Chapter 133: Cast the loyal soul, the iron eagle reappears
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The Rise of the Empire of the Heavens and the World
- Frost Maple Blood Dance
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- 2021-02-02 04:02:06
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"Lao Bai, the monument of loyalty to the soul is extremely important. The monument of loyalty to the soul is not only related to the faith of the millions of soldiers in our Qin army, but also to the faith of millions of people in Daqin and the fortune of our country."
"The loyal soul monument is so important that it must be forged by the method of blood sacrifice, but how can it be used as a death row prisoner?"
"To cast a monument of loyalty with the body of a condemned prisoner is simply an insult to the battle spirit of my Qin army, and blasphemy against the beliefs of my great Qin army and people!"
Ying Ji said, all of a sudden, Bai Lao panicked, and quickly knelt and said: "What the king said is extremely true, using the blood of prisoners to sacrifice the loyal soul monument is simply tarnishing my Qin army's battle soul, a deadly death!"
Seeing Mr. Bai, the leader of the swordsmithing workshop, kneeling before the king, all the swordsmiths who were forging swords, the craftsmen who forged strong bows and crossbows, and hundreds of apprentices stopped one after another and knelt on the ground as well.
"The king calms down!"
Everyone feels uneasy. Is it because the king is furious to see Mr. Bai behave like this?
If that's the case, then it would be unlucky for you to wait for others, not to mention the iron job of not keeping this high salary, but to stay here.
Now I can only hope that the anger in Wang Shang's heart can be slightly reduced, otherwise, even if people like me have ten heads, they are not enough for the Qin Jian made by the others.
"Lao Bai, please hurry up, everyone hurry up, everyone is right, and the widows are not going to be held accountable. It is really the blood of the death row is not worthy of this monument of heroic souls."
"Therefore, the widow decided to use the blood of widow and a hundred officials to build the monument of heroic soul!"
As soon as Ying Ji finished speaking, the civil and military officials did not respond, but the old man became anxious all at once.
"Don't be the king, the king is the body of ten thousand gold, how can you easily talk about bloodshed, and ask the king to take back this statement!"
"Haha, although the widow is the king of a country, he is also a member of Qin. My Qin army general can fight hard, why can't the widow bleed?"
Ying Ji smiled and said, quite free and easy!
After Ying Ji finished speaking, regardless of Bai Lao's persuasion, she walked to a swordsmith and directly picked up a sword that had just been cast, and walked directly to the front of the forge.
Looking at the monument of the loyal soul, which was on the charcoal fire below, exuding a scorching aura, Ying Ji didn't hesitate in her eyes. She cut open her palm with her sword, and a stream of incomparably bright red blood flowed out directly on her palm. In the forge.
"Zizzi!"
The sound of blood being evaporated by high temperature sounded, and Ying Ji's blood continued to flow into the forge.
Fortunately, this was Ying Ji's own willingness. Ying Ji is now a martial arts practitioner in the realm of Bone Refining Great Perfection, and his skin is strong enough to be immune to any ordinary soldiers.
Unless the famous sword in the Wind Beard Sword Book is a famous weapon in the world, there is no weapon in the world that can hurt Ying Ji.
If Yingji hadn't taken the initiative to relax his physical defenses, these long swords would have left a pale scratch on Yingji's hands at best.
After Yingji, Zhao Gao, Wei Ran and hundreds of civil and military officials lined up to cut open their palms and drip blood into the forge.
And the monument of loyal soul lying quietly, under the nourishment of countless blood, was born with a simple and heavy meaning.
This is not surprising, Ying Ji and Zhao Gao are both martial arts masters in the realm of Bone Refining Dzogchen, with their majesty and quality unimaginable.
Each drop of Yingji and Zhao Gao's blood is equivalent to at least ten drops of ordinary people's blood. Coupled with the amount of blood shed by the two, it is not surprising that the Loyalty Monument can react like this.
"The loyal soul monument is completed!"
Elder Bai said loudly, and the apprentice beside him stopped adding fuelwood to the forge when he heard what Elder Bai said.
Then there was another complicated process, and finally a piece of bronze monument that was more than ten meters long and several feet thick appeared in front of everyone, and exuded a simple and heavy charm. This is the faithful soul monument that has been completely cast.
"Okay, Mr. Bai has worked hard!"
"Come here, consign the loyal soul monument back to the palace!"
"promise!"
Ying Ji walked to the front of the loyal soul stele, carefully stroked the loyal soul stele and said, then dozens of Qin sergeants came up, and Zhonghun was consigned and escorted out of the sword casting workshop along the way.
"Lao Bai, the loyal soul monument has been completed, and the widow will leave first!"
"I'll wait to leave!"
Ying Ji and the hundreds of civil and military officials bowed to Old Bai. Everyone respected him from the heart.
It not only respects the identity of the old Bai clan, but also respects his belief that he can cast the loyal soul monument, which is the future Daqin's millions of soldiers and civilians.
After speaking, Ying Ji and the hundreds of civil and military officials also gradually left Zhujianfang and returned to the Qin Palace.
"I'll wait for the king to send it off!"
Mr. Bai took dozens of swordsmiths and hundreds of apprentices and looked at Ying Ji and his party who had disappeared in the distance.
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On the huge open space outside the Qin Palace, Ying Ji and hundreds of civil and military officials were all here, looking at the loyal soul monument standing in the middle of the open space large enough to hold tens of thousands of soldiers.
The officials of the Qin State were holding bamboo slips and reciting the names of the war dead. The craftsmen engraved the names of these war dead on the loyal soul stele. Looking at these scenes, the minds of the civil and military officials are all complicated Extremely.
Time gradually passed, half an hour later, the names of the nearly ten thousand war dead soldiers in Da Qin had all been engraved on the loyal soul monument.
Looking at the loyal soul monument standing in the midst of the heaven and earth, but also like a lonely and lonely soul, everyone was shocked and sad.
"One worship my Great Qin Zhonghun!"
Zhao Gao chanted loudly, while Ying Ji and the Civil and Military Officials raised their hands and bowed.
"Second worship my Great Qin Zhonghun!"
"Three worship my Da Qin Zhonghun!"
Every time when Zhao Gao said it, Yingji and the Hundred Civil and Military Officials bowed and bowed. After three prayers, Yingji and the Hundred Civil and Military Officials also straightened up, and Yingji looked at the five hundred people neatly arranged around. Ying Ruishi said.
"Soldiers, from now on you will shoulder a new responsibility, that is to protect the peace of my Great Qin loyal soul, are you willing?"
Yingji had already planned to do this. According to Yingji's long-term perspective, the loyal soul stele will definitely be refined into a kind of existence similar to the Qiyun artifact in the future, and it may even involve the belief in national destiny. Sex is obvious.
At present, Yingji's subordinates are the most trustworthy, and the only one who satisfies the conditions is the Iron Eagle Ruishi, one of his own troops.
One thousand iron eagle sharps assigned five hundred people to guard the loyal soul monument, and the other five hundred iron eagle sharps continued to guard the safety of the outer palace of the Qin Palace.
"I am willing to guard the peace of my Great Qin war soul!"
Five hundred iron eagle sharp men with black clothes and black armor all over, holding Qin Jian or Chang Ge, and wearing masks with strange patterns on their faces said in unison.
The five hundred iron eagle sharps are tall, their movements are neat and consistent, and they all exude a sturdy aura.
The iron eagle has a great responsibility, and will never enter the battlefield easily unless the country is in danger, but they are willing to respect these soldiers who sacrificed for the country, and they are willing to guard the spirit of these war dead soldiers!