"Your Majesty! Your Majesty..."

Hearing Xia Fox's voice, Xia Qi did not look up, but lowered his head to process the documents on the table.

After a while, Xia Fox walked into the office hall and headed straight for Xia Qi, and walked around the table and lay on his shoulder.

"Stop making trouble!"

Xia Qi smiled and hugged her in his arms.

"Your Majesty, let go of me, it's so hot!"

Xia Fox struggled continuously in Xia Qi's arms, and soon the clothes on their bodies were soaked in sweat.

"Tell me, why are you looking for me?" The two of them had a fun time, and Xia Qi asked with his head down.

"Hey, I've finished this hand. crossbow."

As he said that, Xia Fox pointed to the hand and crossbow that had just been placed on the desk.

"Depend on!"

Looking at the hand and crossbow on the desk, Xia Qi screamed in shock. He really didn't notice it just now.

However, it has been a while since the development of hand and crossbows, but it is fast enough to make hand and crossbow samples without even drawings.

"Is this a sample of the hand and crossbow?" Xia Qi pointed to the hand and crossbow on the table, then looked down at Xia Fox.

"Sample?" Xia Huli subconsciously looked down at the hand and crossbow on the desk, and then expressed in a subtle tone, "Uh...probably...just...just...just."

"Probably? Is that true?"

At this moment, Xia Qi undoubtedly clearly felt the change in the other party's tone. After a while of understanding, a hint of clarity flashed in his eyes, and a hint of loss flashed through his eyes.

This hand and crossbow are indeed not so easy to create. The hand in Xia Huli is far from being a sample, because there are still many mechanisms that have not been solved, and things like firing crossbow arrows are completely impossible.

So the one in her hand is at most a reference object. To put it bluntly, no matter how many problems there are not overcome, she will make a real object first and have a real object as a reference. Only in this way can she more directly understand where the specific problem lies, and then she will undoubtedly enter Xia Fox's questioning time.

Xia Qi knew that some of the problems that Xia Huli had thrown over, but he was also blinded by most of them. In the end, he couldn't stand it, so he could only try to try his luck in the trading house.

Fortunately, he was not disappointed this time, and finally found a black iron-level crossbow drawing.

However, this is the drawing of the tread crossbow, which is quite different from the hand that Xia Fox wants to make. But it doesn’t matter. At that time, you can make the tread crossbow first, and then try to reduce it to a certain proportion.

"Thank you, your Majesty, you are so nice!"

Xia Fox grabbed the drawings in Xia Qi's hand, and before he could react, he left like a gust of wind.

“Hey…”

Xia Qi looked at Xia Fox's back as he left, felt the evaporated fire in his body, and smiled helplessly. This girl just wants to make a fire and don't extinguish it.

But then again, his two women, the little fox, is in charge of the research department, and the silkworm girl is in charge of all the processes of the entire summer from raising silkworms to weaving silk, and is also a busy person.

have no choice,

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Xia Qi shook his head, walked to the ice arc in the center of the hall, bent down and took a handful of ice water from it, washed his face, and made a material supply to cool down.

At the same time, on the watchtower above the Qingyan City wall, a city guard suddenly frowned, and looked at the smoke and dust getting closer and closer in the distance, and his face changed drastically.

He immediately shouted loudly: "The horse thief is here!"

The city guards said that the caravans were still queuing up to enter the city, and the people's faces changed drastically, and the original team became chaotic.

"Hurry up! The one in front!"

"Don't hurry after that!"

"Don't squeeze! Don't squeeze! Queue!"

A group of people crowded at the city gate, shouting loudly that they wanted to enter the city, and they immediately formed a group.

Qingyan City is built against the mountain, so its structure is different from other cities. For example, it only has two city gates. However, the other city gate is specially used to transport ore, and ordinary people cannot walk there.

Therefore, in such a huge Qingyan City, only one city gate can be entered by ordinary people.

The horse thieves came very quickly, and they came here specially.

After many days of harassment, they have already known when the number of people and goods is the most, and it is also the easiest time for them to succeed.

Looking at the numerous goods outside the city and the people of Daxia who looked terrified, the horse thieves galloping on horseback made bursts of excitement.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a roar came from a distance.

"You are seeking death!"

Before the person arrives, the sound arrives first!

In the distance, Qingyang held a spear and led hundreds of cavalry toward this side, galloping!

There were no cavalry in Qingyan City, and these horse thieves came and went like the wind, so the damage caused to them by bows and arrows was not very great. At the same time, because the city gate was blocked, the soldiers stationed in the garrison could not rescue them in time, which made the horse thieves succeed one after another.

Later, in order to avoid this situation, Qingyang simply built a place outside that was not easy to find, waiting for these guys.

Looking at Qingyang who was rushing over all the way, many horse thieves flashed with contempt in their eyes. With such a big man, it was impossible for the other party to catch up with them.

The group of horse thieves were like entering a no-man's land, grabbed the goods from the caravan and ran away. The people responsible for transporting the goods had already dispersed at this time, and before they could escape, they hid under the car and shivered.

Qingyang's face was so gloomy that it could almost drip water, but she did not speed up, but just fell far behind the horse thieves.

According to Qingniu, there was more than one horse thief in this group, and Qingyang wanted to find their nests and annihilate them.

The men and horses on both sides ran wildly towards the depths of the grassland, chasing and escaping, and the distance between the two sides seemed to be constantly being stretched.

After running for countless distances, unexpectedly, an unexpected situation suddenly happened. With the roaring sound of horse hooves, a cavalry unit suddenly came out from one side!

The man in the lead had long golden hair tied into small braids and rode a golden horse. The person who came was Slan!

Slan's speed was amazingly fast. In just one breath, he rushed all the way to the other party's must-pass path.

He picked up the gun

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The formation, in the flash of lightning, the spear in his hand had turned into a little cold light and stabbed his own fatal blow at the man led by the thieves!

Before he could think too much, in the blink of an eye, he could only hear a numb sound. The spear in Slan's hand was light and easy to penetrate the man's left shoulder. With a shot with a charge momentum, the other party fell down from the horse's back.

The body fell from the back of the running war horse. The fall was not bad. However, as a native grasslander, the man was obviously very clear about how to protect himself at this time. The torn wounds kept splashing out blood. The falling body kept rolling with inertia, causing him to be completely disgusted, but the pain from the shoulders quickly pulled him back to reality.

The scar-faced man, who had finally stabilized his body, had no time to care about the wound on his left shoulder, and let the blood soak his entire shoulder. He saw his eyes, whose eyes were deep in their sockets, staring at the figure sitting on the horse's back.

Feeling the other party's sight, Slan shook the spear in his hand and said contemptuously: "It seems that Na Kelie is going to be one less general... that."

Hearing Slan's voice, the man who was called the one twitched his facial muscles, with a sense of hatred in his voice, he gritted his teeth and said, "Slan!"

Looking at the evil-looking moment, Slan's face was as normal as she was, and the tip of the spear in her hand had already pressed against the other party's neck, making the other party unable to move.

Then he glanced at the horse thief who ran away without looking back. He couldn't help but feel a little sarcastic in his tone. "Your tribe members are really straightforward."

Hearing this, Batu's face looked ugly, and finally he simply turned his head aside as if he had accepted his fate.

Qingyang looked at Slan in complexity, the meaning in his eyes was so complicated that it was difficult to explain or explain.

Looking at Qingyang, Silan was also trapped in memories.

After a long time, he said to the green yangshou: "This guy is one of the sons that the leader of the Klie tribe attaches most importance to. Keep him, that guy Klie will definitely bring someone to save him."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

During this process, Qingyang didn't say a word, just stared at Slan blankly until his back disappeared, and this time he sighed silently.

Seeing this, her deputy general stepped forward and asked, "Commander, we..."

"Do as that guy said. Find something to tie him up first."

When the deputy general heard this, he wanted to say something, but Qingyang's expression was obviously wrong at this time. He opened his mouth, but in the end he still said nothing.

Then, the man tied it up with a leather rope, and then simply stopped the wound on the other party's shoulder, saving him from the death of excessive blood loss on the way. He called a cavalry, rode on the horse, grabbed one end of the leather rope, and dragged the monk back.

I did this not to torture him, but to let him consume more energy so that I would not have the extra energy to worry about running away.

"Commander, do we have to wait for the other party to kill? Can't we take the initiative to kill?" The deputy general is not a native grasslander, so he is puzzled by Qingyang's approach.

Upon hearing this, Qingyang replied: "You don't understand the people on the grassland. Many tribes on the grassland do not have the concept of camps. They are wandering peoples, riding horses, and they will go wherever there is prey."
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