Seeing her excited expression, Ye Feng realized what they were planning to do and quickly waved his hand... "I told you, you're not allowed to kneel."

Upon hearing this, the two bowed deeply to him...

"My lord, you are truly great. Thank you for bringing hope to our people."

Thank you for allowing us to witness this great moment. As your subjects, please allow us to offer you our highest respect.

Tatis's voice trembled, unable to conceal his excitement, and he waved behind him...

All the clansmen bowed deeply to Ye Feng in unison.

Long live Allah!

Although the high priest and the chieftain both said that Ye Feng was Allah, their years of faith still made them have some doubts about him.

But the moment he saw the iron, all his doubts vanished.

At that moment, they did not perceive that the iron was decomposed from the soil, nor did they believe that there was iron in the soil.

This was simply God using his divine power to turn clay into iron...

Ye Feng is a god, the undisputed God of Allah for their Baijia tribe.

Watching nearly a hundred people bowing and shouting in unison, Ye Feng helplessly rubbed his forehead, somewhat regretting his actions...

What's the difference between this scene and a group chasing someone down? It seems even more offensive than kneeling.

"Alright, alright..." He quickly told Salla to help everyone stand up... "I know you're all excited, but the work isn't finished until the weapon is complete. Let's get back to work; we have to make the weapon tonight!"

Everyone was full of confidence at this moment. After Salla translated for them, they actively began to dig out the mud balls...

Since Ye Feng can turn mud into iron, weapons must be just around the corner.

They were so excited! With weapons, they would no longer be afraid of those demons, and their lives would finally get better.

So these seventy or eighty people all started throwing mud balls at each other...

If they didn't have hammers, they used stones to smash things, and some even smashed their heads on the ground... Even the children joined in.

In an instant, the tribe was filled with the sounds of knocking and laughter.

It must be said that having more people has its advantages. There were over 200 mud balls in total, but with 70 or 80 people banging them...

In less than 20 minutes, all the mud balls were dismantled.

The iron beads were scattered all over the ground, and everyone carefully searched for and picked them up.

Ye Feng, like a supervisor, guided everyone from the sidelines. He roughly estimated that a mud ball typically weighed around 9 taels.

The iron content in lateritic soil is as high as 85%, but this does not mean that 8.5 ounces of iron can be extracted from one pound of soil.

The main factor is the clay content, which represents the percentage of clay particles in the soil.

Lateritic soil has a clay content of 60%, which means that... apart from these 60%, the rest is iron.

Of course, this is just a rough estimate.

Ye Feng's extraction technique was not professional enough. He did not add any chemical substances, and his control over the heat and timing was not very good. In addition, there were some minor mistakes.

You can only get about 2 to 3 ounces of solid iron from a mud ball, and all the iron in the ball weighs about 40 pounds.

This number is not exaggerated, nor did it meet his expectations.

But if you add his own steel and the scrap metal collected by the Baijia tribe, it totals more than 70 jin.

These things, once in his hands, can be transformed into weapons to kill the enemy.

Taking advantage of this time, Ye Feng also began casting molds.

During the afternoon refining process, he had already prepared dozens of mud bricks...

But when he stood before the mud bricks, he suddenly realized the most important problem.

They've run out of arrows, so how are they going to cast the mold? Are they going to have to carve it by hand?

But arrows cast this way are crooked and uneven, which will affect their accuracy...

Ye Feng scratched his head in frustration... "Damn it. How could I have forgotten about this?"

Just as he was getting annoyed, a delicate hand reached out from beside him... "Brother Feng, is this what you're looking for?"

Looking down, he saw Qi Xiaoyan standing beside him with a smile, holding an arrow.

Ye Feng quickly took it and found the arrowhead somewhat familiar... it was the original arrowhead that came with the first compound bow he had obtained.

Where did you get it?

Qi Xiaoyan chuckled... "You forgot? When we were killing the wild boar king, you shot an arrow into its leg, and the arrow broke during the chase."

Later, when we had enough arrows, you said the original arrowheads were made in one piece and were difficult to replicate, so you threw them away.

I felt it was a waste to throw it away, and since it wasn't heavy, I picked it up and kept it in my pocket.

"Haha!" Upon hearing this, Ye Feng excitedly gave her a bear hug. No wonder people look for thrifty and hardworking wives; they might actually come in handy at crucial moments.

"Good job finding it! You've saved me a lot of trouble..."

Qi Xiaoyan blushed and murmured shyly, "I'm glad I could help you."

Ye Feng didn't say much and quickly pulled Qi Xiaoyan to start the molding process.

Meanwhile, Liu Sisi also had her people put some of the extracted iron beads into the smelting pot.

Little by little, it adds up to about 45 jin (22.5 catties)...

This iron cannot be melted down in one go.

However, while he was at it, Ye Feng took out three sheets of sandpaper from his backpack. These were the ones he had found in the bags of the Cairnster team when they wiped them out.

He handed it to Liu Sisi, who then cut it into several pieces and distributed them to everyone.

This thing is a bit rough to wipe your butt with, but it's perfect for sharpening arrow shafts.

It can remove excess impurities from the arrow shaft, making it smoother, and greatly enhancing the firing rate, range, and stability.

The natives had never seen it before, but they didn't ask many questions about the magical object Ye Feng took out. They just followed Liu Sisi's example and kept rubbing it back and forth.

And so, everyone performed their duties, making the final preparations for the formation of the arrow.

Two hours later, when the iron ball turned into molten iron, it meant that the matter was coming to an end.

The seventy or eighty people who had been busy all day finally got their reward.

Zhan Pengwu used two wood-chopping knives to pick up the smelting ladle and, following Ye Feng's instructions, poured the red-hot, smoking molten iron into the holes of the cast mold.

After it cooled down slightly, Ye Feng picked up the kettle...

With a hiss, as the water came into contact with the mold, a wisp of smoke rose, and the arrow was completely formed.

Another ten minutes or so passed, and Ye Feng picked up a smooth arrow shaft and took the bubbling bowl of pine resin off the fire.

He patiently explained the details and steps to everyone as he made the arrows.

There is a large area at the center of the arrow that was cast.

Simply sharpen the arrow shaft slightly and attach it to the center of the back of the arrowhead.

Such arrows are indeed rudimentary and do not conform to normal arrow-making procedures.

However, they are currently in dire need of arrows, and this is the only way to expedite the process.

Everyone was listening attentively...

Soon, the arrowhead and shaft were combined into one, and an arrow was completed.

Ye Feng couldn't wait to pick up Tang Weiwei's compound bow and test-fire an arrow.

The target is the exterior wall of a house approximately 16 meters away...

With a whoosh, the arrow left the bowstring and shot into the mud wall in the blink of an eye.

"oh!!"

The tribespeople once again exclaimed in amazement.

Ye Feng walked to the base of the wall and forcefully pulled off the arrow.

This arrow is clearly less powerful than a steel arrow, and its accuracy is also somewhat problematic.

However, with a little practice, it's easy to master. After all, the Baija people, whose totem is the bow and arrow, are generally skilled archers, so they can learn quickly.

10 PM —

The camp was still brightly lit, and apart from some children and pregnant women, most of the adults were still busy.

They were diligently sharpening arrowheads, practicing archery, and smelting steel, which was nothing to them, given their night vision.

It's clear that these women have long been bullied and oppressed by other ethnic groups, and they've been harboring resentment for a long time.

Now that they have weapons, they can't wait to settle scores with those demons.

At that moment, wisps of smoke drifted from the house.

After a busy day, none of them had had a proper meal yet.

The Baija people's diet is incredibly barbaric; they simply boil food and eat it, some even eating it raw, and they drink blood to replenish their salt levels...

Eating raw meat and drinking blood was commonplace for them, but how could Ye Feng and his fellow modern people, accustomed to a comfortable life, possibly endure this...?

So they are preparing dinner right now...