The sky has just turned gray and white, and loud slogans have already been heard from the Longwuwei camp. Mobile version https:
The soldiers stationed in the camp have begun rigorous training, and under the leadership of various veterans, they have begun to practice various closely coordinated formations.
Young Master Liu was holding a thick quilt and turning over and over. The noise outside was so noisy that it made people unable to sleep.
Young Master Liu opened the quilt and yawned repeatedly as he walked out of the tent. The sky and the earth outside were completely the same color, and the vast expanse of white could not be seen to the edge. It seemed that there was another continuous heavy snowfall last night.
The camp in the army is not as comfortable as at home. When you are thirsty, someone will bring you tea, and when you are hungry, someone will bring you food. Even the most basic washing has to be done by yourself.
After seeing it once, Young Master Liu was already able to fumble around and put on his armor. He took off the tiger skin that Zhang Kuang had placed on the chair and draped it over his body, which immediately made him feel much warmer.
With swaying steps, he walked towards the river. Young Master Liu stirred up the river water and washed Lian, and his sleepiness suddenly disappeared.
Although the river water is not too cold, it is definitely not gentle.
Liu Mingzhi, who wanted to pick up the river water and look at the tiny floating objects on the river, really didn't have the courage. Although the river water is now crystal clear and has not been polluted, the military uses water from the river for drinking and cooking.
Water, but Young Master Liu knew that there were many microorganisms in this crystal clear river water.
If you get infected by something messy, it will be over.
Enduring the discomfort in his mouth, Liu Mingzhi hurried towards the place he had set up yesterday.
Before we even reached the place, we saw the surrounding area brightened by the bright firelight. A group of people were carrying things in full swing, and they were standing aside in full armor, looking on.
"General, it's too early. We got up before daylight."
Zhang Kuang turned around when he heard Young Master Liu's words: "You guys are lucky that you are not my soldier, otherwise I would have whipped you with a horse whip. Winter training is three days, and summer training is three days. Training more at this time will allow them to
One more chance of survival on the battlefield."
Mr. Liu shrugged helplessly. What Zhang Kuang said was indeed correct, but he was already used to sleeping in. You must know that one month before the imperial examination, he had also experienced this kind of day with lights on at three o'clock and chickens on five o'clock.
"General, I dare to ask, why did you ask us all to stop our work as supervisors to get these furnaces and black stones? Could it be that the general wants to use black stones to make iron?"
A man wearing a light green official robe took advantage of his breath to ask Zhang Kuang his question.
Zhang Kuang directly threw the Mo Dao in his hand to this person: "Zhou Jiancheng, look at the heat of this knife?"
"knife?"
Zhou Jiancheng looked at the weird Mo Dao that Zhang Kuang threw over. It didn't matter that the general said it was a knife, but what he wanted to see was the quality, not the appearance.
Zhou Jiancheng held up the Mo Dao in his hand, flipped it over from time to time, flicked the blade with his fingers, and then waved it a few times with some difficulty with both hands.
The weight of this Mo Dao is very different from the Mo Dao used by the famous Tang Dynasty general Li Siye in the records. Otherwise, Zhou Jiancheng's physique would never be able to wield the Mo Dao.
Zhou Jiancheng hissed and breathed cold air from time to time while muttering something incredible.
"Captain Zhang, could you please use your saber?" Zhou Jiancheng said to Zhang Feng, holding up the Mo Dao.
Zhang Feng did not hesitate, straight away pulled out the sword from his waist and said to Zhou Jiancheng: "Stand still."
Zhou Jiancheng staggered his feet and held Mo Dao's long sword tightly: "Come on."
Zhang Feng suddenly waved the simple knife in his hand and struck it.
A clear sound of the sword was heard, and the simple knife in Zhang Feng's hand was broken with the sound, and the knife head was stuck straight into the ground.
Zhang Feng looked at the half-cut sword in his hand with some confusion: "What a sharp blade."
Zhou Jiancheng held the Mo Dao to the side of the torch and looked at it carefully: "It is so heavy that there is not even a gap left. How was this knife made?"
"How's it going? How's the heat?"
Zhou Jiancheng nodded cautiously: "General, excluding magic weapons made by famous masters, this knife is definitely a rare weapon. First of all, the material of this knife is hard to tell. It is worse than hundreds of refined steel.
It must be tough, and its hardness is more than ten times stronger."
"Can anyone among the generals be able to forge such a sword?"
"Even Master Cheng doesn't have this kind of skill. First of all, there is nothing you can do if you don't understand the material of this knife. It's just a piece of cake to make the knife look like it, but it's impossible to have the same power as this knife."
"This is the purpose why the general called you here."
"General"
Zhang Kuang stretched out his hand to stop Zhou Jiancheng from saying, "You will understand when they are ready."
The sound of banging and banging could be heard endlessly, and it was already daylight when everything was ready.
A smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Kuang's mouth: "Little Liu, it's up to you what to do next."
"yes!"
Zhang Kuang took a step forward: "Everyone listens to the order."
Everyone immediately put down their belongings and looked at Zhang Kuang solemnly.
"All the blacksmiths, stonemasons, and carpenters present today must obey Master Liu's instructions. Anyone who disobeys the order will be subject to military law."
"It's an order."
Young Master Liu swallowed his saliva and smiled at a group of people who were staring closely at him.