Farmer of Shu Han

There is not much iron smelted from this coke, that is, about 30 sets of armor can be made, plus 30 horse-chopping knives, and a few more swords—swords are strongly requested by Li Yi and others.

Zhao Guang looked at Li Yi and Yang Wanwan watching Feng Yong's Buqu deliver things enviously, and then looked at his elder brother's Buqu who refused to put down his things. With armor, why bother brother?"

The things on the body of the soldiers have always been the best among the soldiers, because they are the elite on the battlefield, and they are also the last protectors of the lord.

"Yiwen don't underestimate these things." Li Yi's eyes were about to burst into flames, and he leaned over and said in a low voice, "These weapons and armor, but my brother spent hundreds of lives in the furnace to get it. It is one of the best weapons in the battlefield!"

When the armor and weapons were released, everyone thought they finally understood Feng Yong's deep meaning - the elder brother filled in those hundreds of human lives, and it turned out that they were really used as sacrifices.

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, didn't the magical weapons such as Ganjiang Moxie be made by sacrificing human lives?

"Is it that powerful?"

Zhao Guang's panda eyes widened, he directly took a horse-chopping knife, and then drew out his own saber, and the two struck each other, only a "clang" sound was heard, and sparks flew everywhere.

Zhao Guang looked at the sword carefully and took a deep breath.

I saw a small nail-like gap on the saber, while the saber saw only a gap the size of a grain of rice.

This saber was brought by my grandmother from an adult for self-defense, and it is the adult's favorite thing.

If my lord knew that he hadn't entered the battlefield yet, he would have made a big cut with his sword first, would he kill himself?

But looking at the knife again, Zhao Guang was so happy that he almost drooled immediately. He held the knife tightly in his hand, looked at the things in the hands of those behind Feng Yong, and asked tremblingly, " Brother, all these things are for the little brother?"

"It's not for you, it's for you and Zishi's side steps."

Dozens of sets of armor, are you going to crush yourself to death?

Seeing that Zhao Guang was about to speak again with a look of reluctance, Feng Yong blocked his mouth directly, "Don't worry, the things for you and Zishi are made by me, which are even better than these."

The saber in Zhao Guang's hand was useless, but fortunately Li Yi and others strongly urged Feng Yong to make them a saber, so Zhao Guang and Wang Xun were naturally indispensable.

Seeing that Zhao Guang was about to put on the armor specially made for himself on the spot, Feng Yong hurriedly stopped him, "What's the rush? Wear it when you're about to go to the battlefield, don't you feel tired and panic like this?"

"Why are you tired? I will wear it to sleep tonight!"

Zhao Guang let Bu Qu put armor on him on the official road no matter what, he didn't feel ashamed, and he replied with a silly face after listening to Feng Yong's words.

Looking at the expression on his face as he touched the cold iron piece on his body, it was as gentle as touching the skin of a beloved girl. It seemed that he didn't plan to take it off for the time being.

Zhao Guang was about to go to the battlefield, Feng Yong couldn't say anything, but when he saw that everyone in his series was dying and didn't want to let go, he immediately got angry and cursed, "Okay, look at you guys! Depressed look!"

"It's just this little thing, what's there to be reluctant about? 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 sleep at night, you won't be exhausted!"

"Brother, you're right! I think that this kind of sharp weapon and protective gear can be made by a big man. It's not bad to get three or five sets if you're exhausted! Whoever has the ability of brother can come up with dozens of sets at once. ?”

Zhao Guang had put on his armor and was still holding a saber in his hand. He was eager to slash himself with a weapon. Hearing Feng Yong's words, he quickly flattered him.

It's just that the flattery was a bit counterproductive, causing Bu Qu behind Feng Yong to show a painful expression on his face.

Before Feng Yong could speak, someone next to him gasped, "What kind of sharp weapon and protective gear did you talk about, so mysterious?"

The Southern Expedition is imminent, and there are also people like Feng Yong and others sending relatives and friends to the south on the official road, and there are not too many people coming and going.

It's rare to see people like Zhao Guang wearing armor in the official way, so it's a bit eye-catching. Now that he's bragging like this, someone interrupted and asked a question.

Feng Yong and others turned their heads to look, and saw a middle-aged man with a beard on the side of the road, his eyes were shining brightly, looking at the saber that had not been sheathed in the hand of Buqu.

"This is... the Saber? Why do you have so many Saber in your hands?"

The middle-aged man walked over without hesitation, his eyes just staring at the knife in Zhao Guang's hand.

The horse-cutting knife can behead a horse, and it is a recognized sharp weapon.

But there are very few people who can make a saber.

One is that the craftsmanship of craftsmen is very high, and the second, more important point is that the quality of iron is extremely high, so high that even in the heyday of the Han Dynasty, the output was extremely low.

What's more, in the era of war, even if they are not generals, those who can cut sabers in their hands are the most elite soldiers, and the number is very small.

It's just that before the middle-aged man walked up to the few people, he was directly blocked by the surrounding trilogy, and even pressed his hand on the handle of the knife, only to see that the man did something wrong, and he was about to use the knife to drink human blood .

The man was blocked, and only then did he realize something was wrong. If it were someone else, he would definitely have to apologize, but he had a dissatisfied look on his face, "You guys, why are you so stingy, I just want to see, and I don't want to steal your things!"

"What a big tone, do you dare to try it?"

Zhao Guang got a good baby and was very happy. He didn't care about the middle-aged man's tone. He patted the saber on his body and said something with a smile.

The middle-aged man glanced at the knife in his hand, with a look of disdain on his face, "Just the knife in your hand, if I have good quality iron, I can also hit it."

"If you have good iron, you can naturally hit it, but do you have good iron?"

Zhao Guang laughed, and pointed to the knives and armor, "Do you know how much good iron it takes to make such things?"

When the middle-aged man looked at the armor again, his eyes became even straighter.

"I know you guys!" The middle-aged man ignored Zhao Guang, his eyes flicked back and forth among them, "Who is Feng Mingwen? Did he take out these things?"

Feng Yong looked at the middle-aged man, although he was unkempt, but the material of the clothes on his body was not bad.

There are so many minions around me and the others, one can tell at a glance that his status is not low. Standing alone in front of him, he doesn't feel uncomfortable, it seems that he is also a person of status.

Immediately bowed and said, "May I ask who is your honor?"

"You are Feng Mingwen?" The middle-aged man didn't answer Feng Yong's words, looked him up and down through the series, and then said, "You look attractive, and it doesn't match your reputation! How can there be any Jia Wenhe?" The poisonous look?"