The eyes of Mr. Feng and others flashed, and the Jinyiwei began to act secretly, and it was impossible for Jiang Tie to leave.
But suddenly, a sudden change occurred!
Murong Shunhua, who quietly disappeared, appeared again, blocking Jiang Tie's way.
Behind her, thousands of wounded soldiers and soldiers were supported by each other and tied with bandages, which was extremely heroic.
They looked straight at Jiang Tie.
Jiang Tie was covered in hair. How could he face so many people? The old man had a hint of nervousness on his face. What does this mean?
Suddenly, bang!
Many wounded soldiers threw away their crutches, and then five thousand people knelt down like waves, without exception.
The dark place was so dark that all the soldiers knelt on the ground, even if they had no legs, they were still lying on the ground to petition, which was extremely shocking!
Jiang Tie was panicked. He was a little man in his life, so how could he dare to be so many military masters? He subconsciously helped him and found five thousand people. He couldn't help him at all.
"What are you doing?"
Qin Yun also came and was stunned when he saw this scene.
The leader Murong Shunhua actually bowed. There was no hypocrisy under her gorgeous face. If she hadn't taken into consideration the identity of the imperial concubine, she would not be afraid of kneeling down.
The voice was loud: "I would like to ask Mr. Jiang to preside over the repair of the cannon body to avoid the loss of people all over the world!"
Five thousand wounded soldiers shouted, looking forward to it: "I'd like to ask Mr. Jiang to take charge of repairing the cannon body to avoid the trouble of the people in the world!"
The scene was shocking for a while, and it made people feel numb when they saw it. That was the knee of five thousand wounded soldiers who defended their country. Who could bear it?
Jiang Tie got goosebumps all over his body, his face was anxious, and he was sweating profusely: "Get up, get up and talk, don't do this!"
He also kneeled down with a bang.
A soldier roared: "Old Jiang, as long as you are willing to help the court prepare that thing, I will be your son and I will give you a care for you!"
"Yes, I'm there!" A wounded soldier slapped his chest.
Someone else trembled: "You can't die, you really can't die. My eldest brother and second brother are all dead in the battlefield in Youzhou!"
Another soldier cried: "Old Jiang, I am an orphan, and I am willing to be your son. As long as you are willing to help, save the people of the world!"
"Only Your Majesty's weapons can beat the Turks!"
"It doesn't matter if we die, but the elders, women and children behind us cannot be affected by the war!"
"I want to go home, I have an old mother at home!"
"Please, Mr. Jiang, please help!"
“…”
The crying and begging at the top of his lungs was enough to make anyone jealous. Jiang Tie's heart was as good as a rock and could not hold on.
His eyes turned red and he felt compassion. Personal grudges were no longer important.
A little person, at this time of great trouble in the family and country, also has a Bodhisattva's heart. He doesn't want these children to go back to see their old mother as soon as possible.
He understood how painful it is to send black hair when a person is old!
"good!"
"I'll help!"
"I made it! I'll let you go home early!" Jiang Tie gritted his teeth, his veins exposed, and tears fell!
Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, I have admired Jiang Tie. Who said that little people cannot have great feelings?
"Thank you Mr. Jiang, thank you father!" Five thousand wounded soldiers kowtowed, extremely pious.
Jiang Tie had a straight temper and immediately rushed up to support the person, keeping muttering: "Get up, child, get up!"
“…”
Qin Yun felt very uncomfortable about this. If it weren't for the 5,000 wounded soldiers' tears, maybe Jiang Tie would have left.
Murong Shunhua walked up to him: "You won't blame me for taking my own actions, do you?"
Qin Yun smiled bitterly and rubbed her hair: "How could it be? You have helped me a lot. It is not embarrassing to bend down for the dawn of the world."
"If possible, I will bend!"
Murong pursed her lips and smiled, as if a flower was blooming, her fairy spirit was floating. It was the happiest thing she could do except give birth to a baby princess.
Not long after, five thousand wounded soldiers were comforted and sent back to the injured camp.
Jiang Tie looked at these wounded soldiers in his early twenties and felt distressed as if he was looking at his own children, and his life seemed to have found its direction all at once.
He came to Qin Yun with his expression still stiff: "I am helping them, not the court!"
Qin Yun was not surprised at all and said solemnly: "Okay!"
"I respect you!"
He bowed.
Jiang Tie was startled and opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.
As can be seen from the naked eye, Nie Tu and others' expressions improved, and everything was hopeful.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Yun said with thunder and resoluteness: "Old Feng, quickly take Old Jiang back to the depths of the Protectorate's Mansion, and immediately began to preside over the repair of a series of parts accuracy!"
"Nie Tu, Jinzhu cooperates fully, and be sure to build a red cannon as soon as possible and let me see it."
"The news must not be leaked, let the army come and protect it!"
The heavy sounds were quite like a storm. The red-clothed cannon was officially pushed to the last level. Once it was born, the ancestors of the Turks would probably want to move their tombs!
"Yes!!" Everyone yelled and acted quickly!
Soon, everyone left.
Deep in the Protectorate's Mansion, Jiang Tie, with more than 150 top blacksmiths, began to remake the cannon bodies of the red-clothed cannons.
Yes, remade! Don't do anything from the past!
Only in his way could he break through the level. The entire Tianlang City was serving him, and it could be said that it was a thunderclap.
Qin Yun was almost crazy and retreated from the depths of the Protectorate's Mansion. He couldn't sleep at night and rolled on the bed, his blood was boiling, and he kept murmuring. When the red-clothed cannon was born, I wanted Yuangu's head to be blown into a chicken coop!
Murong Shunhua was deeply disturbed by it, and in the end he had no choice but to hold him in, he was honest.
...
Dominate the matter.
The Turkic base camp, where the tent of the king in the North Court stands.
Yuangu is not stupid. If you don’t want the city of Chejun, you will give Xia army a chance to surround and kill.
It was also this night that a terrifying military plan was shot by Yuangu. He stared at the night sky and would inevitably step on the world!
A few days ago, he told Qin Yun that the eight words when the city was dead after the scorching heat was actually just a plan for him to let the Xia army relax his vigilance.
A command tonight will cause the 200,000 wolf cavalry and 100,000 Turkic infantry along the south to start to move quietly. If it is from the perspective of God, Yuangu will change the pattern of the entire Youzhou battlefield.
No one knew his specific plan, and Akins only knew a little, but in just a few days, Yuangu could turn the world upside down without realizing it.
I have to say that he is a hero, rare in a century, and every move he makes must be a killer move!
Qin Yun was not in Youzhou City at this moment, but was urging the birth of the gods, demons and monsters and red-clothed cannons in Xiliang!
This time, both sides have to make the other party die!
Under the dangerous night, a racing game quietly opened...