Yanguo interior, Shenying Plain.

An ordinary camp somewhere on the plain received a group of uninvited guests today. It was heavily guarded and surrounded by fierce soldiers.

Emperor Muyun Canglan of the Yan Kingdom arrived here today, accompanied by his two sons. Also accompanying him were the Imperial Preceptor Xun Kongzi and the Generalissimo Shen Tu Longfu.

Rows of spears, scimitars, shields and other weapons were neatly placed in the camp, still giving off a slight chill under the sunlight.

The soldiers guarding the surroundings were all royal guards. They were all soldiers who had fought a hundred battles and were brave men. The eyes of these brave warriors on the grassland were filled with excitement.

Because they have already tried this new batch of weapons, and they are indeed much sharper than the weapons they used before.

Who among these men fighting on the battlefield doesn't want better knives and better spears? For people like them who are exposed to wind and blood, victory or defeat is often just a matter of millimeters.

Several figures kept moving among the rows of ordnance, led by Mu Yun Canglan and Prince Mu Yun Duankang.

With a faint smile on his face, Mu Yun Duankang kept telling Mu Yun Canglan about the process of making a new batch of ordnance, and there was excitement in every word.

Following them were His Majesty the Emperor's two right-hand men. From time to time, Shen Tu Longfu and the others would pick up a knife and examine it with very focused expressions.

The national preceptor Xun Kongzi was usually known for being strict and rigid, and ordinary people would not even dare to look at him, but today even his old cheeks had a smile.

The last one was the third prince Mu Yunhuan, whose back was slightly forlorn. He sometimes raised his head to look at the figure of Mu Yun Duankang in the front, sometimes he lowered his head silently and walked forward, with a trace of hatred looming deep in his eyes.

After the Yan State decided to imitate the Beiliang Dao, Zhou Weiran, who was familiar with the situation in the Zhou Dynasty, sent people to search for skilled craftsmen in various counties and counties, either by coercion or inducement, by any means. Coupled with the sudden outbreak of plague in the hinterland of the Zhou Dynasty, Zhou Weiran did get it.

There are many craftsmen who are proficient in forging iron.

As soon as these craftsmen arrived in the Yan Kingdom, they began to imitate the Beiliang Dao. Mu Yunhuan gathered people to dig ore, forge fine iron, and create new ordnance on a large scale.

Mu Yunhuan was originally the person specifically responsible for building ordnance. He had been busy for a year in order to build this new batch of ordnance, which exhausted him, a prince who had been pampered since childhood. It can be said that he was right

The person most familiar with new ordnance.

Mu Yunduankang, on the other hand, just came over to take a look when he had nothing to do, and he didn't expend any effort at all.

But now seeing Mu Yunduankang talking freely in front, asking for credit and rewards, but he was like an outsider in the back, how could Mu Yunhuan not feel resentful in his heart.

But since the failure in the fight for the crown prince, Mu Yunhuan also understood a truth. Now he can't defeat Mu Yunduankang at all. If he does anything wrong, it will become the reason for Mu Yunduankang to kill himself.

Among the so-called five tribes of Yan and Rong, almost only his mother tribe can unswervingly support him. The other grassroots all fell over after Mu Yunduankang returned to the grassland.

So all he can do now is to be cautious, keep his head down, put away all his fangs, and wait for the opportunity to make a comeback.

Mu Yun Canglan, who had been wandering around the camp for a long time, finally stopped. He held a scimitar and waved it twice in the air. He said softly: "It looks good, but I don't know how sharp it is."

"Father, you will know once you try it." Mu Yunduankang made a move and took the Northern Liang Dao from a guard and held it in his hand.

"You are quite confident."

Mu Yun Canglan had a smile on his face, but the scimitar in his hand was already slashing at the Northern Liang Dao without stopping.

"when!"

After a crisp sound, Mu Yun Canglan shook his arm that was numb from the shock, and then carefully looked around the blade in his hand.

"good!"

Mu Yun Canglan, who had been looking at it for a long time, nodded happily and said: "Although it is still far behind compared to the Liangdao, it can be used! Duankang, you have made a great contribution this time."

"Thank you for the compliment, father." Mu Yunduankang bowed respectfully and said, "My third brother also contributed a lot to this matter, and it is not the result of my son alone."

His Highness the Crown Prince knew very well how could Mu Yun Canglan not know that building ordnance was Mu Yunhuan's responsibility. If he didn't mention it, he would look petty and make his father dissatisfied.

Mu Yun Canglan raised his eyebrows slightly, turned to look at Mu Yunhuan who was lagging behind, and said softly: "Huan'er, you did a good job this time. If you want any reward, just go to your elder brother. I am a member of the royal family.

Just treat it as a contribution to the country and keep up the good work in the future."

"Thank you, Father! My son has learned the lesson and will definitely live up to Father's expectations!" Mu Yunhuan responded in a deep voice.

On the surface, he was thanking him, but in fact, Mu Yunhuan had already cursed his mother in his heart. Mu Yunduankang entrusted him with such an errand, and after a year of exhausting work, he received a compliment that was not painful.

As for rewards, is it possible that he actually went to Mu Yunduankang and asked for some favors in a low voice? Then he would definitely be ridiculed.

Mu Yunhuan gritted his teeth and endured this breath, pretending to show his face in front of his father.

Mu Yun Canglan glanced at the equipment in the camp again with a satisfied look, waved his hand and said: "Let's go! The king's tent is discussing matters!"

…

In the king's tent, Mu Yun Canglan and several ministers gathered in front of the map. Mu Yunhuan was missing and Baili Shen was added.

Although Mu Yunhuan is the prince and has the most noble status, he is no longer within the circle of core power unless he can prove his ability again.

"Your Majesty, according to secret reports, the plague in the Zhou Dynasty has been going on for a year. The people have been displaced and the treasury is empty. The time has come to attack Zhou." The elderly Xun Kongzi said softly.

Mu Yun Canglan took two steps slowly, walked to the map and chuckled: "This huge dynasty is on the verge of collapse."

"Father, we can assemble the army and prepare for war now." Mu Yunduankang was a little eager to give it a try.

"Junior brother, don't just stand here, tell me what you think." Mu Yun Canglan chuckled.

The emperor of Yan State still liked his junior brother very much.

Baili Shen bowed and replied: "Your Majesty! After the plague, there is usually a year of famine. The hungry people are afraid that they will jump up and rebel. By then, the Zhou Dynasty will be at its weakest, and our Yan Kingdom will dominate the world.

Opportunity."

The teacher Xun Kongzi standing aside nodded happily, his little apprentice had already become a great talent.

"Marshal Shentu, how long will it take for the new weapons to be distributed to all soldiers?"

"It will take three to five months to get back to Your Majesty."

"It's too slow, Duankang, send more manpower and increase the speed of making ordnance. Within two months, I will see the entire army using new swords!" Mu Yun Canglan said with two fingers.

"My son, I obey!"

Mu Yun Canglan placed his palm on the vast territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty and shouted softly: "Prepare food and grass, mobilize soldiers, and prepare the entire army for war!"
Chapter completed!