"Forget it, get out of here!"
Seeing those guys' submissive looks, Yi Zhixie was really furious.
Why did he have such a bunch of idiots under him? This old witch is already dozens of years old, is it possible that I still have any thoughts about her?
"Are you Wa Lanzhu?"
After those people exited, Yi Zhi sat leaning on the throne and asked casually.
"Yes, I am Valanzhu, the queen of the Dayue clan. If you want to humiliate me, now is the time!"
Walanzhu stood upright stubbornly. Although she was still shivering, she held her chest high.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you. What I'm interested in is the sword forged by the Dayue clan!"
Yi Zhixie quickly weighed the power in his mind. He was actually not stupid. Strictly speaking, he might be one of the rare wise men among the Huns.
For thousands of years, even the greatest Modun Shanyu only focused all his thoughts on killing and women.
Therefore, the Huns' forging technology has never improved over the years.
But these Dayuezhi people are different. They are constantly studying the craftsmanship of forging. Even the people of the Han Dynasty cannot compare with them in iron forging.
With a scimitar, you can leave such a deep mark on the Han people's plate armor. If you chop it a few times, you can even directly use the scimitar to cut through the Han people's defense.
This was almost unimaginable to the Huns, but it actually happened to the Dayuezhi people.
"Say your terms!"
After being the queen for so many years, Wa Lanzhu still has some determination.
Although she was still in a state of confusion, she actually understood very well that the Da Yueshi people were now just a piece of meat on the chopping board.
They have no room for resistance at all. Everything now depends on how far the Huns can give in.
"I will give you the drawings. Every year I need 30,000 swords and 10,000 pairs of armors. All the armors are made of pure iron! Just like this!"
Yi Zhixie said, pointing directly at the plate armor on the shelf next to him.
"This is impossible. Even if all the Da Yuezhi people work day and night, it is impossible to have 10,000 pairs, unless you can provide more slaves!"
Wa Lanzhu just glanced at the style of the armor and immediately rejected it.
The armor made entirely of steel, even though it was simple in shape, had already made the Yueshi people despair just because of its weight.
They have indeed mastered more advanced forging technology, but it is almost impossible to mass-produce it to such an extent.
"If you can't do it, then the Da Yuezhi will no longer exist!"
Yi Zhixie said with a cruel smile.
"Even if you kill us all, it's impossible. No one in the world can do 10,000 copies every year!"
Wa Lanzhu said with great certainty.
"No, someone did it, and it was very easy! Not only did they not use the strength of the whole country, but all domestic production activities were not delayed at all!"
Yi Zhixie took a deep breath and said.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that the Han people's ability to build weapons was indeed unparalleled in the world.
Compared with them, the Huns are just fucking beggars on the roadside...
"This is impossible! Such an armor must weigh at least fifty kilograms. Ten thousand pairs per year is half a million kilograms! Even if all the Da Yuezhi's blacksmiths hammer day and night, they can barely complete the task. , not to mention 30,000 precious swords?”
Wa Lanzhu didn't believe Yi Zhixie's words at all. She directly and automatically regarded Yi Zhixie's words as an excuse for blackmail.
"Although I don't want to admit it, I also really want my subordinates to tell me like you that all this is false. But, unfortunately, it is all true, and they don't have enough time to tell me. One year, to be exact, it’s only seven months!”
Yi Zhi said with a wry smile.
"Seven months? Thirty thousand steel knives and ten thousand pieces of armor?"
Wa Lanzhu's eyes widened. Yi Zhixie's expression really didn't look like he was lying, and there was no need for him to lie to himself.
"No! There are at least thirty thousand pairs of armors! Or more!"
As Yi Zhixie spoke, he felt a burst of despair.
The Han people's ability to make weapons was really terrifying, and the speed was so fast that they were desperate.
"Who on earth can have such speed?"
Listening to Yi Zhixie's sleepy voice, Wa Lanzhu bit her lips and asked in a low voice.
"People from the Han Dynasty! And it's not the imperial court of the Han Dynasty, it's just a mere vassal state!"
If it wasn't necessary, Yi Zhixie really didn't want to mention Liu Deng's name, nor did he want to hear the word Dai Guo.
These two names meant shame to him. He had never been so useless in his life.
He didn't even touch other people's shadows, but was killed by them inexplicably without leaving any trace of them.
If it hadn't happened that there had been a huge change within the Huns, I'm afraid he would have been completely deposed by now.
"Han Dynasty? A vassal state?"
A trace of yearning flashed in Wa Lanzhu's eyes, but it quickly disappeared and the expression of despair returned again.
If the situation allowed, she really wanted to see how those Han Dynasty people completed this incredible task.
However, now that we have reached this point, what’s the point of thinking that these things are useless?
"This is your last chance. If you can complete this task, I can promise you to retain the title of the Great Yuezhi Kingdom! But you must surrender to the Great Huns. If you can't do it, then I can only kill you all. Die, and then take these craftsmen back to the grassland!"
Anyway, there is no possibility of resistance from Da Yueshi now, and Yi Zhixie is not worried at all that they will cause any trouble.
"I need to discuss this with some elders!"
Valanzhu gritted his teeth. He knew that he had no chance to refuse, but everything still required a few elders to nod before making a decision.
"You only have one night. When the sun rises tomorrow morning, my army will be ready to set off. Whether you will go back with your heads or your surrender letter, you must give me an explanation!"
There was a smile on Yi Zhixie's lips. He knew very well that Wa Lanzhu had actually agreed, but she didn't know it yet.
The elders of the Dayue clan have long since lost any blood. They only think about how to survive. They don't care whether the people below are living in dire straits.
