[Southern Song Dynasty] Splendid mountains and rivers

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding..."

The crisp knocking sound was very clear in the night.In dozens of temporary tents, the bellows were whistling, and the red iron blocks were being forged and gradually deformed. When thrown into the cold water, there was a chirping sound, and thick white smoke rose.

"Hurry up!" The overseer shouted impatiently, the whip in his hand snapped, and lashed the craftsman's shiny back one after another.The craftsmen frowned and said nothing, but they didn't dare to slack off in the movements of their hands.

"If you don't finish the work by the end of the month, I will definitely peel your skins! Do you understand!" the supervisor reprimanded viciously.

There was only an unspeakable silence in response to him.

The sound of Ding Ding Dang Dang iron became more and more clear, and an exciting melody was intertwined in the night.As long as this batch of armor is successfully completed, all the troops in Zhuozhou, Yanzhou, Jizhou, Yizhou, etc. can be replaced.

The damned strange rain half a month ago almost corroded all the usable armor in the Golden Camp!

The overseer's eyes gradually turned red as he thought about the scene where the golden soldiers and iron cavalry would go south again in the future.Rich land, exquisite silk, beautiful women... belong to the Jin people, all belong to the Jin people.Only the Jurchen warriors who came out of the black mountains and white waters are qualified to sit on this picturesque and picturesque land.Song people, weak Song people...

"Grandpa can kill five of them!" The supervisor expressed his inner excitement, then yawned vigorously, and went back to sleep in the small tent next to him.Even if it is a supervisor, it cannot rotate day and night.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding...

"Are you from the Song Dynasty or from the Liao Dynasty?"

Amidst the uniform sound of striking iron, a clear and clear female voice suddenly sounded.Occasionally, some craftsmen looked up and continued to work with their heads down.If it cannot be completed before the end of the month, it will definitely peel off a layer of skin.The supervisor has always been very trustworthy in this matter.

The person who came was a girl who had not yet reached the age of hair, her whole body was wrapped in a thick coir raincoat, and she was wearing a bamboo hat that covered half of her face.She raised her head slowly, her black and white pupils swept around from left to right.

"...Half of them are Song people."

"You little girl is too ridiculous." The craftsman closest to her sneered while banging on the iron block, "Because you're also a Song person, my brother advises you, Get out of here quickly. No matter how you came in, as long as you are seen by a golden man, you will have to peel off your skin if you are not a cow or a horse."

The girl gave a soft "huh" and said, "Thank you, little brother." But she didn't leave.She focused on watching the red-hot iron block in the hands of the craftsman, which was gradually deformed by the huge hammer and the crisp knocking sound, and then plunged into the cold water, with a crackling sound, billowing white smoke...

The craftsman inflated the bellows, which became even more dull in the dull night.

The girl watched quietly for a while, then walked around the temporary workshop.Strangely, no one stopped her this time.Maybe it was because she felt that she was not a threat, or maybe it was because of her saying "half of them are Song people".

This young girl who hastily appeared in the golden camp is Zhao Yuan.

With the shelter of space, she easily slipped into this makeshift workshop.The weapons and armor of the Jinren were all burned by the acid rain, and they had to rush out a batch of new ones overnight.Therefore, all the blacksmiths in Yandi, as well as the Bianliang craftsmen who were forcibly taken to the Kingdom of Jin, were all forcibly transported here to make armor overnight.

The Jin people were very clever and set up this craftsman workshop at the junction of Yanzhou and Zhuozhou.Unless all the gold soldiers stationed in Yan and Zhuoer states are eaten, it is impossible to destroy this primitive arsenal.

What frustrates Zhao Yuan the most is that she can't make gunpowder.

Whether it is the powerful nitroglycerin or the oldest black gunpowder in China, she understands, understands, mixes, does not, comes out, comes out.

It's really useless to be a scholar.

Zhao Yuan sighed leisurely, and stopped at the corner of a forging platform.

This is an extremely inconspicuous forging platform, and there is even a thin layer of dust on the platform.A lame, gray-haired craftsman held a small hammer and knocked a small iron nail messily.Zhao Yuan had seen this kind of small nails in the pile of materials before. They were used to drive horseshoes, so that the horses' paws could run farther and longer without directly touching the ground.

It is it.

Zhao Yuanzai looked at it carefully for a while, put his hands in his coir raincoat, and took out a small hard object with metallic luster in a short while.The old craftsman raised his head and glanced at her, then lowered his head absentmindedly and continued his work.As for who Zhao Yuan was and what he wanted to do, he didn't want to know at all.

There were soft "噫" sounds and inhalation sounds all around.

Blacksmiths recognize that lump.It's called tin.As early as thousands of years ago, craftsmen would add tin and chrome to bronze swords to make the blades perfect.At this time, seeing Zhao Yuan put the tin block into the raw material furnace, which gradually melted and was hammered into a small nail, someone laughed in good faith: "Little lady, this thing can't be made, it's too soft. You can see that something is wrong.”

Zhao Yuan raised his head and found that it was a young craftsman.

She smiled slightly at the craftsman: "Thanks for the reminder."

The craftsman coughed lightly: "I didn't see anything." He lowered his head and continued to jingle a machete, "What about you?"

"Haha Has anyone been here tonight?"

"I've never put tin in an iron nail!"

"The people here are either Song people or Liao people—haha, do you know what is 'Liao people'? 300 years ago, they were all Jin people..."

The last sentence was quite bleak, which actually chilled the atmosphere of the whole workshop.Hundreds of years ago, before Shi Jingtang ceded the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun, all Song people and Liao people were Jin people... Even if the entire Yanyun has been assimilated by the Xiao family of the Liao Kingdom, if you mention "300 years ago", you will still be together. After falling silent, he tacitly ignored Zhao Yuan's actions.

Zhao Yuan's actions tonight were bold and smooth.

Given the space, she can grow endless tin.At first, she thought of replacing the iron armor newly cast by the Jin people with tin armor, but later, under the reminder of the craftsman, she found that it would not work at all.Iron has a hardness of 7, while tin has a hardness of 1.5.If all tin was exchanged for iron, all these craftsmen would be beheaded without exception.

So what about something else?

For example, replace the handle of the scimitar with tin, for example, replace the horseshoe with tin, for example, replace the nails with nails with tin, for example, replace the quiver containing arrow clusters with tin... The craftsmen were only surprised by Zhao Yuan's small body, where did she get so many pieces of tin, but no one tried to stop her.

The overseer had fallen asleep.

And they are quite happy to secretly do two things that damage the golden soldiers and do no harm to themselves.

Zhao Yuan stayed in this temporary workshop for half a month.

Every night, she would quietly exchange tin for iron, burying the deepest and most thorough hidden danger for this batch of armor and weapons.During the day, she would take advantage of the convenience of space to grab some food from the Golden Camp and give it to the craftsmen, and also inquired about some plans for the defense of the Golden Kingdom from their mouths.A Song craftsman from Yizhou even told her that Huizong and Qinzong's party had just passed by here not long ago.

Zhao Yuan suppressed the desire to pick up Song Prisoner and continued with her work.

The days in the golden camp were extremely boring, and the joy of every day was listening to the golden soldiers yelling. Today, a few big holes were burnt on my body.

They were already frightened by the unpredictable Song army.

Compared with the hot-blooded and belligerent Western Army, that Song Army is simply a rogue.No matter whether you can beat or lose, you will run away in one face.Then shook out an extremely ugly bag, followed by a pungent sour smell.By the time he reacted, most of the entire breastplate had been burned off, and white smoke was still rising from the gap.

Those with quicker hands and feet, quickly take off their armor and run back; those with slower hands and feet, just...

People who take off their armor are no better off.On the battlefield, Liu Ya had no eyes and no armor to protect him. Whether it was himself or the horse he straddled, he died very easily.

They were really scared.

It was a kind of fear from the bottom of my heart. Even if the number and equipment far exceeded that of the opponent, I still had an instinctive fear of this unpredictable method.

When the latest batch of armor was completed, the Wushu soldiers who went south to attack the Song Dynasty and then retreated to the north finally rushed to the border of Zhuozhou.