cloth, iron, and those... Mojin mentioned by the immortals in the tribe, it's better to grab them all at once!" After the voice fell, the burly and wild Tuwahar squeezed the horse's belly fiercely, and the speed of the horse under his crotch suddenly exploded. Then, the more than 5,000 cavalrymen behind him also began to speed up. ...
