This bit of coke can produce not much iron at all, that is, it can make about thirty sets of armor, plus thirty horse-killing 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 Bu Bu's unwillingness 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 personal soldiers have always been the best among the soldiers, because they are elites on the battlefield and are also the last protectors of the lord.
"Yi Wen, don't ask for things like Xiao Sui," 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 spent hundreds of lives in the furnace to get them.
It is one of the best battlefield weapons in the world!"
At that time, the 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.
Isn’t this how Mo Xie, the go-getter back then, got his name?
"Is it that powerful?"
Zhao Guang's panda eyes widened, he took a sword and 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.
I saw a gap as big as a small fingernail on the sword, and only a gap the size of a grain of rice on the horizontal sword.
This sword was given to me by my mother for self-defense, and it is your beloved one.
If the adults know that they have not yet gone to the battlefield, they will make a big gash with their swords. Are they afraid that they will kill themselves?
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. 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 a sword for them, 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 when you go to the battlefield. Don't you feel tired like this?"
"Why are you tired? I will wear it to bed tonight!"
Zhao Guang ignored it and asked Bu Qu to wear his armor on the official road. He didn't feel embarrassed. After hearing 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, as tenderly as if he were touching the skin of his beloved girl, it seemed that he had no intention of taking 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.
Looking dejected!”
"If it's not just these things, why wouldn't you want to part with them? From now on, I will 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. You will 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?
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Zhao Guang had put on his armor and was holding a sword in his hand. He was eager to use the weapon to cut himself. When he heard Feng Yong's words, he quickly flattered him.
It's just that this flattery had the opposite effect, causing the face of Buqu behind Feng Yong to show an expression 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 was imminent, and there were people like Feng Yong and others on official roads sending their relatives and friends to go south. There were not many people coming and going.
It is rare for people like Zhao Guang to wear armor in official circles, so they are a bit eye-catching. Now that he heard him boasting like this, 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 as he looked at the unsheathed saber held by Bu Qu.
"This is... a horse-zanting sword? How come you have so many horse-zanting swords in your hands?"
The middle-aged man walked over regardless, looking straight at the knife in Zhao Guang's hand.
The horse-cutting knife can chop off a horse's head and is a recognized sharp weapon.
But there are very few people who can make a machete.
First, the requirements for craftsmen's craftsmanship are very high. The second, more important point is that the quality requirements for iron are 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 and drink human blood.
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The man was blocked, and then he realized that something was wrong. Anyone else would have apologized, but he had a look of dissatisfaction on his face, "Why are these little kids so stingy? I just wanted to see, it's not like that."
Steal your things!"
"What a strong tone. Do you dare to give it a try?"
Zhao Guang got a good baby and felt very happy. He didn't care about the middle-aged man's tone, 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 iron, I could punch it out."
"If you have good iron, you can naturally beat it, but do you have good iron?"
Zhao Guang laughed and pointed at the knives and armor, "Do you know how much iron is used to build such things?"
The middle-aged man looked at those 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 slovenly, but the material of his clothes was not bad, and he didn't feel uncomfortable standing in front of a few people who were obviously of high status. He seemed to be a person of high status.
Immediately he bowed and said, "May I ask who your honor is?"
"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."