Everyone wants to escape, but they feel that there is nowhere to go west, the north is a wild place, only the sea in the east can escape, but the sea is boundless, the wind and waves are infinite, and the danger is incomparably high. We didn't want to leave the house, so we were all waiting.

Recently, the Imperial Palace of the Eastern Qi State issued a message saying that the Rongdao people who came to Xiaorongcheng to serve as ethnic teachers immediately settled in Mocheng, which was originally a chaos.

Rongdao people are about to take off. If there is such a person to be their national teacher, how can they be afraid of the Western Qin army led by Ying Zheng?

Immediately, the morale of the entire Western Qin army was high, and the people began to have unlimited confidence that all the blacksmith shops in Mocheng had been taken over by the base at this time, and began to manufacture weapons day and night.

In a small blacksmith shop, there were three people, one forging iron, one for throwing swords, and one for pulling bellows, constantly pulling coal and stone from the furnace.

All three were strong* with three halves, and the sweat on them continued to run down like rain. Not far from the three people, there was a sip of water, and a stream of water drifted beside the sink, and they picked up a few sips of water from time to time and drank a few sips of water. Then keep working.

The sky darkened unknowingly, and iron swords were scattered on the ground around the three of them.

Iron swords are rough, but as the three keep making weapons, the guards come in every now and then to get a basket of iron knives and baskets.

After dark, the three did not stop and continued to fight with the iron sword. In the middle of the night, the three seemed to catch their breath and fell to the ground.

I don't know how long it takes for all three to relax and breathe, then each slowly gets up, goes out to eat, and then goes back to the blacksmith's shop and goes to sleep.

The moon in the sky shone on the earth, and Motown was still busy, with bases coming and going.

The blacksmith in the small blacksmith shop fell asleep, confused, and he felt that he was in a dream again.

For half a year, he had been dreaming, and in the dream he still dreamed of a woman, a beautiful woman in yellow clothes, a silver student.

Every time a woman dreams, she whispers something in his ear, but he always doesn't understand, and he doesn't understand what she's saying, she always seems to be blowing in his ear.

He often woke up before the woman could finish speaking, but when he woke up, he felt very powerful, as if he could crush the iron ore around him at any time.

But sometimes he dreams about my flames differently, and when the flames burn, he feels hot and dry, like he's dying.

When the sky rises, he'll feel paralyzed, with a splitting headache, like he's going to die.

Fortunately, this strange flame hasn't appeared in the dream for a long time, and he doesn't have much time to weaken, so he still has the energy to strike iron and survive here.

God, before the sun came out, someone knocked on the door.

"The people inside hurry up and continue to strike iron swords to support the front line. There will be wars on the front line. If it is slower, our army will suffer countless casualties, so you can't rest now. After the war, the country will definitely compensate you."

Then I saw a group of guards come straight in, sticking an iron sword in the necks of the three.

The three were confused and wanted to complain right away, but said nothing as soon as they saw the iron sword around their necks. They turned over and began to make an iron sword.