Maple Country, the land of frontier fortress. Yellow sand is flying all over the sky. This is a place where you will be filled with a mouthful of sand when you open your mouth. In a camp of the border army, rhythmic metal collision sounds continued to be heard. Ding! Ding dong! Ding dong! Inside the camp, the scorching hot stove illuminated the young man's resolute and upright face, which turned red. boom! As the last hammer fell, Chang Ge, who had been forged for nearly half an afternoon, was finally close to completion. "Li Erniu, have you finished fighting my Chang Ge?!" A rough roar resounded outside the camp, and you could tell by the sound that he was a rough man. Li Erniu, whose real name is Li Qing, because he has two cows at home and an eldest brother, people in the military camp like to call him Erniu. Li Qing took a breath and responded: "It's just a matter of quenching, wait a moment Centurion!"
As he spoke, Li Qing picked up the heavy Changge with both hands and slowly immersed the sharp end into the water tank. laugh! A lot of steam rose up, and soon a lot of bubbles appeared on the water surface. After a while, Li Qing picked up Chang Ge from the water. The sharp end of it was reflecting the cold light at the moment. [Successfully forging the mortal weapon: the fine iron war weapon will reward you with five months of life! 】 There are fewer and fewer... It seems that besides mortal weapons, there should be more powerful weapons. Li Qing looked at the text message in front of him that only he could see and the number that was counting down, and sighed silently in his heart. After a brief glance, Li Qing walked out of the camp with the forged war weapon. When he opened the curtain, he saw a tall and muscular man standing outside, with a thick black beard on his chin and lips. "Centurion Chen, why don't you come in and wait? It's so windy and sandy outside!" Li Qing showed a simple smile and handed Chang Ge out. Chen Meng said jokingly: "Your tent is as hot as a ball, only a ghost would want to go in." With that said, Chen Meng took the heavy Chang Ge, felt the weight of the weapon and the slight residual warmth on it, and then laughed. "Hahahaha, not bad, it won't take long for you to master this skill! Your progress is really fast!" Chen Meng waved Chang Ge twice in the air, full of momentum. "Centurion Chen is good at martial arts!" Li Qing praised him sincerely, and his eyes couldn't help but shine with envy. This Chang Ge, which he could barely pick up with both hands, could be danced vigorously with one hand. Such strength really made him envious. "Stop flattering me, work hard and try to learn all the skills of Master Gu. Master Gu is old now, and you will take his place in the future." After saying that, Chen Meng carried Chang Ge and left Li Qing's tent, but he couldn't help but reveal an extremely sly smile on his face. I almost broke my mouth with laughter!
Watching Chen Meng leave, Li Qing slowly retreated into the steamer-like tent, carefully closing the curtain to prevent the wind and sand from blowing in. "Phew! It's been seventeen years..." Li Qing sat slumped on the ground, leaning against the iron shelf where the weapons were placed. He casually picked up a dark rag and wiped the sweat from his forehead, sighing. It has been seventeen years since he came to this world in a daze. After traveling through time, he originally wanted to come up with some whimsical ideas to make some money, then marry a third- or fifth-century wife, and live a dull life. But he didn't expect that when he was ten years old, he would suddenly be able to see a line of numbers. It took him several years to finally confirm that this line of numbers represented his longevity. In Li Qing's previous life, he never thought that slowly dying of old age was a terrible thing, until he could clearly see that his life was beginning to count down, and it started from a short number like fifty-four. He panicked! He was still only a teenager and could not accept the fact that he was a short-lived ghost. As he grew older, the number became smaller and smaller, and he became more and more convinced that this line of numbers represented his longevity, which meant that if there were no other major changes in his life trajectory, he would He can only live to be in his sixties! Fortunately, all this can still be changed. When he was forcibly recruited into the army and became a blacksmith last year, he suddenly discovered that he could increase his lifespan as long as he forged weapons. From the beginning, making an iron sword casually could increase one's lifespan by one year, but now successfully making a mortal weapon can only increase one's lifespan by five months. Now the line of numbers in front of Li Qing has turned into 142! Li Qing looked at the number 142 and couldn't help but giggle with satisfaction. Yes, that means that as long as he is free from illness and disaster and does nothing in his life, he can live to be nearly 160 years old! What an astonishing number! You must know that in this era, the life span of a normal person is sixty or seventy years old, which is already very good, and a person who is eighty years old is considered a longevity old man! Just when Li Qing was complacent about his relatively long lifespan, there was a sudden commotion outside the camp. "Quickly! Doctor, find the doctor! Call the doctor over!"... The originally peaceful military camp was suddenly disturbed by this rapid exclamation. When Li Qing heard the noise, he immediately stood up, quickly opened the curtain and walked out to see what was going on. He squinted his eyes and saw three or four people in front of him, each carrying a wounded soldier and hurried back. Soon, more and more people came out of the tent. "What happened?" Chen Meng, who had just got a weapon, rushed out of the martial arts training ground quickly, his brows furrowed tightly. "Captain Chen, horse thieves, we encountered horse thieves!" A soldier carrying a wounded soldier answered hastily. "Horse thieves?" Chen Meng's face changed slightly when he heard the words, and then anger emerged in his eyes. "Damn it, these horse thieves are really bold, they dared to attack my Wu Li army!"
Li Qing ignored their discussion, but stared at the injuries on the soldiers. Several sharp arrowheads almost pierced their bodies, and a large area of blood soaked the clothes under the leather armor, which looked very dazzling. It is basically impossible to save this injury. "Gulp!" Li Qing couldn't help swallowing his saliva. His face looked a little pale and his body was shaking involuntarily. He had been at the border for nearly a year and a half, and this was the first time he saw a wounded and dying soldier. For such a long time, the border had actually been quite peaceful. Although there were frictions with the neighboring Liang State in the past, there was no real war. Both sides were very restrained. However, the place where he was was still the border. Although there had been no war for a long time, would peace really last forever? If there was no war, why would so many troops be stockpiled at the border? You know, horse thieves usually kept to themselves and the border troops. Today's attack was a bit sudden. I just don't know if there was any other unusual meaning in it. Li Qing didn't want to continue watching. He silently returned to his blacksmith shop and sat down next to the iron rack where the weapons were placed again. His body still couldn't stop shaking. No! Although being a blacksmith in the army can earn a lot of life, if a war breaks out, this place will be the most dangerous place! The life earned by forging weapons refers to how long he can live, but if he is killed during this period, what is the use of a long life? ! He is just a blacksmith. Although he has a little strength, facing the chaos of war, his ability to protect himself is almost zero. Got to go! Got to leave the border as soon as possible! This is the only thought in Li Qing's mind now. "I am really... too naive." ....