In front of everyone, Zhan Beihan walked straight to the furnace room of A font.

Xiao Lingyue was about one meter behind, and followed calmly, all the expressions on her face were covered by a mask, and her breath was not revealed at all.

As she passed through dozens of dead soldiers, she could feel cold eyes falling on her body, looking at her without emotion, like some dangerous cold-blooded animal, with a creepy inorganic texture.

But fortunately, the journey is not long.

Soon, Zhan Beihan pushed the door and entered, and Xiao Lingyue followed closely behind.

The moment she entered the house, Xiao Lingyue had only one thought in her mind—

So hot!

The terrifying high-temperature heat wave seemed to hit the face in an instant, covering the whole body like a huge net. Even the cold iron mask on the face seemed to be infected by the high temperature and became warm in an instant.

Before Xiao Lingyue could see through the scene in the house, a slight sense of sweat had already ejaculated from her back.

The temperature in this room is at least twenty or thirty degrees higher than the corridor across the door.

Because the walls of the room are full of heavy rocks.

The iron door is also very thick and has excellent thermal insulation effect.

If you don't walk in, standing outside the door, you can't imagine that the temperature inside is so high, just like walking into the sauna from a cool air-conditioned room.

The temperature difference is too large, almost making people feel slightly hypoxia.

Xiao Lingyue instinctively reached out and pulled the collar, slightly loosened the collar to relieve the suffocation of discomfort in her throat. At the same time, her eyes were sharp and she quickly looked at the whole room.

With just a glance, she immediately understood how this terrible high temperature came about.

The A-font-sized furnace room has a very large area, almost comparable to a small football field, and its purpose is also on the surface, it is a place used to melt iron tools.

In a row, more than a dozen huge furnaces were placed against the wall. The fire below was still burning. The furnace was filled with hot and red iron, like boiling magma, with bubbles gurgling.

A large amount of black and gray smoke rose from the iron.

It was the impurities in the iron ore burned by high temperature, which were constantly being smelted out, like volcanic ash, drifting mist to every corner of the house.

The visual distortion brought by the high temperature, coupled with these smog-like impurities, makes the air in the entire furnace room look very turbid, and it is hazy everywhere, with only the bright golden red flames and iron very dazzling.

"cough"

The air quality is really bad.

Xiao Lingyue couldn't help but cough, then quickly held her breath, pressing the uncomfortable feeling in her throat.

The house was so messy that in addition to the furnace, there were also a large number of bamboo baskets piled up around the corners of the wall.

It is full of large and small pieces of irregular thick iron, and some are even unrefined iron-containing ore, scattered everywhere.

Xiao Lingyue turned around and looked aside.

On the other side of the furnace, there is a full area of ​​half a football field. There is a wide stone platform every five or six meters. Below is the stove, fire box, and the stone platform is placed with iron pliers, hammers and other tools, and there are also some buckets and other items scattered next to it.

There is a strangely shaped iron pier standing in front of each stone platform.

Xiao Lingyue recognized it at a glance. It was an anvil for ironwork.

This kind of stone platform is obviously the place where iron tools are forged in rough steps.
Chapter completed!