Chapter 353 Middle-aged Man
The iron smelted from this little coke is not much at all, that is, it can make about thirty sets of armor, plus thirty horse-cutting knives, and a few swords-the swords were strongly requested by Li Yi and others.
Zhao Guang looked at Li Yiyang with envy as he watched Feng Yong's Bu Bu bring the things up, and then looked at his brother's Bu Bu who was unwilling to put down the things. He felt very strange in his heart, "Everyone around me, Bu Bu, is There is armor, so why bother, brother?"
The bodyguards of the janissaries have always been the best among the soldiers, because they are elites on the battlefield and are also the last protectors of the lord.
"Yiwen, don't underestimate these things," Li Yi's eyes were about to burst into flames. He came over and lowered his voice and said, "These weapons and armor, but my brother sacrificed hundreds of lives to get them. One of the best battlefield weapons in the world!"
At that time, armor and weapons were released, and everyone thought they finally understood Feng Yong’s meaning—the hundreds of human lives his brother filled in, turned out to be really used for sacrifice.
During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, weren't the weapons such as the general Mo Xie produced by sacrificing human lives?
“Is it so powerful?”
Zhao Guang's panda eyes widened, he directly took a cleaver, then drew out his own sword, and struck each other, only to hear a "clang" sound and sparks flying everywhere.
Zhao Guang looked at the sword carefully and took a breath of air.
On the sword there was a gap as big as a small fingernail, while on the saber there was only a gap the size of a grain of rice.
This sword was brought by my mother from your lord for self-defense, and it is your lord’s favorite thing.
If your Excellency knows that you have not yet gone to the battlefield, and makes a big **** with your sword, are you afraid that you will be beaten to death?
But looking at the knife again, Zhao Guang was so happy that he almost drooled. He held the knife tightly in his hand, looked at the things in the hands of those behind Feng Yong, and asked tremblingly, " Brother, are all these things for me?"
“It’s not for you, it’s for you and the people around Zishi.”
Where are the dozens of sets of armor, are you planning to crush yourself to death?
Seeing Zhao Guang's reluctance to speak again, Feng Yong directly blocked his mouth with words, "Don't worry, I had people build things for you and Zishi separately, and they are better than these."
The sword in Zhao Guang's hand was useless, but fortunately Li Yi and others strongly requested Feng Yong to make them swords, so Zhao Guang and Wang Xun were naturally indispensable.
Seeing that Zhao Guang was about to put on the armor specially made for him on the spot, Feng Yong quickly stopped him and said, "What's the hurry? Wear it before going to the battlefield. Don't you feel tired?"
“Why are you tired? I’ll wear it to bed tonight!”
Zhao Guang ignored it and asked Bu Qu to wear armor for him on the official road. He didn't feel embarrassed. After listening to Feng Yong's words, he answered with a silly look on his face.
Looking at the way he touched the cold iron piece on his body, he was as gentle as touching the skin of his beloved girl. It seems that he doesn't plan to take it off for the time being.
Zhao Guang was about to go to the battlefield. Feng Yongyong could not say anything, but when he saw that everyone in his unit was unwilling to let go, he became furious and cursed, "Okay, look at you guys." Looks dejected!"
“It’s just these things, why would you want to part with them? From now on, I’ll make two sets for each of you! One set for you to wear during the day, and one set for you to wear at night, so you won’t be exhausted!”
"Brother, you're right! I think there's only one person in the world who can make such sharp weapons and protective equipment. It's good to be able to get three or five sets even if you're exhausted! Who has brother's ability? He can produce dozens of sets in one go. ?”
It’s just that the flattery had the opposite effect, causing the faces of the people behind Feng Yong to show a look of great pain.
Before Feng Yong could say anything, he heard someone next to him say, "What kind of sharp weapon and protective gear did the little boy talk about? Is it so mysterious?"
The Southern Expedition is about to begin, and there are also people like Feng Yong and others on official roads sending their relatives and friends south. There are not many people coming and going.
It is rare for someone like Zhao Guang to wear armor in official circles, so he is a bit eye-catching. Now that he heard him brag like this again, someone interrupted and asked.
Feng Yong and others turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a beard on the side of the road, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at the unsheathed saber held by Bu Qu.
“This is...a zanma sword? Why do you have so many zanma swords in your hands?”
The middle-aged man walked over regardless, looking straight at the knife in Zhao Guang's hand.
The sword can cut off the head of a horse and is a recognized sharp weapon.
But there are very few people who can make a machete.
First, the requirements for craftsmanship are very high. The second, more important point is that the quality of iron is extremely high. Even in the heyday of the Han Dynasty, the output was extremely low.
What's more, in times of war, even if those who have swords in their hands are not generals, they are still the most elite soldiers, and their number is very small.
But before the middle-aged man could reach them, he was blocked by the surrounding people. He even put his hand on the handle of the knife. If the man made the slightest mistake, he would draw the knife to drink human blood. .
The man was blocked, and then he realized something was wrong. Anyone else would have apologized, but he had a look of dissatisfaction on his face, "How could you guys be so stingy? I just wanted to see, and I wasn't trying to steal your things!"
“That’s such a strong tone, do you dare to give it a try?”
Zhao Guang felt very happy after getting a good treasure. He didn't care about the middle-aged man's tone. He patted the sword on his body and said with a smile.
The middle-aged man glanced at the knife in his hand, with a look of disdain on his face, "As for the knife in your hand, if I had good fine iron, I could punch it out."
"If you have good iron, you can beat it out, but do you have good iron?"
Zhao Guang laughed and pointed at the knives and armor, "Do you know how much good iron it takes to build such things?"
The middle-aged man looked at the armors again, his eyes straightened even more.
"I know how many of you!" The middle-aged man ignored Zhao Guang and swept his eyes back and forth between them. "Who is Feng Mingwen? Did he take out these things?"
Feng Yong looked at the middle-aged man. Although he looked unkempt, the material of his clothes was not bad.
There were so many people surrounding him and others, and it was obvious at a glance that his status was not low. He stood alone in front of him, but he didn't feel any discomfort. He seemed to be a person of high status.
Immediately he bowed and said, "May I ask who you are?"
"Are you Feng Mingwen?" The middle-aged man did not answer Feng Yong's words. He looked up and down across the steps, and then said, "You look good, but it doesn't match your reputation! There is nothing like Jia Wenhe." Looks like a poisonous warrior?"
(End of this chapter)