The confident Yang State failed to conquer Jiang State in one go, and its energy was frustrated. Coupled with the unreasonable and despicable behavior of encirclement on all sides, the soldiers of Yang State were generally resistant and tired, and their morale dropped again and again.
On the contrary, Jiang State easily repelled Yang State's attack. Not only did Tai Ziyang jump off the city wall, he killed more than 20 local yellow scarf warriors and more than a dozen generals. At this time, everyone was as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
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When Long Yang came down from the city, he didn't even bother to clean up the bloodstains and filth on his body, and began to visit the wounded.
This is a good opportunity to win over the soldiers.
There was once a famous general who saw a malignant sore on a soldier's leg when he was inspecting the battlefield. He was rolling on the ground in pain. The famous general sucked the pus out with his mouth without even thinking about it. As a result, the three armies died with loyalty.
Winning people's hearts does not necessarily require any clever means. Often a small thing can move someone for a lifetime.
For example, Longyang distributed medicines to the wounded.
Ordinary wounds will heal immediately after being sprayed with Golden Sore Medicine. As long as you pay attention to cleaning the wound, it will avoid infection, suppuration or even necrosis.
Long Yang also took out thousand-year-old ginseng and other medicines in front of the wounded, and loudly told the medical officers that human life comes first, and do not begrudge the medicinal materials. We must make everyone recover and must not be left disabled.
In the end, there were still many strange fruits that can promote wound healing, and I pretended to leave calmly with tears in my eyes.
While walking on the road, Long Yang checked the balance of the fairy coins.
"All spent again!"
"System, can you give me some fairy coins on credit?"
Not long after, Xi Tong's voice sounded in Long Yang's mind.
"It's impossible to get money on credit! However, I can give you a piece of news on credit - you have a traitor among you."
Long Yang surprisingly did not refute, because he was also puzzled. Why did Long Kui know the conditions offered by Yang Guo when he was living in seclusion in the palace?
Long Yang has sent people to investigate secretly, but he hasn't gotten the exact information yet.
"System, do you know who the traitor is?"
Xi Tong smacked his lips, thinking that Long Yang would understand instantly. It seemed that he was very straightforward and didn't think wrong at all.
"The Sword Forging Workshop, that's all."
Long Yang's heart tightened, because the sword-making workshop was his last hope, so he bet all his wealth on it.
He longed for the magic sword and strong power to protect Jiang Guo and his sister.
However, the system master said there was a traitor in the sword-making workshop.
Is it true or false?
Long Yang's thoughts were spinning, and he didn't know whether he should trust the system's main god.
Although he used to think that the main god of the system was a traitor or a thief when he showed his kindness without any reason, Long Yang changed his previous view after deeply feeling the strength and heritage of the main god of the system.
Even if we really have the magic sword, we may not be able to achieve this level.
The main god of the system helps him far more than the magic sword.
As for committing adultery or stealing, Long Yang laughed at himself.
I have nothing but my sister, what else is there for others to covet?
Unless someone is mentally ill, who would spend so much money to deceive a person who has nothing?
System prompt: The loyalty of the subsystem host Long Yang to you has been increased by 1, and the current loyalty is -21.
Xi Tong was stunned, wondering if this guy was sick. He was like a wolf with white eyes when he was kind to him, but he was not very enthusiastic and ignored him, and instead he became attached to him.
Therefore, Xi Tong gave an extra reminder, "After entering the sword-making workshop, remember: Don't say a word, don't say a word, look more and listen more!"
Long Yang immediately turned to the sword-making workshop.
Outside the workshop, the sergeant on duty immediately straightened his chest and tightened his abdomen.
"I've met Tai Ziyang."
Long Yang responded subconsciously, but suddenly remembered the words of the system chief god, so he walked in with a tense face, without saying a word, not even a "hmm".
The master in charge of making swords heard the news and immediately came out to greet him.
"Prince Yang, please stop. The sword-making process has reached its final stage. No one else can approach the sword-making workshop."
Swordsmiths have always had this kind of virtue, just like an old man, but they know how to make swords, so Long Yang could only endure it no matter how dissatisfied he was.
Hold back and say nothing.
The swordsmith observed the words and expressions, and then looked at the messy blood stains and dust and dirt on Long Yang and the bodyguards, and he suddenly understood.
So he put on a sad look.
"Prince Yang, I went through ancient books and found records about the magic sword from another swordsmith's manuscript, and finally learned the key to the last step."
Long Yang was surprised in his heart and blurted out his ecstasy.
Without the last step, the forged magic sword is only a semi-finished product at best, but even so, it is astonishingly powerful and out of this world.
To be precise, Long Yang was aiming for the semi-finished magic sword from the very beginning.
Of course, Long Yang still hopes to forge the finished magic sword. Which man doesn't want his weapon to be bigger, stronger, thicker and harder.
However, due to the instructions of the main god of the system, Long Yang became more excited and his mouth tightened. All the heat and desire turned into a blazing gaze, which made the swordsmith's whole body heat up.
"Prince Yang, the last step in forging the magic sword requires the blood of a virgin."
Maiden refers to an unmarried royal virgin.
The only one in the Jiang Kingdom that meets this requirement is nightshade.
Upon hearing this, the heat in Long Yang's heart instantly turned into rage, and he punched the swordsmith hard on the cheek.
The swordsmith flew backwards seven or eight meters and landed heavily on the steps.
But he got up and shouted heartbrokenly: "Prince Yang, the country is in danger and the family is in danger. The lives of tens of thousands of people hang on by a thread. Only by forging a magic sword can we save the country and the people."
Long Yang was stunned and looked at the swordsmith in disbelief, his eyes colder than ever before.
The swordsmith seemed unaware that he had entered a state of "death as a warning".
"Prince Yang, we have spent so much resources and efforts to forge this magic sword. Now we are just missing this, the last step. Can you bear to waste all your efforts?"
"Yes! The semi-finished magic sword is also powerful enough to repel Yang Guo, but what happens next? If Yang Guo makes a comeback, will Tai Ziyang still have a chance to forge a second magic sword?"
"Now that Yang Guo has invaded the royal city, you can no longer be kind to women!"
Long Yang couldn't bear it anymore and finally spoke, "How did you know that Yang Guo had invaded the royal city?"
The swordsmith pointed at the plumes of green smoke rising in the distance.
"As long as your eyes are not blind, you can see at a glance. The city has been without food for more than ten days, and there have been rumors that the people of the country have starved to death. Tai Ziyang, if it is not the flames of war, is it the smoke from the cooking pots?"
Long Yang roared and drew his sword, "I'm so blind that I didn't notice that you were harboring evil intentions."
Swordsmith:????There seems to be something wrong with the script!!!!
"So that you can understand clearly that it is indeed smoke!"
Long Yang thrust out his sword and went straight into his chest.
Even so, he still didn't understand his hatred, and continued to turn the sword hilt back and forth, further exacerbating the swordsmith's pain.