In the war of the southwest, the Ngari Royal Lineage had lost almost all of its soldiers, and in the battle of the triangular gap, the soldiers of the northern border had also been wiped out. Now, they had two Great Generals and a wise minister, but they had no soldiers under their command. This was a problem that the three of them had to resolve.
"There's no need for you to worry about that. I've already prepared everything."
Dalun Ruozan indifferently said, apparently having predicted that Dusong Mangpoje would ask this question. As he spoke, he inadvertently shot a glance at Huoshu Huicang outside the fence.
Dusong Mangpoje's heart lurched as he turned to Huoshu Huizang. In this period of time, he and Huoshu Huizang had been inseparable. He knew exactly when Huoshu Huizang had left and what he had gone to do. He had never seen him go to see anyone, much less when he had borrowed soldiers.
But Dusong Mangpoje also knew that Dalun Ruozan would never lie.
"I'm very sorry that I didn't tell you everything."
After a few moments of silence, a hint of apology appeared in Huoshu Huizang's eyes.
"Before I went to see you at the Great Snow Mountain Temple, I followed Prime Minister's orders and went to see many people, finding no small number of soldiers. Our Ouzan has already lost three battles in a row and lost many soldiers. In our campaigns against the Tang Dynasty, we have basically never won. Even Zhangzhung Training Center was taken by them. Just like us, they want to change this situation, find a chance to completely crush the Tang Dynasty and revitalize our Ouzan. "
As Huoshu Huizang spoke, he turned his head to the shadows of the prison.
"Come out!"
A moment later, a stalwart figure with a long saber at his waist walked out of the shadows, his body exuding a fiendish and bloodthirsty aura.
"Great General Dusong, long time no see!"
Dusong Mangpoje's body trembled at the sight of the figure walking out of the shadows. In a flash, he seemed to understand something, and a look of relief appeared in his eyes.
…
Several days later, early in the morning, in a forge in the western part of the City of Steel, all the craftsmen had been cleared out. All light sources had been blocked, leaving only Wang Chong standing in the forge. Around him were mountains of WuZi Steel swords, all of them roasting on burning pine branches.
These peerless treasured swords that would make everyone crazy and infatuated in the future were still black and unremarkable. However, Wang Chong knew very well that it wouldn't be long before they turned into famous swords that glittered coldly and had magical patterns on their surfaces that looked like floating clouds and flowing water.
"Almost there!"
Wang Chong sensed the changes in temperature and humidity around him. The tempering of the WuZi Steel swords had strict requirements. They had to be tempered before the first rays of the morning sun shone down. There was only a moment, and Wang Chong had to grasp this opportunity. Moreover, the forging of the WuZi Steel swords had always been Wang Chong's secret, not just for himself, but also to prevent the Arabs from stealing them.
Thus, even though Wang Chong had taught the first few steps of forging the WuZi Steel swords to the other craftsmen, Wang Chong had insisted on personally handling the final and most crucial steps.
"Buzz!"
With a thought from Wang Chong, boundless Stellar Energy surged out and wrapped around a small mountain of WuZi Steel swords. Whoosh! Water splashed everywhere as crimson Wootz Steel swords were thrown into a massive metal vat at the center of the smithy.
This vat was filled with a quenching fluid that only Wang Chong knew about. Plush! The moment these Wootz Steel swords were thrown into the vat, the entire surface of the vat was covered in thick smoke.
The tempering of WuZi Steel was extremely demanding on every step. Under normal circumstances, each WuZi Steel sword would require a single craftsman to work on it. But Wang Chong was different. Whether it was in the east or the west, in the history of swordsmithing, very few Saint Martial experts had ever participated in this sort of swordsmithing.
This was simply too extravagant!
Given Wang Chong's powerful cultivation, his understanding of temperature, humidity, and the various steps of swordsmithing, he was the only one capable of forging several hundred WuZi Steel swords in one go.
Time slowly passed, and the smoke rising from the surface of the massive vat gradually lessened. Finally …
"Hua!"
Water splashed everywhere. Under the control of Wang Chong's powerful Earth Energy, the swords broke through the air from the bottom of the vat and saw the light of day again. Under the weak sunlight, nearly five hundred swords were like a school of sharks swimming in the air, rolling, and shuttling back and forth, reflecting rays of silvery white light.
That sharp light made one feel as if their eyes were about to be split open. When the sunlight shone on the sharp edges of the swords, it seemed to be cut in half.
This scene would amaze anyone who saw it!
WuZi Steel Swords!
Under the control of Wang Chong, nearly five hundred of the most precious WuZi Steel Swords were finally born. In the entire world, this was something that only he could do.
"Success!"
Wang Chong's expression relaxed as he looked at the simple and unadorned WuZi Steel Swords floating in the air. There was an indescribable joy in his heart.
He was slowly making up for the greatest shortcoming of the Wushang Cavalry. There was no doubting the strength of the Wushang Cavalry, but without suitable weapons, they would never be able to display their full strength. This was also a sore point for Wang Chong. But the matter of the WuZi Steel Swords could not be rushed.
This was not an ore from the Central Plains, and there was no such ore in the entire Divine Prefecture. Even in the Hyderabad Mountains, where it was produced, the output of this ore was extremely low, and it was extremely difficult to mine. If not for the excellent foundation that Wang Chong had laid down and the Sindhi's fear of losing a major customer like Wang Chong to the Arabs, obtaining six thousand jun of Hyderabad ore in one go would have been impossible.
With these WuZi Steel Swords, I really can contend against the Abbasid Caliphate's Mamelukes. Even if I can't outnumber them, it doesn't matter!
Wang Chong extended a hand and grabbed a sharp WuZi Steel Sword from the air.
"Xu Keyi, come in. You can distribute these WuZi Steel Swords to your brothers. "
Wang Chong didn't even raise his head as he spoke. With a whoosh, five hundred WuZi Steel Swords were neatly placed on the ground. After doing all this, Wang Chong turned and left. A single batch of WuZi Steel Swords could only be forged each day. If he missed this period of time, no matter how strong Wang Chong was, he would not be able to forge any more.
"Yes, Marquis!"
As Wang Chong walked out, Xu Keyi, who had been standing guard this entire time, raised the curtain and quickly walked in.
"Congratulations to user! You have been rewarded with 2000 points of Destiny Energy!"
… …
At this moment, a familiar voice rang out in his mind. Wang Chong was alarmed by the Stone of Destiny's warning and stopped in his tracks.
What's going on here? Why would I suddenly be rewarded with Destiny Energy?
This was not the first time Wang Chong had forged WuZi Steel Swords, and this had never happened before. But Wang Chong quickly realized that he was wrong. The Stone of Destiny's reward had nothing to do with WuZi Steel Swords.
"Neigh!"
Before Wang Chong had even left the forge, a fierce neigh resounded over the City of Steel. At first, it was just one or two, but soon, thousands of warhorses neighed together. Rumble! The ground of the City of Steel shook and shuddered as tens of thousands of warhorses charged toward the City of Steel and surrounded it.
"This is …"
With no time to think, Wang Chong shot out of the room like a bolt of lightning.
Passing through the open city gate, he saw a sea of people outside, many craftsmen having heard the commotion and come out. As Wang Chong walked out of the city, he followed the gazes of the crowd and saw thousands of steeds neighing outside the city. As far as the eye could see, it was a vast expanse, like an ocean. A rough estimate put the number of warhorses outside the city at least one hundred thousand.
"Hahaha, Marquis, I'm back!"
A burst of brash laughter attracted Wang Chong's attention. Hulayeg was riding a warhorse, happily waving his arms at Wang Chong.
Although there were so many people outside the city, Hulayeg had still recognized Wang Chong.
Gallop!
Hulayeg's skillful horsemanship allowed him to gallop past one warhorse after another. When he was still ten-some zhang from the city gate, he leaped up and steadily stopped at Wang Chong's side.
"Marquis, I didn't disappoint you. I brought the warhorses back!"
Hulayeg chuckled and made a comical bow, a fawning expression on his face.
"I brought all two hundred thousand warhorses. I heard that Marquis is preparing to go to Anxi, so these warhorses should be of use. That's right, the Western Turks originally wanted to use mountain horses, but I secretly swapped them out. There are ten thousand mares and ten thousand stallions here. In the future, Marquis will be able to establish his own horse farm. "
"Not bad!"
Wang Chong's eyes brightened in delight as he patted Hulayeg on the shoulder.
"You've truly rendered a great service this time!"
Just as the Central Plains had imposed a ban on the Western Turks' salt and iron trade, the Eastern and Western Turkic Khaganates had imposed a strict blockade on the Tang dynasty. Although warhorses could still be traded, all mares and stallions of superior quality were prohibited from being traded, and all the tribes abided by this rule.
If Hulayeg really could get him some top-quality stallions and mares that hadn't been sold, then he really would be able to establish his own horse farm and breed his own warhorses.
Even though this wasn't an immediate project, it was something that Wang Chong had to do. And the field to the northeast of the Ouzan Plateau that he had already occupied was the most natural place to raise horses.
"Xu Keyi, take some people and take over these horses. Leave behind the ones we need and have the Imperial Court take over the other warhorses. Hulayeg, let's go. We'll hold a celebration feast for you today. Everyone will celebrate together. "
"Many thanks, Marquis!"
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