Chapter 133 Forging a Loyal Soul, the Iron Eagle Reappears
"Bai Lao, it is extremely important to create a monument of loyalty to the soul. The monument of loyalty is not only related to the beliefs of our millions of soldiers in the Qin army, but also to the beliefs of our millions of people in Daqin, as well as our national destiny in Daqin."
"The monument of loyal soul is so important that it must be forged by the method of blood sacrifice, but how can it be used as a prisoner of death?"
"To cast the monument of loyalty with the body of the death row is to insult my Qin army's fighting spirit and blaspheme the faith of my Qin army and people!"
Ying Ji said, making Bai Lao panic all of a sudden, and quickly knelt down and said: "The king said very well, using prisoners' blood to sacrifice to the monument of loyal souls is simply sullying the soul of my Qin army, and it is a crime to die!"
Seeing Bai Lao, the leader of the swordsmithing workshop, kneeling in front of the king, all the swordsmiths who were forging swords, the craftsmen who forged powerful bows and crossbows, and hundreds of apprentices stopped one after another, and also knelt on the ground.
"King, calm down!"
Everyone was apprehensive in their hearts. Seeing Old Bai behave like this, could it be that the king was angry?
If that's the case, then you and others will be out of luck. If you don't keep this high-paying iron job, you will keep your life here.
Now I can only hope that the anger in the king's heart can be reduced a little bit, otherwise, even if these people have ten heads, they will not be enough to cut down by the Qin Jian made by him and others.
"Old Bai, please get up, everyone, please get up. You are all right, and the widow is not to be held accountable. It is really that the blood of death row prisoners is not worthy of this monument of heroic souls."
"Therefore, the widow decided to use the blood of the widow and the civil and military officials to cast the monument of the heroic soul together!"
As soon as Ying Ji finished speaking, the civil and military officials didn't react, but Bai Lao suddenly became anxious.
"Your Majesty can't do it. Your Majesty is a man of ten thousand gold. How can you easily talk about bloodshed, and ask Your Majesty to take this back!"
"Haha, although the widow is the king of a country, he is also a Qin man. My Qin army soldiers can fight with blood, but why can't the widow bleed?"
Ying Ji said with a slight smile, quite free and easy!
After Ying Ji finished speaking, ignoring Old Bai's dissuasion, he walked in front of a swordsmith and directly picked up a newly forged sword, and walked directly to the front of the forging furnace.
Looking at the Monument of Loyalty Soul, which was above the charcoal fire, exuding a scorching aura, Ying Ji did not hesitate in his eyes, and directly opened his palm with a sword, and an incomparably bright red blood flowed out directly, dripping down the palm of his hand. into the forge.
"Zizzizi!"
The sound of the blood being evaporated by the high temperature sounded, and Ying Ji's blood continued to flow into the forging furnace.
Fortunately, this was Ying Ji's own volition. Ying Ji is now a martial arts practitioner in the Bone Refining Great Perfection Realm, and his skin defense is strong enough to be immune to any damage from ordinary soldiers.
Unless the famous sword in the Fengbeard Sword Manual is a famous weapon in the world, there is no weapon in the world that can hurt Ying Ji.
If Ying Ji hadn't taken the initiative to relax his physical defense, these long swords would have left a white scratch on Ying Ji's hand at best.
After Ying Ji passed, Zhao Gao, Wei Ran and the civil and military officials lined up to cut their palms and drip blood into the forging furnace.
And the monument of loyal soul, which is lying quietly, was born with a simple and heavy meaning under the nourishment of countless blood.
This is not surprising, Ying Ji and Zhao Gao are both martial arts masters in the Great Perfection Realm of Bone Refining, the majesty and quality of their blood is unimaginable.
Each drop of Ying Ji and Zhao Gao's blood was at least equivalent to ten drops of ordinary people's blood, and the two of them shed a lot of blood, so it's not surprising that the Loyal Soul Monument could react like this.
"The Loyalty Soul Monument has been completed!"
Bai Lao said loudly, and the apprentice next to him stopped adding fuelwood to the forge when he heard Bai Lao's words.
It was followed by a series of complicated craftsmanship, and finally, a bronze monument more than ten meters long, several meters thick, covered in blue and black, exuding a simple and heavy charm, appeared in front of everyone.
"Okay, Bai Lao has worked hard!"
"Come here, consign the Loyal Soul Monument back to the palace!"
"promise!"
Ying Ji walked to the stele of loyal souls, carefully stroking the stele of loyal souls and said, then dozens of Qin soldiers and soldiers came up and were consigned and escorted all the way out of the sword casting workshop.
"Old Bai, the Soul Loyalty Monument has been completed, and the widow will leave first!"
"I'm waiting to say goodbye!"
Ying Ji and all the civil and military officials bowed to the old man and said that everyone respected the old man from the bottom of their hearts.
Not only respects the identity of the old Bai clan, but also respects the belief of millions of soldiers and civilians in the future Daqin that they can create the monument of loyalty to the soul.
After speaking, Ying Ji and the civil and military officials gradually left the Sword Casting Workshop and returned to the Qin Palace.
"I'm waiting to send the king to you!"
Bai Lao, with dozens of swordsmiths and hundreds of apprentices, looked at Ying Ji and his group who had disappeared from their eyes and said.
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In the huge open space outside the Qin Palace, Ying Ji and all the civil and military officials were here, looking at the Loyalty Soul Monument standing in the middle of the open space that could accommodate tens of thousands of soldiers.
In the surrounding area, officials from the Qin State were holding bamboo slips and reciting the names of the soldiers who died in battle. The craftsmen engraved the names of the soldiers who died in battle on the monument of loyal souls. Looking at these scenes, the minds of civil and military officials were complicated. Incomparable.
Time gradually passed, and half an hour later, the names of nearly 10,000 dead soldiers in Daqin had all been engraved on the Loyal Soul Stele.
Looking at the monument of loyal soul standing in the middle of heaven and earth, but like a lonely Liao Liao, everyone was shocked and sad.
"Worship my Daqin loyal soul!"
Zhao said loudly, while Ying Ji and the civil and military officials raised their hands and bowed to bow.
"Two thanks to my Da Qin loyal soul!"
"Three thanks to my Daqin loyal soul!"
Every time Zhao Gao recited it, Ying Ji and the civil and military officials bowed and bowed. After three bows, Ying Ji and the civil and military officials also stood up straight, while Ying Ji looked at the five hundred iron men lined up neatly around him. Eagle Rishi said.
"Soldiers, from now on you will take on a new responsibility, which is to protect the peace of my Daqin loyal soul. Are you willing?"
Ying Ji had already made arrangements to do this. According to Ying Ji's long-term perspective, the Loyalty Soul Monument will inevitably be refined into an existence similar to an artifact of luck in the future, and it is even very likely that it will involve the belief in the fortune of the country. Sex is obvious.
At present, Ying Ji's subordinates are the most trustworthy, and the one who satisfies the most conditions is only the Iron Eagle Ruishi, one of his personal direct line troops.
One thousand Tie Ying Rui assigned 500 people to guard the Monument of Loyalty Soul, and the other 500 Tie Ying Rui continued to protect the security of the palace outside the Qin Palace.
"I am willing to guard the peace of my Daqin war soul!"
Five hundred iron eagle ruishis in black clothes and black armor, holding Qin swords or geese, and wearing masks with strange patterns on their faces, said in unison.
The five hundred iron eagle warriors are tall, and their movements are neat and consistent.
Iron Eagle Ruizi has a heavy responsibility, and will not easily enter the battlefield unless the country is in danger of destroying the country, but they are willing to respect these soldiers who sacrificed for the country, and are willing to protect the spirit of these dead soldiers!