Ma'am help, the general is in trouble again

Chapter 114 Refining Hot Metal
"General, what should we do now? If Yan Luo waits impatiently for a while, raises his arms and calls out, and the soldiers are about to attack the city, the current strength of our Fenggu Sand City is not enough to fight."

"What should we do? Knowing that the situation is tense, why don't you hurry up and ask someone to bring Mo Ye and that girl together! We don't recognize each other, so it's possible that Yu Wencheng still can't recognize his wife?"

Since he wanted to find his wife, wouldn't it be enough for them to return him a wife?
"But, but that girl... she's gone! Sima has been digging three feet in the camp, but he still hasn't found anyone."

When Yang Gu heard this, he suddenly became ill: "Didn't it mean that she was seriously injured? How did she run away? Could it be that someone took her away?"

"Being taken away by someone, or running away by himself, it's possible, because Sima lost something terrible... You are the same, this is the military doctor's evidence, he woke up after being attacked from behind, his clothes and identity are all gone. It was transferred."

"What? Throwing something? What does it matter to me?" Yang Gu was puzzled.

The subordinate couldn't bear it and said: "Your century-old ginseng was brought by Sima to make up for that girl. After she disappeared, not only Sima's holy medicine was stolen, but also your old ginseng. See..."

After hearing this, Yang Gu almost couldn't catch his breath.

He gritted his teeth: "Mo, Ye, you bastard! Since you lost him, let's tie up Moye, the culprit, and solve it. I don't care about it!"

Knowing that the general was speaking out of anger, the subordinate wondered: "Why don't we explain to the people below that he was lost?"

However, Yang Gu sneered and said sarcastically: "Then you go and try it out. If you can't hand over his wife, Yu Wencheng will be so simple and let it go? Even if he is really lost, it will be lost in our hands. If you don't find him When he comes back, he will retreat in hell."

The subordinates were also aroused with arrogance: "If it's really not possible, let's fight against Ye Kingdom. It's not like we haven't won the army of Ye Kingdom."

"I have no choice but to do this." Yang Gu still had a cloud of worry in his brows, unable to relax.

He thought to himself, that was in the past, and now Yu Wensheng's army is probably not what it used to be...

After standing in a stalemate for about half an hour, Mo Ye and the heavy halberd rushed over together. At the same time, the north gate and the outside of the city were filled with giant deer troops, forming an arrow pointing directly at the south gate. Once the opponent takes siege measures, they can attack from left to right, and attack together with the central army in the city.

As soon as he saw Mo Ye, Yang Gu's eyes widened, and he rushed forward angrily: "You boy..."

However, Moye's face is even uglier than him now.

There was a fierce light in his eyes, and a gloomy venom appeared on his face: "Okay, I don't want to hear any lessons and complaints now, what did you send someone to say just now? Yu Wencheng's wife is Zheng Quchi?"

When Mo Ye first heard about this, he thought it was extremely ridiculous, even very funny, and he did laugh out loud because of it.

Thinking of what Yu Wensheng had done to Zheng Quchi, if Zheng Quchi was really his wife, he could only say that Yu Wensheng...he was purely sick.

Seeing his frightening expression, Yang Gu panicked immediately, but he still stiffened his neck and said angrily, "Yes, yes, have you found someone yet?"

Clenching his teeth, Mo Ye quickly climbed up the tower, and saw Yu Wencheng and other soldiers and horses below, forming a fan-shaped enclosure in front of the city gate. The army was crowded outside the city like black clouds.

He raised his cloak and draped it, and shouted to Yu Wencheng below: "Yu Wencheng, tell me again, who is your wife?"

The moment he looked up and saw Mo Ye, Yu Wencheng unexpectedly remembered the scene of him carrying Zheng Quchi away on the edge of the cliff. The scarlet light in his eyes was swallowed up by the darkness bit by bit, leaving only A bottomless aura storm: "Return Zheng Quchi."

Meeting his eyes, Mo Ye immediately confirmed one thing, what Yu Wensheng said was true, he was indeed here to please people.

And that person is really Zheng Quchi, whose alias is "Sang Xuanqing".

But just because this matter was confirmed, Mo Ye couldn't understand it even more. He even thought that Yu Wencheng had some kind of hallucination, so he thought that Zheng Quchi would marry him?He married Zheng Quchi again?
Before, he always believed that Yu Wensheng deliberately used this excuse to carry out a reasonable and legal crusade against Julu Kingdom.

Mo Ye has always known that Zheng Quchi has a secret love for him. He doesn't believe that Zheng Quchi will marry him willingly, and Yu Wensheng, an unintentional monster, shouldn't condescend to marry a man with no background. The peasant girl who speaks.

After thinking about it, he felt that this matter was pure nonsense.

"Hahahaha——fuck it, if she is really your wife, is this how you treat her? If she is not dead, you still want to chase after her?"

His vulgar words did not arouse Yu Wensheng's emotions, but his last sentence angered Yu Wencheng: "Shut up!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, are you angry? It's really rare. Haven't you, Yu Wencheng, always been a monster who can only laugh? So there are other expressions on your face?" Mo Ye mocked with an exaggerated face.

After Yu Wencheng's eyes were fixed for a second, his emotions stabilized. His snow-white fingers caressed the horse's back hair: "Mo Ye, if you don't want to make trouble in the end, you'd better hand her back. This is me. There is one and only this one kind reminder.”

Mo Ye was never someone who could be easily threatened. With a sneer, he pulled out a short woman in a cloak from his body. The woman was obviously weak and wobbled. With such a strong pull, he almost fell to the ground.

The wind blew the brim of the hat up, and under the dim light, she lowered her head, her complexion was dark and dark, revealing some round and straight nose tips and tight pale lips.

Mo Ye said: "Give it back to you? Well, this woman is going to die anyway, and it's a money-losing business for me to keep her. Don't you want her? Then I'll be more generous and give it to you!"

When he said the last sentence, his voice was cold and furious in vain. He picked up the petite person, walked to the parapet, and threw him violently towards the tower without saying a word.

On the city wall that was more than 20 meters high, a weightless figure facing the wind fell rapidly, like a swallow with broken wings, sternly and tragically drawing an arc...

Everyone felt their breath tightened, and stared wide-eyed.

And Yu Wencheng raised his eyes, the night was dim, he only felt the nightmare that made him sleepy and intoxicated in the previous scene came again.

His face suddenly turned pale, and when he kicked his feet, he flew high, and he stretched out his hand to embrace the falling person into his arms——

But at this moment, an arrow shot from behind in a gust of wind, he couldn't avoid the situation in the air right now, but another arrow shot from behind in time, collided with it, and with a bang, the momentum was distorted, and both of them fell down.

Seeing that this arrow in the back failed to kill Yuwen Sheng secretly, and even failed to damage his fur, Moye frantically swept down to the army below, and finally fixed his sight on a man with a quiver on his back. He is a heroic general who secretly hates Yu Wensheng's numerous elite generals.

No, not her!

The moment Yu Wensheng received the person, he pushed him away suddenly, but saw the woman disguised as Zheng Quchi pull out a dagger and sprint towards his vital position.

Yu Wencheng didn't dodge, rubbed his arm with his backhand, broke the wrist bone, and the woman whimpered miserably in an instant.

Her gaze was like a swimming poisonous snake searching through her clothes. These were undoubtedly the bloody clothes that Zheng Quchi once wore, but the person was not, she was just a counterfeit.

Where is the real Zheng Quchi...

The gesture jumped up until it reached the fragile neck bone, and there was only a crisp "click".

The assassin in disguise lost his breath and fell limp to the ground.

"Isn't it still?" Yu Wencheng laughed, lowly, nervously, like a mosquito quivering, laughing wildly and wildly, he raised a pair of completely undisguised eyes, and tilted his head to stare at Moye above.

"Then I can only take it for myself."

The soft voice, as light as a whisper, was accompanied by an endless dark aura, which seemed to rise up with a sinister aura, trying to drag everything in the world into the Avici Hell that he ruled.

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Zheng Quchi's head was climbing up the mountain slowly like a snail, and he accidentally ate too much old ginseng along the way, and he started to have a nosebleed.

She was sweating profusely, on the one hand she was worried that there would be pursuers, on the other hand she was also afraid that in this dark night, a snake would suddenly jump out, or a beast would jump out.

Frightened all the way, I touched my nose and found blood on my hand...

She looked at it, and when her nose was sore, she suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness.

But before the tears flowed from her eyes, she forcibly endured them back.

Wiping her nose with her sleeve, she told herself that she had no time to feel sorry for herself, that if she wanted to survive, she would have to fight.

In the end, with extraordinary perseverance, she found the thatched cottage indicated by the military doctor's map.

After walking on the mountain road all night, she was tired and thirsty, so she braced herself to scoop a ladle of water in the water tank, gulped it down, and then curled herself up into a haystack, exhausted Drowsy and fell asleep.

However, she didn't sleep very well this time. In her dream, she returned to the heavy snowfall. In her dream, there was always a pair of cold and ruthless smiling eyes. Struggling, one palm pushed her into the abyss——

"Ho..."

Zheng Quchi woke up with a start, covered in cold sweat.

At this time, the pain from her slow body finally came again, and she kept a movement and slowed down for a long time before she could barely move.

The swollen and throbbing pain in her chest made her breathless. She tore open her skirt and looked at the large piece of dark skin. She closed her eyes and continued to gnaw on the old ginseng.

The military doctor said that the old ginseng will save her life, and she will take it in small amounts and many times once she regurgitates it.

Because she didn't know the "less" in traditional Chinese medicine, she made up too much for a while, but this time she presumably reduced the amount, and didn't dare to eat more, for fear of nosebleeds again.

After swallowing with cold water, she took out the brocade box.

Shaking the box body, there is an arrow-shaped lock on it. The material of the lock body is quite solid, and the quality is so high that she can't even break it with a stone.

But as long as there is a keyhole, she can find a way to open the lock through the internal structure of the lock and the route of modern people.

But the premise is that she has to have a lockpicking tool.

She needs a wire that can be bent and shaped in any way.

But she searched all over the thatched cottage, but found no useful wire, only a piece of iron tied to a wooden stick.

It is estimated that it is a knife made by a military doctor and used for felling.

She once watched a wilderness survival program. If she was in the wild, she could use a homemade stove to melt iron into molten iron and recast its shape.

Since she couldn't find the wire, she had to do it herself.

First she had to build a small stove.

The furnace wall needs the kind of soft and sticky Yellow River mud. Thanks to the site selection of the military doctor, there is a small stream that is about to dry up nearby. She found suitable soil from it and wove baskets with rattan by hand. Ship back and forth in the box.

Then in order to make the flame in the furnace reach a high enough temperature and burn at a constant speed, she also needs to make a blower.

She scraped off some suitable bark, and used the branches as a frame to make a fan-shaped rotary shaft spindle blower. It can perform mechanical movement only through simple repeated rotations, which not only saves physical strength, but also adds more energy to the stove. The stronger the wind, the faster it turns, the bigger the fire.

She also had to make a raft and punch a hole in the middle for the flame to pass through, completing the interior of the stove.

With the whole body in place, it's time to smelt molten iron.

There is spare charcoal in the thatched house, which saves her the time of burning charcoal. She squeezed a clay cup first, then removed the iron piece from the stick, and put it into the cup.

Then put the cup into the furnace and put enough charcoal around it, and then set it on fire. The rest of the time is continuous high-temperature firing.

During this period, it was necessary to continuously add charcoal blocks to maintain high temperature. Finally, after the iron sheet melted into water, she picked up the cup with a tong, and poured the molten iron into the mold made earlier in the morning to cool and shape it.

After a lot of hard work, she finally got a few barely usable thin wires.

After getting the tool to pick the lock, she carefully bent it into the arc she wanted.

First bend the head of the wire into a right-angle shape, and then try to put it into the keyhole. If there are a few small cylindrical iron rods in the keyhole, just push them all up and turn the wire, it may get stuck. open……

However, she didn't open it, it seems that the first method will not work

So, she changed another way.

That is to bend the head of the iron wire into a triangle, slowly insert it into the keyhole, and then gently turn it in one direction. Her ears are close, and she pays attention to the movement at all times. Do it again in the same way as before, and repeat it several times... Kacha!
Zheng Quchi heard a crisp sound, took a breath, his eyes exploded like a candle wick, and the light burst out.

opened? !

Her heart beat faster, her palms were sweating, she tore off the lock, and then lifted the lid of the brocade box...

However, they found that what was inside was not like a dark, swollen pill, but a beautiful, slightly translucent white crystal, similar to a plum cake.

If it wasn't for the faint smell of Chinese medicinal herbs, she would have thought it was a piece of white cake the size of a thumb.

"Is this really a holy medicine?"

Zheng Quchi, who had no experience, couldn't help but start to become suspicious.

(End of this chapter)