"Bai Lao, it is extremely important to cast a monument of loyal soul. The monument of loyal soul is not only related to the belief of millions of soldiers and soldiers of Qin army, but also to the belief of millions of people in Daqin and the national destiny of Daqin."
"The monument of loyalty to the 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?"
"Casting a monument of loyalty with the body of a prisoner of death is insulting the soul of the Qin army and desecrating the belief of the army and the people of Qin Dynasty!"
Ying Ji said, and immediately let Bai Lao panic. He knelt down and said, "what the king said is very true. Sacrificing the loyal soul with the prisoner's blood is a disgrace to the soul of the Qin army. It's a crime of death."
Looking at Bai Lao, the leader of the sword casting workshop, kneeling before the king, all the swordsmen who are casting swords, the craftsmen who forge the powerful crossbows and hundreds of apprentices stop and kneel on the ground.
"Calm down, king!"
Everyone's heart is worried. Is it the king's anger to see Bai Lao behave like this?
If that's the case, then it's bad luck for us to wait for someone else. Instead of keeping this iron rice bowl with high salary, we'll leave our lives here.
Now I can only hope that the anger in the king's heart can be reduced a little. Otherwise, even if you have ten heads, you will not be able to cut down the Qin sword made by yourself and others.
"Mr. Bai, please get up quickly. All of you are right. I don't want to investigate. The blood of the dead prisoner is not worthy of this monument."
"Therefore, I decided to build a monument of heroes and souls with the blood of my husband and civil and military officials!"
As soon as Ying Ji finished speaking, the civil and military officials had no response, but Bai was in a hurry.
"No, the king is the body of all gold. How can we talk about blood easily? Please take it back!"
"Ha ha, although I am the king of a country, I am also a Qin people. The soldiers of Qin army can fight with blood. Why can't I bleed?"
Ying Ji said with a smile, quite free and easy!
After that, Ying Ji went to a swordsman and directly took a sword that had just been cast and went directly to the front of the forge furnace.
Looking down at the stele of loyal soul, which is above the charcoal fire, Ying Ji doesn't have any hesitation in his eyes. He cuts his palm open with his sword. A stream of extremely bright red blood flows out directly and drops into the forge furnace along his palm.
"Zizizi!"
The sound of high temperature evaporation sounded, Ying Ji's blood continued to flow into the forge furnace.
Fortunately, it was Ying Ji's own volition. Ying Ji is now a martial arts practitioner in the realm of bone refining and full circle. His skin membrane defense is strong enough to protect him from any soldier's damage.
Unless the famous sword in fenghuzi sword spectrum is a world-famous heavy weapon, there is no weapon in the world that can hurt Ying Ji.
If Ying Ji didn't take the initiative to relax his physical defense, these long swords would have left a pale scratch on Ying Ji's hand.
After Ying Ji, Zhao Gao, Wei Ran and other civil and military officials lined up to cut open their palms and drip blood into the forge.
However, the tablet of loyal soul lying in silence has produced a little simple and heavy meaning under the moistening of countless blood.
It's no surprise that Ying Ji and Zhao Gao are both martial arts masters in the realm of bone refining. Their blood and quality are unimaginable.
Each drop of blood of Ying Ji and Zhao Gao is equivalent to at least ten drops of blood of ordinary people. In addition, the two people shed more blood. It is not surprising that Zhonghun stele can respond in this way.
"The monument of loyal soul has been completed!"
Bai Lao directly said in a loud voice. The apprentice next to him stopped adding firewood to the forge furnace.
Then there was a complicated process. Finally, a bronze stele with a length of more than 10 meters and a thickness of several tens of meters appeared in front of the public. It was a bronze stele with ancient simplicity and heavy charm. This is the monument of loyal soul that has been completely cast.
"Good, old Bai has worked hard!"
"Come on, send the monument back to the palace!"
"No!"
Ying Ji went to the Zhonghun stele and stroked it carefully. Then he came up and dozens of soldiers and soldiers of Qin Dynasty sent Zhonghun out of the foundry.
"Bai Lao, the stele of loyal soul has been cast. I will leave first."
"I'll take my leave!"
Ying Ji and all the civil and military officials said to Bai Laoyi that everyone respected him from the heart.
It is not only to respect the identity of the Bai family, but also to respect the belief that it can cast a monument of loyalty and soul, which is the belief of millions of soldiers and civilians in the future Daqin Dynasty.
With that, Ying Ji and all the civil and military officials gradually left the foundry and returned to the palace of the king of Qin.
"I'll see you off!"
Bai Lao, with dozens of swordsmen and hundreds of apprentices, said as he looked at Ying Ji, who had disappeared in his eyes.
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On the vast open space outside the palace of the Qin Dynasty, Ying Ji, with all the civil and military officials, looked at the monument of loyal souls standing in the middle of the open space that could accommodate tens of thousands of soldiers.Around them, officials of the state of Qin recited the names of the soldiers and soldiers who died in the battle with bamboo slips. The craftsmen engraved the names of these soldiers and soldiers on the monument of loyal souls. Looking at these scenes, all the civil and military officials were extremely complicated.
As time went by, half an hour later, the names of nearly ten thousand soldiers and soldiers in the great Qin Dynasty were all engraved on the monument of loyal souls.
Looking at the monument standing in the middle of heaven and earth, but it seems to be a lonely and lonely monument of loyal souls, people's hearts are both shocked and sad.
"Worship my loyal soul of Qin Dynasty!"
Zhao read aloud, Ying Ji and the civil and military officials raised their hands and bowed down to worship.
"Two thanks to my loyal soul of Qin Dynasty!"
"Three respects to my loyal soul of Qin Dynasty!"
Every time Zhao Gaozhong read it, Ying Ji and all the civil and military officials bowed down. After three times of worship, Ying Ji and all the civil and military officials also stood up. Ying Ji said, looking at the 500 iron Eagles around him.
"Officers and men, from now on, you will shoulder a new responsibility, that is, to protect the peace of our loyal soul of Qin Dynasty. Would you like to do that?"
According to Ying Ji's long-term perspective, Zhonghun stele must be refined into a kind of existence similar to Qi Yun artifact in the future. It is very likely that it will involve the belief in national destiny. The importance is obvious.
At present, Ying Ji's most trustworthy, and most satisfied with the conditions, is only one of his own legions Tieying Ruishi.
One thousand Iron Eagle sharps dispatched 500 people to guard the monument, while the other 500 Iron Eagle sharps continued to protect the palace outside the palace of the king of Qin.
"We are willing to guard the peace of the war soul of the Qin Dynasty!"
Five hundred Iron Eagle sharp men with black clothes and black armor, holding Qin sword or long dagger, and wearing masks depicting 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 strong breath from all over the body. At first sight, they are iron and blood elite.
Iron Eagle sharp soldiers have great responsibility. They will not easily enter the battlefield unless they are in danger of destroying the country. However, they are willing to respect the soldiers who died for the country and protect the souls of those who died in the war!
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