Wearing armor and hanging a halo looks majestic and sounds nice, but it is actually painful to wear.
It's cold in winter and hot in summer and heavy, so soldiers can't wear it until they go into battle.
If the inside can be improved, the wearer will feel better.
Song Liyun said: "Look, this woolen cloth is warmer and more insulating than the coarse cloth you wear. What would happen if all the winter clothes of the Zhenbei Army were replaced by this?"
Zhao Tingduo is an expert. He can understand the huge difference just by touching the woolen cloth on his hand.
He quickly looked through the wool several times, looking at the lines on it that were obviously different from the Di people's spinning method, and asked: "Where does this cloth come from? How much can I buy?"
His first reaction was to follow his Di tribe soldiers.
In the past two years, there have been more than a dozen battles, and six of the fifty soldiers have been killed. He wants the remaining tribesmen to enjoy the best things.
Song Liyun said: "This is the sample just sent by Manager Wan. I would like to discuss with you to provide the wool raw materials from the grassland to Wanjia, and then purchase this woolen fabric for the military camp."
Zhao Tingduo's eyes were sharp: "I want to earn money from the Zhenbei Army's military salary..."
"A businessman cannot afford to be too early if he is not profitable. It is not just about making money. You and the garrison are aware of the benefits it can bring."
Song Liyun is a businessman. In business, his combat power must be improved, and the Zhenbei Army must also earn money.
The improvement of the military's combat power is of great importance to the generals.
Zhao Tingduo only thought for a moment and then said: "Okay, I'll tell my elder brother about this, but the clan soldiers must be equipped first."
The first thing he thought of was his own people.
"That's natural. Besides, I've told Manager Wan to order another batch of fine silk for the lining of the armor, so that the wool won't prick the flesh."
"Good quality silk? Can't we use cotton? Our rough skin and flesh are afraid of getting pricked!"
Zhao Tingduo felt a little worried about the money. Woolen cloth was barely the same price as a cotton-padded jacket, but silk was not cheap.
You can't just switch to a more expensive one just because it looks good and doesn't cut the flesh. Men who go to the battlefield are not afraid of suffering such hardships.
Song Liyun smiled and was about to speak, but her smile suddenly solidified. She slowly turned her head to look at Zhao Tingduo, frowned and said, "What is the lining of your armor?"
Hearing her strange question, Zhao Tingduo raised his eyebrows and said, "It's all made of fabric like everyone else."
Zhao Tingduo's armor was given by Zhao Tinglei. There were fifty sets in total, under the control of the Ministry of Works. His armor was naturally the same as the others, just scrubbed clean.
Song Liyun's expression changed instantly. She hugged Zhao Tinglei and murmured: "I'm sorry, I forgot such a big thing!"
"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Tingduo patted her on the back.
You are fine, why do you say sorry out of nowhere!
"Quickly, take out your armor and let me see it! I need it urgently!"
Song Liyun immediately urged Zhao Tingduo to get his armor.
What is this for?
What is this for?
Not only Zhao Tingduo didn't understand what Song Liyun was going to do, Song Dekui and Lin Qingyuan were also attracted next to him.
Soon, leather corbels were tied to two wooden pillars in the martial arts field in the side courtyard where the Lei Ziying guards lived.
Zhao Tingduo took it upon himself to cover the cow legs with the leather armor worn by the sergeant.
Like a human being, he wears a coarse cloth cloak outside the leather armor to protect him from the wind and sand.
The seven or eight guards who stayed in the city lord's mansion gathered around and pointed at the cow legs.
Someone asked Fang Zheng, who was holding a small notebook: "Old Fang, what are you going to do, young master? You have to use a corbel as a target when practicing archery!"
These are the soldiers of the Di tribe from the Uda tribe.
Fang Zheng said mysteriously: "You will know in a moment, the young lady has got a treasure for us!"
"What baby?"
"Say it! Speak it! Lao Fang, you weren't such a secretive person before, why now that you are in charge of the warehouse, you are not learning the same thing!"
"Why does Third Young Master want us to use the cow leg?"
This is a sergeant from Lei Ziying.
Seeing that Fang Zheng was pretending to be mysterious, the sergeants around him were so anxious that if Zhao Tingduo hadn't been there, they would have grabbed the notebooks to see what was written on them.
In fact, Fang Zheng didn't know what to do. Just now Song Liyun hurried to the warehouse and asked him to bring out the best silk.
Song Liyun had prepared these things before, and one of the dowries sent by Duke An was a tribute.
But when he saw the young lady tearing the silk into several pieces and sewing them into the lining of the leather armor, his heart seemed to be torn in half.
Fang Zheng is now in charge of the warehouse and knows the price of every item clearly.
What the young lady tore was silk worth ten taels of silver per piece. It fell apart easily and was inserted into the armor.
The effect is good.
A piece of leather armor is made of tawny leather on the outside, but bright white silk on the inside. It looks like the entire armor is sparkling.
It's just that the young lady's sewing skills are poor, I'm really embarrassed to mention it.
He couldn't say this clearly. He pointed vaguely at Zhao Tingduo who was adjusting his position and said: "You guys will take a look at the city lord's archery skills later."
"Screw you, Lao Fang, do you still need to look at the Third Young Master's archery skills? Everyone knows that he is a perfect shot! He is the best archer in the camp, and only Qi Rong can compare with him."
"Hey, don't talk, look!"
Several people here were still chattering around Fang Zheng. On the other side, Zhao Tingduo and Song Liyun were already ready.
Zhao Tingduo gestured to Fang Zheng and took out two arrows from the quiver.
There was a sudden silence on the field, and everyone stared at the young master.
Zhao Tingduo was less than fifty steps away from the stake, so there was no pressure to hit the target at such a close distance.
I saw him raise his hand... let go, and with two whoosh sounds, the long arrow hit the wooden stake.
Zhao Tingduo came over, and Fang Zheng also trotted over holding a small notebook.
Others also swarmed around.
The long arrow has torn the outer coarse cloth and penetrated deeply into the leather armor.
Zhao Tingduo casually opened the leather armor on the left side, and the arrow inside pierced a hole in the cotton cloth and penetrated deeply into the calf.
"Fang Zheng, pull out the arrow!"
Fang Zheng agreed, put the notebook into the hands of the sergeant next to him, and drew the arrow with his free hand.
For a moment... without pulling it out, he quickly looked at Zhao Tingduo: "Third Young Master, the bone is hooked!"
The arrow shot so deep that it almost pierced the cow's leg. The arrow's barb hooked the bone. Before it was taken out, the bones inside could be heard cracking.
Zhao Tingduo frowned slightly, this was the severity of the arrow wound.
The so-called arrow wounds are not only injuries caused by the pointed arrows piercing the flesh, but also the injuries caused by being shot in the heart. The main cause of death is also the specially made undercut on the arrows.
In this way, when the arrowhead enters the flesh, it will hook on the bone and surrounding muscles, making it impossible to pull it out. The only way is to cut off the arrow shaft first and let the doctor operate to remove the arrow.
If you try to pull it out by force, the muscles and bones inside will be scratched, which will cause severe pain, and may even leave you with lifelong disabilities.
In severe cases, blood vessels and nerves will be severed, and one's life will be evacuated on the spot.
On the battlefield without medical treatment, arrows cannot be taken out quickly, and blood loss is also the cause of battle damage.
Zhao Tingduo remembered what Song Liyun said and said in a deep voice: "Use the old method to get the arrows!"
Fang Zheng changed his hand, took out a silver knife from his sleeve, and began to dig out the arrowhead from the beef leg meat along the root of the arrow shaft.