In the end, Zhao Ping didn't overpower everyone and had no choice but to lead them to see the weapons.
The weapons are stored in Xiagu.
Created by Zhang Jiuya.
Since Zhao Ping built the bellows, he used charcoal to increase the flame temperature.
Zhang Jiuya was completely convinced.
Not only did he stay in Xiping Village, he even called three of his apprentices over.
Four people, plus Xia Gu, work on it non-stop every day.
Many weapons have been made.
The first item is an axe.
Made of pure iron, it weighs twenty kilograms.
This is specially tailored by Zhao Ping for the fierce Fat Man team.
They are tall and powerful, and with heavy axes, they can definitely sweep the battlefield and become an invincible presence.
Wen Qi took the ax from Li Hu and staggered, almost falling down.
Blushing, he said, "Why is this ax so heavy?"
"Mr. Zhao, this thing can't be used on the battlefield at all."
"Carrying such a heavy ax makes the road a little unstable, let alone fighting."
"This is not for you."
Zhao Ping said speechlessly: "Brother Meng, come and try."
Gao Meng stepped forward, took the ax from Wen Qi's hand, swung it a few times, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Yes, yes, with this thing, I can chop down ten of them."
Wen Qi's face turned redder.
No matter how you say it, you are still the seventh master of Black Wind Village, a fierce general known for his strength.
It is difficult to carry an ax these days.
Compared with Gao Meng, he was so unbearable.
Heifeng Village was already competing with the escorts under Xia Quan, but at this time it seemed that they were obviously a head shorter than them.
Zhao Ping ignored him.
I am even happy to see this situation. Only with competition can we continue to make progress.
Gao Meng didn't care about the reaction of everyone in Black Wind Village, and said carelessly: "Mr. Zhao, how many of these axes can you hit?"
"Can you equip each of us in the camp with one?"
"cannot."
Zhao Ping shook his head.
There are now fifty-three people in the trapped camp, and there are only twenty axes, which is far from enough.
Mainly because it was built too slowly.
Casting is fast though.
Unfortunately, Zhao Ping didn't know how to melt iron into a liquid state, so he could only study it slowly.
Anyway, he has given the idea to Zhang Jiuya. Whether he can figure it out depends on Zhang Jiuya's understanding.
Now it can increase the speed of forging, which is already very good.
Then Zhao Ping said to Wen Qi: "Wen Qi, you are not suitable for using an axe. I have prepared another weapon for you."
With that said, Zhao Ping took out a Tang Dao from the warehouse.
"This is...a knife?"
Wen Qi asked uncertainly, "Why is it different from our knife?"
"This is called Tang Dao."
Zhao Ping explained: "It uses a special technique, which is much more powerful than your ghost head sword."
"Really?"
Wen Qi didn't believe it, "I'll try."
He took the Tang Dao and took out the Ghost Tou Dao from his waist.
The two cut each other.
Click!
There was a crisp sound, and the ghost-headed sword broke.
"this……"
Wen Qi was dumbfounded.
Then he became very excited, and the hand holding the Tang Dao was trembling.
He spent five taels of silver to have the Ghost Head Sword made by someone from an old blacksmith in the county town. It was pretty good.
But in front of Tang Dao, he was like dregs of tofu.
It breaks when touched.
"Mr. Zhao, with this kind of Tang sword, I feel like I can cut ten of them by myself."
Wen Qi's self-confidence is overwhelming.
Liu Mengru also became interested and took the Tang Dao from Wen Qi's hand.
Pull out a piece of hair and blow lightly.
The hair jumped over the blade and broke into two pieces.
Liu Mengru said with an moved expression: "Blow hair and break hair, cut iron like clay, this is a precious sword."
"Ms. sir, how did you make such a knife?"
"Master Zhang made it. I don't know exactly how."
Zhao Ping smiled bitterly.
He just improved the temperature of the fire, gave him a blueprint of the Tang Dao, and then Zhang Jiuya fiddled with the real Tang Dao.
When Zhao Ping experimented, he thought it was a precious sword.
It's a pity that it can't be mass-produced, so it can only be forged one hammer at a time. In such a long time, Master Zhang and his apprentices have only been able to forge ten.
The degree of difficulty is extremely high.
Fortunately, Zhang Jiuya said that if iron can be melted into water, mass production can be achieved.
By then, as long as he has enough iron, he can guarantee that everyone will have a Tang Dao.
"Can this method be promoted?"
Liu Mengru asked, "If it is possible, we will invite many blacksmiths to come over and forge together."
"cannot."
Zhao Ping shook his head, "The world is unclear, so we should keep it for ourselves."
"Slow down, slow down. There are only ten at the moment. Each of your three forces will take three."
"The remaining one is worn by Li Hu."
"And me?"
Liu Mengru asked slightly aggrieved.
"I've also prepared your weapons."
Zhao Ping said with a smile and took out another weapon from the warehouse.
It's a gun.
Bright silver gun.
Made of pure iron.
The barrel of the gun is two feet long, and the head of the gun is one foot and eight feet long.
Weighs eighty-one pounds.
Bright all over.
There is a tassel hanging on the head of the gun, and there is a hidden hook inside the tassel.
Liu Mengru couldn't put it down when she saw it.
She waved a few times, taking advantage of it.
Not paying attention to the people around him, he ran up to Zhao Ping, stood on tiptoes, and kissed him on the face.
"Mr. Sir, thank you."
"Why are you thanking me?"
Zhao Ping smiled and said: "Forging weapons for you, isn't that what I should do?"
Only then did Liu Mengru realize that her behavior was out of line, and her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.
Fortunately, everyone around is used to it.
And they were all immersed in new weapons and couldn't extricate themselves, and no one laughed at them.
Zhao Ping equipped them with Zhuge Liannu.
Lu Xiu and his son made them in their free time, only one hundred and fifty in total.
Fortunately, there are not many sharp archers.
Most of them were among the escorts led by Xia Quan, so there were more, eighty.
Qi Liang has some officers and soldiers under his command, plus guards from the county and city.
Since those guards followed Qi Liang, they have made a lot of money and are not willing to return to the county.
Peng Yue learned that they had succeeded in suppressing the bandits, so he let them stay there.
Anyway, the county is very safe. Let them practice a little. If they encounter enemy invaders in the future, they will be able to stop them and not become deserters.
These people all came from the army and were familiar with bows and arrows.
I also practiced the Zhuge Liannu, and although I couldn't hit the target as well as Xia Quan, I could still hit seven out of ten.
They were given forty Zhuge Liannu.
Heifeng Village is full of bandits, and there aren't many people who can shoot arrows.
But because he had to fight with Zhao Ping, for the safety of his husband, he only got thirty Zhuge Liannu.
According to Zhao Ping's idea, he planned to train cavalry.
After all, cavalry are more powerful when they charge.
It's a pity that there is no war horse.
They had nearly a hundred ordinary horses, but most of them were taken away by Gao Meng to convey messages.
The remaining ones can barely be responsible for transporting supplies and cannot be mobilized at all.
Of course, these ordinary horses are far inferior to war horses.
If you really go to the battlefield and face other people's war horses, you will probably lose completely.
So Zhao Ping gave up training cavalry.
I can only wait until I have the opportunity to buy a war horse before making any plans.
After arranging things, everyone went back.
If you don’t train for the past three days, take a break and spend more time with your family.
Send troops in three days.
Zhao Ping also took Liu Mengru back home.
As soon as they arrived, Wen Hui came up to him and begged, "Sir, do you want to suppress the bandits?"
"Can you take me with you?"
"What are you taking with me?"
Zhao Ping frowned and secretly glanced at Mu Qiaoqiao.
If she hadn't revealed the news, how would Wen Hui know about it?
"Why are you staring at me?"
Mu Qiaoqiao was not afraid at all, "Suppressing bandits is a war, life or death is uncertain, and no one knows what unpredictable things will happen."
"You are a family, shouldn't you say goodbye properly?"
"Do you still want to hide it from them?"
"Mu Qiaoqiao, just be your cook."
Liu Mengru raised her bright silver gun and said sternly: "If you want to take care of our family's affairs, you must marry Mr."
"Otherwise, if you keep talking, even if you are the niece of the Crown Prince, I will still dare to take your head."
Mu Qiaoqiao is very afraid of Liu Mengru.
When this woman is gentle, she can melt people like water.
When he becomes resolute, he is like a god of murder walking down the battlefield, and the momentum he bursts out makes people shudder.
In addition, Yi Bai once told her that the most powerful person around Zhao Ping was not Li Hu, but Liu Mengru.
In terms of fighting alone, Li Hu may be the strongest.
But when it comes to killing people, Liu Mengru ranks first.
Yi Bai felt the pressure on Liu Mengru's body, which was the evil spirit created by the deep bones.
Mu Qiaoqiao did not dare to disobey this woman, so she could only leave in despair.
Liu Mengru then continued: "Wen Hui, I couldn't even follow my husband to the battlefield, let alone you."
"We two sisters keep the house."
"I'm in charge of the force, you're in charge of the business."
"Only if we stabilize the rear, our husband can conquer the battlefield in peace and peace of mind."
"I see."
Wen Hui nodded slightly disappointed.
"Of course, there's another big responsibility."
"What is it?"
"Spread the branches and leaves of the Zhao family."
Liu Mengru said seriously: "My husband will set off in three days. During these three days, you can't let him go anywhere, except to eat and sleep."
"You have to make sure you get pregnant."
"this……"
Wen Hui was a little embarrassed.
Liu Mengru slammed the bright silver gun onto the ground, making a dull thud.
He said coldly: "How dare you disobey?"
"Sister, I obey."
Wen Hui bowed respectfully.
Without giving Zhao Ping a chance to talk, he dragged him and ran to the west room.
After three strokes, five divided by two, he took off his clothes.
ah? This...should it be so wild?
I am a normal man, not a pig!
Zhao Ping struggled a little and cooperated with Wen Hui to do something important in his life.
