In the city of Youzhou, in the palace of the king of Zhen.

Li Chengfeng was sitting in the palace hall, with Yu Wenhu and Tanlang sitting on both sides of him.

Wang Er and Lu Wen stood beside them.

"Yu Wenhu, how are the supplies and troop mobilization going this time?" Li Chengfeng asked sideways.

This time the operation against the Eastern Turks was led by Youzhou.

As the current de facto administrators of Youzhou, Yuwenhu and Lu Wen naturally knew about this.

"In terms of supplies, Master Shadow has already sent nine out of ten supplies."

"As for military strength, Master Shadow will gradually bring it to several other continents."

"As long as Lord Shadow gives the order, we can take the lead in attacking, and hundreds of thousands of other troops will support us."

After hearing this, Li Chengfeng looked at Tanlang beside him.

"How is the training going with you and Qisha? How are the intelligence preparations going?"

Tanlang took out a scroll from his arms, held it up with both hands, and brought it to Li Chengfeng.

"These days we have eradicated some small Kunsa cult strongholds."

"I got some information from them and drew this map."

"The members of the Musketeers Army, the Seven Killers Army, and all the troops in the city are gearing up and ready to go at any time!"

Li Chengfeng took the scroll from Tanlang's hand, opened it and read it carefully.

The scroll marked hundreds of strongholds of various sizes, and also described some terrain and paths.

The only pity he felt was that Greedy Wolf never found the place where the Turks hid their troops.

The points marked on the map are all the places of small tribes, and there are no large tribes at all.

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"Now that you are all ready, let's go do your own thing!"

"Everyone is waiting for my order, and we will set off together when the time comes to attack the Turkic army directly!"

After Li Chengfeng finished speaking, he waved his hand, and Tanlang and Yuwenhu left the town king's palace with Lu Wen and Wang Er.

After a few people left, Li Chengfeng wandered around Youzhou City.

He hasn't forgotten Master Lu Bin yet. I wonder how the agency's research is going now.

Judging from the time, the attack time that Shadow mentioned before is almost here.

The war was about to begin, so he naturally wanted to know the military supplies in advance.

After walking all the way through the streets and alleys to the bad guys' stronghold in Youzhou City, Li Chengfeng saw Lu Bin again.

At this time, Lu Bin was standing in front of the furnace forging iron with his upper body naked and sweating profusely.

There were many craftsmen around him, studying the template design drawings in front of them carefully.

Seeing Li Chengfeng coming, Lu Bin did not put down the hammer in his hand.

The leader of the bad guys on the side came closer and said, "I've met the Eighth Prince!"

Li Chengfeng stretched out his hand to stop the bad guy from saluting, and took the simple design drawing from the table beside him.

"Has this thing been produced in real form? How is the effect?" He looked at the craftsman Lu Bin.

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Only then did Lu Bin stop his movements and threw the beaten piece of iron into the bucket nearby.

"Chi..." The red-hot iron fell into the water, evaporating a burst of water mist.

Wiping the sweat from his body, he took out a black iron cube from the table not far away.

"Eighth Prince, this is the finished product I created!"

Lu Bin's face was full of pride.

Over the years, his craftsmanship can be said to be unparalleled in the world.

Coupled with the machine diagrams passed down from generation to generation in the Lu family, it will definitely shock the eighth prince.

"Sir, please take a look!" Lu Bin tapped on the iron block, and there was a mechanical sound.

But in the blink of an eye, the iron box was completely unfolded and turned into a spear.

The surrounding craftsmen clapped their hands and applauded when they saw such a magical sight.

They have never been able to achieve this kind of magical method of turning decay into magic in their entire lives, which shows the Lu family's skills.

Li Chengfeng also saw the extremely high practicality of this module.

This time they went out to attack Dong Tu Jue, which was different from the last time. They were heading towards the destruction of Dong Tu Jue.

In the early stage, there is no need to build cities and garrison them like the last time we fought against the Northern Turks.

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With this module, they can attack much more easily, and their movement speed will be three points faster.

"Can you make all the military supplies into this kind of module? How much time and materials will it take?"

He picked up the spear, looked at it carefully, and asked Lu Bin.

"I can make all the baggage into modules like this."

"It's just that I need 200,000 kilograms of pig iron and hundreds of skilled craftsmen."

Lu Bin clasped his fists with both hands, full of confidence.

The Lu family has developed these mechanical techniques with the intention of contributing to the war.

Now Li Chengfeng's request is not a problem at all, it's just about the materials.

Can the eighth prince in front of him really assemble so many materials?

Wouldn't His Majesty be afraid that after he used so much material, he would turn his hand to rebel and seize the position of Dabao?

"Okay! I promise you, two hundred thousand kilograms of pig iron will be delivered in five days."

"But what I want must be produced as soon as possible before the army goes out to fight without any loss."

"Otherwise, your fate will be just like this spear."

After saying that, Li Chengfeng picked up the spear and bent it with force in his hand.

Seeing it leave, Lu Bin looked at the destroyed spear on the ground and was so frightened that his head was covered with sweat.

"It's true that being with a king is like being with a tiger. This eighth prince is not easy to fool."

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Leaving the bad man's craftsman's shop, Li Chengfeng walked alone on the street.

When the people in Youzhou City saw Li Chengfeng, they greeted him one after another.

Faced with his improved physique, the people were not surprised.

In their hearts, the eighth prince was already an immortal in heaven, so there was no harm in being a little more transcendent.

Many people even enshrine his longevity tablets in their homes!

But before he could take a few steps out, the sound of horse hooves could be heard at the city gate.

Yuchi Jingde, Wei Zheng, Cheng Yaojin and other generals rushed into the city on high horses.

The group of people came to Li Chengfeng and stopped.

"I was ordered to come here to prepare for war, and I have met the Eighth Prince!"

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In the Eastern Turkic Palace, the Turkic King was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

At this time, on the throne, Xue Yu was leisurely enjoying the fresh fruits of the palace.

"This palace is really comfortable, but I wonder if the Turkic King has forgotten his identity?"

The burly Turkic king completely lost his royal bearing and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his wide-sleeved robe.

"Of course I remember, I...I'm just a disciple without talent in the Holy Land."

"That's good! Then follow my orders!"

"Otherwise, you may not be able to get this year's Life and Death Pill!"

Xue Yu came to the Turkic king in an instant, patted his shoulder and left.

After he had been gone for two hours, the Turkic king finally got up from the ground with difficulty.

He looked at the empty palace, still feeling frightened.

He didn't want to experience the pain of Kunsa teaching the Life and Death Pill again.
Chapter completed!