Hanhai City, Military Foundry Camp.
Swaths of red-hot molten iron poured from the smelting furnace, iron sparks scattering and reflecting upon each bronzed face. The intense heat permeated the workshop, making even breathing seem laborious.
However, the craftsmen appeared unfazed, carefully pouring the molten iron into the prepared clay molds before proceeding to the next steps.
A burly master craftsman with a bare chest said in a deep voice, "Lord Wang, this time I assure you the casting will be successful. If not, you may take my head!"
Wang Chen chuckled, "It's not that serious."
After Shangguan Wuji submitted, he immediately took out the previously drawn cannon blueprints and handed them over to the Military Foundry Camp for casting.
Outside Hanhai Pass, the Yan Army was pressing in large numbers. Every day new catapults and siege towers were erected, and it was clear to anyone that once their preparations were complete, a siege battle would be imminent.
