Li Yun, Dou Tian, ​​Guo Baoyu and others are all metallurgical casting experts. When they saw such a sharp dagger, they naturally couldn't put it down. When they heard that this knife was given by experts who traveled around the world, they thought that the master Shenlong had no chance to see his head but not his tail. I was afraid that he would not be able to see such a master in this life. When Hou Dayong was in a military academy, he knew a little about the ancient gold control technology, but he did not go into it in depth. When he was a child, his second uncle opened a small factory for producing simple agricultural tools. He often went there to play there, and he saw a lot, and also knew some of his simple craftsmanship. Hou Dayong thought to himself: I don't know what level of gold control technology has reached now?

Hou Dayong said to Li Yun: "I know a little about the method of forging and casting, and I don't know if I can show it to me."

The production technology of the ancients was relatively perfect under the technical conditions at that time and reached a very high technical level. In addition to casting iron lions, the workshop also made some living tools for local mankind. The craftsmen annealed white iron by high-temperature has strong plasticity and impact toughness, which is not much inferior to modern agricultural tools. Hou Dayong thought: "With the technology they master now, with a little improvement, we can create sharper weapons. If it can be produced on a large scale and standardized basis, it will definitely greatly improve the combat effectiveness of the army."

Hou Dayong did not quite understand how to cast an iron lion weighing 40 tons under this condition. Seeing that Hou Dayong looked carefully, he accidentally showed a special attention whenever he went to the key points. He seemed quite expert and did not dare to be careless, so he gave Hou Dayong a detailed design description for casting an iron lion: "If we want to cast an iron lion using the clay molding method, we first shape the prototype, then paste the outer shape, then scrape off a layer of the prototype and leave the solid, splice the outer shape, burn it into a group of furnaces, and finally clear the outer shape and get the solid, and then you can successfully cast it."

Hou Dayong knew that the casting of iron lions was extremely successful. In the modern society a thousand years later, iron lions had high historical scientific and artistic value and were a national treasure-level cultural relic. Under the technical conditions at that time, such casting technology could be called large-scale and superb technology. At this time, Hou Dayong's psychological superiority for the ancients was gone, and he could only admire him deeply. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "The ancient science and technology in our country reached such a high level. Unfortunately, in the 18th century, it gradually regressed. Where is the problem?"

Li Yun said to Hou Dayong: "Recently, the Jiedushi recruited craftsmen to the Blacksmith Camp in Xicheng to build a group of weapons to deal with the Liao people. Cangzhou is very close to the Liao people in the north. The Liao people attacked Cangzhou many times and had to strengthen their military preparations. Many craftsmen here were drawn away. I went to plead for the Jiedushi many times before leaving a small number of craftsmen in Doutian and Guo Baoyu. Otherwise, my iron lion would have to stop working."

"Cangzhou's city walls are tall and all kinds of defensive measures are complete. The Liao people are good at field battles but are not good at attacking the city. The Liao people come to attack the enemy's strengths because of their own shortcomings. If I were a Liao people, I would never attack this strong city. I just need to surround and destroy reinforcements. How long can an isolated city be defended?"

Li Yun did not expect that Hou Dayong was quite insightful about military affairs and said with a smile: "Hou Lang was lucky that he was not from Liao, otherwise Cangzhou would be in danger."

After wandering around the city for a day and returning to the Xiwan Villa, Hou Dayong thought that it was extremely inconvenient to exercise long clothes and trousers every morning, so he drew a sketch according to the style of modern sports short clothes and trousers, so he asked Chunlan and Qiuju to do it. Then, Hou Dayong carried a bucket of water and came to the horse gallery to wash the "wind". Hou Dayong refused to let others do this for this matter, because according to modern scientific theories, frequent washing of war horses can enhance the relationship between people and horses and make the two sides more harmonious. In battle, it is very important whether people and horses can coordinate. The "wind" was locked in the horse gallery for a day and was extremely impatient. When he saw Hou Dayong, he rubbed his head hard on Hou Dayong.

The rest of the horses in the horse corridor are not as good as those of the Liao Kingdom and the Sumo Marine Tribe in terms of body shape, spirit and fur color.

"No wonder the Central Plains army could not defeat the army of the grassland nation. In the era of cold weapons, cavalry had a strong impact force and high mobility that infantry did not have. The Mongolians' clever use of cavalry tactics reached the peak of the era of cold weapons, and brought the advantages of cavalry to the extreme. Wherever the iron cavalry arrived, the Eastern and Western armies were defeated and fled to the wind. The number of horses in the Central Plains was insufficient, the quality was low, and the army did not use cavalry enough, so they had no choice but to nomadic peoples for a long time." Hou Dayong gently stroked the "wind" and couldn't help but think of the military use of war horses.

In the evening, Liu San invited Hou Dayong to attend the dinner again.

Back in the villa, Chunlan and Qiuju were still busy working under the lamp to the pattern. Hou Dayong was tired of drinking and said to the two girls: "It's so late, don't do it. I'm not in a hurry to wear it, let's do it tomorrow." Chunlan and Qiuju responded, but did not stop.

The next day, when Hou Dayong woke up, a set of decent sports shorts were placed on the head of the bed. He tried it on and it was quite fit, so he didn't change it. He came to the outer room wearing newly prepared sports shorts. Seeing that the two girls were not awake, it was probably because they did it very late last night. Hou Dayong saw Qiu Ju's arms exposed, so he gently pulled the quilt to cover her arms. When Hou Dayong turned around and went out, a drop of tears flowed down Qiu Ju's cheeks.

When he arrived in the yard, when the cold wind blew, Hou Dayong made several cold wars and quickly started preparing for activities. According to the army's habits, Hou Dayong first jogged in the yard, and only started to move his joints until his body became hot. After finishing the preparations, he did 100 push-ups, fifty frog jumps, ten handstands, and fifty squats in turn. After these events, sweat had already come out. Thinking that when the caravan was attacked last time, he could not beat the horse thieves. If he had not had a pistol and did not know what the result was, he took out a long knife given by the Liao people, chopped, chopped, and stabbed. Although it was powerful, there was no complete set of moves.

"It seems that it is necessary to learn a set of swordsmanship by becoming a master, otherwise you will still not be able to beat him when you encounter a master."

Shortly after the morning exercise, a knock came from the door. Qiuju went to open the door. The caravan martial artist He Fugui walked in. Seeing Hou Dayong wearing strange clothes and sweating profusely, he praised: "No wonder my benefactor knocked down Zhao Wu with one move. He was so diligent. We are not as good as my benefactor. My benefactor's clothes are very strange, but it is convenient to move."

"Who fights with someone because he is strong and has no skills. He wants to become a disciple but cannot get it. He has a good knife but no skills."

"Hou Lang is a great benefactor of the He family. If he can respect He's sword technique, he would like to ask you for advice." Originally, the He family's sword technique had to be formally apprenticed and became a disciple. He Fugui saw that Hou Dayong was cruel when he dealt with Zhao Wu and was extremely brave when he attacked the horse thief, and he was not sure of winning by himself. The more important reason was that he was Wulang's life-saving benefactor. Therefore, when he heard Hou Dayong speak, He Fugui passed on the He Family sword technique to Hou Dayong in the name of asking for advice.

He Fugui took Hou Dayong's long sword in the villa, and praised the swords, and then drove the twelve dances of the He family's swordsmanship. He saw that the swordsmanship was vigorous and sharp, with rapid steps and flexible and versatile, especially the combo was prominent. Seeing that the He family's swordsmanship was not complicated, but the swordsmanship was sharp and the chopping was often chopped, which was very suitable for use immediately, he said: "If this swordsmanship is used immediately, it will be more powerful."

He Fugui praised: "Hou Lang has a good vision. My ancestors were a general of the Tang army. When the Tang army used horizontal swords to charge, they were far superior to single swords and other short weapons. The He family's sword technique originated from the horse sword technique."

Hou Dayong said thoughtfully: "A decisive battle is about to win with one move. If you are practicing in the army, only three or five moves are enough."

He Fugui demonstrated the twelve sword techniques to Hou Dayong one by one. Hou Dayong practiced many times and finally remembered the sword technique. Although the sword technique was concise, it was not a day to practice. When He Fugui saw that he had almost practiced, he invited Hou Dayong to his home for a gathering.

When he came to the He family in Dongcheng, he was considered a wealthy family. There was a special martial arts training ground, with knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, halberds, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, grabs, sticks, spears, sticks, sticks, crutches, meteor hammers and other weapons. Two or three young people were practicing in the field, and the young man in the gorgeous clothes was also present.

In another house, the disciples who died in the caravan were incense.

At noon, we had a meal at the He family. The He family was different from the Liu family. The Liu family had a variety of dishes and often had rare dishes. The He family had a large bowl of pork in the middle. There was a coarse porcelain basin containing a large pot of pork, and there were also some large plates of vegetarian dishes. Hou Dayong, He Fugui and his disciples sat around the table, drank large bowls and ate meat in large pieces. This scene was different from the Liu family. Hou Dayong seemed to have returned to the army and competed for food with his comrades.

On the table, He Fugui talked about Hou Dayong defeating Zhao Wu with one move, injured all the heroic deeds such as the one who was the only one who saved everyone, and all the disciples showed disbelief. When Guo Jiong heard He Fugui talk about Hou Dayong meeting a caravan in the north, he asked: "Hou Lang and Liu San didn't know each other before?" After hearing this question, Hou Dayong sensitively realized that the Guo family and the Liu family were not in harmony. "No wonder Guo Xingjian immediately changed his face when he heard that I lived in the Liu family."

While drunk, a group of disciples wanted to compete with Hou Dayong. Hou Dayong paid for it himself. What he learned in the army was a trick to defeat the enemy. He could not use it in the competition. He was unable to use his hands and feet, but he was not sure of winning in fists and weapons. It would be better to fall with them and have some confidence in winning. Hou Dayong said to He Fugui: "What I learned is the trick to fight with beasts. If you have no eyes, you may hurt people. We might as well come to the horn sacral." At that time, the horn sacral was very popular in the Central Plains, and the disciples usually played horn sacral dramas, so He Fugui nodded in agreement. The disciples recommended Guo Jiong to compete with Hou Dayong, but Guo Jiong was hit three times in a row by Hou Dayong, and another disciple came up and was quickly fell down. So, all the disciples obeyed Hou Dayong.

After the competition, everyone sat on the side of the practice field and chatted. A disciple said, "Hou Lang is such a hero. Now the governor Liu Jie is recruiting soldiers to fight against the Liao people. Why not join the army? You will definitely achieve military achievements and make a name for yourself." After hearing this, Hou Dayong just smiled and said nothing.

After drinking and eating, Hou Dayong rode the "wind" to say goodbye to He Fugui. When he walked to the corner, a person suddenly flashed out. It was Guo Jiong. Guo Jiong said: "I admire Hou Lang's hero. If it weren't for the mountain ginseng brought by Hou Lang, my mother would not be saved. Therefore, there is a saying that should be said or not."

"But it's okay."

Guo Jiong looked around and whispered: "Hou Lang wants to join the army, so he can go elsewhere. I am willing to recommend it. The Jiedushi may not be a person who resists Liao. It is best not to go, remember, remember."

When Hou Dayong and Guo Jiong were talking, a pair of cold eyes were staring at them.

After Guo Jiong left, Hou Dayong calmed down and slowly thought about what Guo Jiong said. Suddenly, he thought of something and felt a sudden jump in his heart. On the dinner that day, Liu Cunxiao said, "Hou Lang attacked the thief head and was a hero." "I don't know whether it was dead or alive. How could Liu Cunxiao be sure to be injured rather than killed?"

Back in the other courtyard, Hou Dayong had something to do, but he still insisted on going to the gallery to wash the "wind". When he entered the gallery, he saw that there were several more horses inside. Although they were not as good as the "wind", they were all fierce and vigorous war horses. The "wind" and these horses were quite intimate, and they kept rubbing their heads with each other. "Does these horses come from the north?"

At this moment, another person came in the horse corridor, carrying water, and seemed to be preparing to wash the horse. This person was wearing Hanfu, strong body, black-red skin, and a strong beard. When the visitor passed by Hou Dayong, Hou Dayong smelled the unique aura of the grassland, and the man was wearing a short knife around his waist, which was not very conspicuous. Hou Dayong recognized at a glance that although this knife was a short knife, its shape was the same as the long sword of the Liao people, and it was a knife used by the Liao people.

"Is this person from Liao? Why is it here?" Hou Dayong was a little puzzled, and when he thought of what Guo Jiong said, an ominous feeling surged into his heart.
Chapter completed!