The Yan Army's northwest camp has been rolling and undulating. In the corner of the east, there is a special camp. It is ping-pong and ping-ponging all day long. In recent days, this sound has been repeated day and night. The blacksmiths of the Blacksmith Camp have stepped up their efforts to build weapons.

This is the blacksmith casting camp of the Linyang Pass garrison.

Han Mo and Tiekui got off the horse in front of the foundry camp. A soldier had already come up and led the horse. After the two entered the camp, the leader of the blacksmith camp had already received reports and rushed over.

The Blacksmith Camp is different from the ordinary military camp tent. This area is full of adobe houses. Dozens of adobe houses are gathered together, and there is the sound of iron tools that are constantly hitting each other, and there is also the pungent smell of gunpowder. Although it is cold winter, when you approach the camp, there is a warm feeling. In the camp, many thick men are either holding heavy iron tools on their backs or holding them. The furnaces are also full of fire. The red-hot weapons are placed on the stone platform. When the iron is hot, when it is poured on water, a "this" sound is heard, and a rich white smoke is coming.

Except for some of the blacksmiths here who were authentic blacksmiths recruited from Yan State, a large number of them were prisoners who came to work in hard labor.

"How many pieces have been created?" Walking in the blacksmith camp, Han Mo carried his hands on his back, looking at the blacksmiths on both sides who were stepping up the construction of weapons, and asked the general beside him.

The commander of the side general replied immediately: "Report to the general, since the general sent the drawings, the foundry battalion stopped building and repairing all other weapons. The entire battalion has created new weapons, and now more than 1,300 pieces have been made!"

"Not enough!" Han Mo frowned and said, "Get the time fast and speed up!"

The general was a little embarrassed: "General, everyone has not slacked off. Since the general's order, most people have less than two hours of rest every day."

Han Mo said in a deep voice: "It took half a month to create 1,300 pieces. I have issued a military order. If you can't create 3,000 pieces before New Year's Eve, you will be subject to military law."

The general leader broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.

Tiekui also said in a deep voice: "There is not enough manpower, so you can transfer people from other battalions, but the weapons must be delivered as scheduled, and there must be no problems." He paused and said: "Let's pull you dozens of pigs in the future. As long as it is completed as scheduled, everyone will have a heavy reward, otherwise you will be the first to lose your head!"

The general and the commander had a bitter face and did not dare to agree.

Tie Kui said solemnly: "I tell you, this is not a joke. If it is delayed, even if you cut off your head, you may not be able to bear it!" He kicked the butt of the general's commander and shouted: "Isn't you going to find someone yet, speed up!"

The general leader was helpless and hurried away.

Han Mo and Tiekui walked all the way to the warehouse of the foundry camp and entered it. They saw countless armored weapons placed inside, which were arranged in a very organized manner.

However, in the open space in the middle, there were many hooks and sickles neatly placed.

There are sharp barbs on the blade of the spear. The gun is seven or eight feet long and the wall is extremely sharp. There are barbs protruding sideways at the bottom of the spear. The hook tip is curved inside, and the hook blade is extremely sharp.

Han Mo went forward, picked up a hook and sickle spear, raised it with a wide hand, took it back after a glance, looked at the sharp edge of the hook, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Tiekui also picked up a hook and sickle spear and looked carefully. He saw a wooden stake standing not far away. He walked over with a hook and sickle spear, suddenly came out of the wall, and pulled it back. The barb had hooked the wooden stake. With a "click", the hook and sickle spear had easily hooked the wooden stake into two pieces.

Tie Kui came back then and said with a smile: "The weapons made by our Yan State are still very durable."

Han Mo looked at Tie Kui and said, "The number is too small, far from enough. We need at least 5,000 to 6,000 hook and sickle spears to be able to fight the Wei people."

Tiekui nodded and said, "The Qing people's heavy armor and tiger-faced shield will not be able to arrive in three or five days. It will take some time. When the heavy armor and tiger-faced shield all arrive, there will be almost enough hook and sickle spear." He lowered the hook and sickle spear in his hand and said, "The Qing army and the Wei army soldiers soon knew that the morale of the Qing army will inevitably rise sharply, and the morale of the Wei army will definitely fall a lot. In addition, Lin Chengfei still has some skills after all, and should be able to support it for a while."

Han Mo touched his chin and smiled: "Before the people of Qing are exhausted, we must see how long they can last."

The two of them looked around in the foundry camp and then left the camp gate. As soon as they got on their horses, they saw a fast horse racing towards them. Han Mo saw the man wearing wind cavalry armor. When he approached, he recognized him. He was the dark official in the West Flower Hall disguised as a wind cavalry.

The official got close to him and turned over and got off the horse, ran over a few steps, and said respectfully: "Sir, Master Li is urgent to believe me!"

Although Han Mo is now in the northwest, the dark officials in the West Flower Hall are still called "adults".

Han Mo took the letter, frowned, and took it apart. His expression first showed horror, and then it seemed extremely gloomy and terrifying.

Seeing that his face was extremely ugly and even turned pale, Tiekui couldn't help but frown and asked, "General, Jingli... Could something happened?"

Han Mo handed the letter in his hand to Tie Kui, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled bitterly: "The Grand Master... is dead!"

Although Tiekui was steady and calm, he also changed his color at this time.

The letter is very clear. On his way back to his hometown, Master Xiao was assassinated on the bank of Fengling River, and was beheaded, with no trace of his head and all the guards he brought around were killed.

The dignified Grand Master of the Great Yan and the head of the Xiao family were actually beheaded by an assassin on his way to retreat. It was really shocking news.

Han Mo looked solemn.

Although the Han family competed with the Xiao family in the court, and Han Mo himself had no good feelings for Master Xiao, he never thought that Master Xiao would be cut off from his head one day by an assassin.

At Tianya Peak, one of Xiao Huaiyu's instructions to Han Mo before his death was that when the Xiao family lost power in the future, Han Mo would try his best to protect Master Xiao and not make things too difficult for him.

Han Mo respected Xiao Huaiyu very much and kept this statement in his heart. He also thought in his heart that if there really was one day when the Xiao family fell, he would still have to save Master Xiao's life as much as possible.

After all, Master Xiao made great contributions to Yan State, and was Xiao Huaiyu's father and Xiao Lingzhi's grandfather. Xiao Huaiyu was the person he respected the most, and Xiao Lingzhi was the woman he loved. For these two people, he should do his best.

Who knew that before the Xiao family fell, Grandmaster Xiao was assassinated on his way back to his hometown.

This made Han Mo stunned for a moment, his mind was chaotic. After a while, he asked the official: "But... know who the murderer is?"

After asking this, I knew that I was confused. The official had been following him in the northwest and came here just to send Li Gu's urgent letter. I was afraid that I didn't even know the content of the letter, so how could I know who the murderer of the assassination of Tai Shi Xiao was?

The official was really very good and said respectfully: "I don't know!"

Han Mo waved his hand and signaled the officer to retreat, turned over the horse, his face was solemn, and he rushed back to the Dazheng camp without saying a word. Tie Kui's face was also extremely solemn, and he followed him back.

The two entered the camp without saying anything. Han Mo sat on the coach's chair, while Tie Kui was sitting on another chair in the camp.

Until this time, Han Mo did not come back to his senses.

Along the way, he was thinking from beginning to end in his mind who was the murderer who assassinated the Grand Master.

Are they from Qing? from Wei? from Yan?

Who would attack the Taishi who was about to retire at this time? When the Taishi returned home, there was no doubt that he had brought many master guards around him. Who was able to assassinate him? Moreover, not only did he assassinate the Taishi, but he also cut off his head. All the guards brought back by the Taishi were killed. Why were the methods so cruel?

...

There was silence in the Grand Marshal's camp. After a long time, a voice came from outside the door and said, "General, everyone has arrived!"

Han Mo frowned, and Tie Kui had already stood up and said, "General, military affairs are important now. It is not advisable to tell everyone about the matter of the Grand Tutor for the time being, so as not to affect the morale of the army. Someone in the capital will deal with this matter. The most important thing for us at present is to send troops to fight against Wei!"

Han Mo's expression calmed down, and he nodded to Tiekui.

He is the head general of the first army, and now he is about to send troops, and he is the backbone of the first army. Swords and weapons are the biggest thing in the world, and there must be no sloppy at all. Tiekui obviously reminded himself not to affect his mood because of other things, so that his mind cannot be completely focused on this war.

"Come in!" Han Mo sat upright, and all the generals outside the tent came in.

Han Mo summoned all the generals over, and the main thing was to make the generals ready to send troops. Although he calmed down, he still couldn't let go of the matter of the assassination of the Grand Tutor. He only felt that it was really strange and even suspected that this matter was the beginning of a bigger conspiracy. He was immediately concerned about his family in Beijing.

When the generals heard that they were about to send troops to attack Wei, they were immediately excited, and everyone's faces were shining. Han Mo was actually not familiar with how to dispatch it for a while. Fortunately, although Tie Kui was more than ten years away from the army, he did not lose his ability. Han Mo ordered him to dispatch it. He immediately passed the order in an orderly manner, and each general took the order naturally.

When the assignment was completed, Han Mo suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind and said, "The Qing people were trapped on both sides and formed an alliance with our Dayan. They were no longer able to pose a threat to our army." After a pause, he ordered: "So quickly pass the military order, and order Wanqi Qing, Kong and Xiahou De to lead 5,000 troops to Lin Yangguan to gather... The Qing people dare not transfer Zhennan Army. We will return by ourselves. The pressure on Zhennan Army will be greatly reduced. Lin Chengfei will inevitably draw troops from the Zhennan Army, so that we can form an advantage in military strength against the Wei army."

In fact, Han Mo's dispatch of troops was on the one hand, and on the other hand, he wanted to put these three generals under his nose during the war.

The six generals, Dewey and Zhu Zicheng, should have been included in their own lineage because of their relationship with Tie Kui, but Han Mo still couldn't see through these three men for a while. Although they had already been transferred, it would be much safer to put them under their noses. Otherwise, who would know if these three men would have an accident in the back while they were fighting in the front.
Chapter completed!