Under the setting sun, a dozen fast horses galloped on the official road outside Handan City.
Because of Zhao Kuo's token as evidence, the group of people left the city without any hindrance, even though the sun had set and the city gate was already on its way to closing.
The city gatekeeper who was a little impatient at first jumped up when he saw Zhao Kuo's token, and slowly pushed open the city gate that was about to close, and respectfully sent Zhao Kuo and his party out of the city. They were even afraid that Zhao Kuo and his party would turn back. It was not until they all disappeared into the darkness that the city gatekeeper ordered the city gate to be closed.
At this time, it was nearly a quarter of an hour later than the usual closing time of the city gate.
Rules have always been a tool to restrain the weak. Even the superiors never felt that they were breaking the rules, just like Zhao Kuo and his soldiers running on the road now.
In just two or three quarters of an hour, Zhao Kuo and his soldiers rushed to the other courtyard.
In the backyard, in the training ground, dozens of huge boxes were neatly placed. Under the moonlight, the black boxes gradually gave off a gloomy aura, making people afraid to approach them easily.
At Zhao Kuo's request, the four soldiers carried the two boxes in front of Zhao Kuo. The heavy boxes made it difficult for the two elite soldiers.
Under the firelight, the long box was finally opened. The black box was still filled with darkness. If it weren't for the reflected light from the edge of the blade, one would almost think that there was nothing in the box.
Zhao Kuo took a look and immediately took hold of it. It was solid, even a little heavy. His anger sank in his Dantian, and he exerted force with both hands. The objects in the box were immediately pulled up from the ground. Zhao Kuo turned his wrist lightly, and the weapon drew a beautiful curve in the air from bottom to top. A sound of "um" was heard as it broke through the air. .
"What a sword!" Zhao Ping and the soldiers on the side praised unanimously.
With a sound of "Hmm", Zhao Kuo clenched his long sword and chopped it down from top to bottom in the air.
"Ouch", the long sword hit the ground hard, splitting a crack into the rammed martial arts field, and nearly a third of the blade even sank into the rammed earth.
Its great power is evident.
Everyone on the side also opened their mouths wide, but soon everyone reacted and slapped a rainbow fart.
"The general is mighty!"
"Good energy"
However, his family knew about his family affairs. Zhao Kuo had injuries on his chest and back, and he couldn't use his strength at all. Even after these two moments, Zhao Kuo felt a little out of breath, and his back was also burning. It was obviously... Some of the scabbed wounds burst due to the exertion of force.
Although Zhao Kuo was not lost in the cheers, he still had to pretend.
Immediately, his feet secretly dug into the roots, and his hands used strength again to pull the long knife out of the soil. With a "dang" sound, Zhao Kuo stood the long knife firmly on the field.
All the soldiers were proud to take a closer look at this terrifying long sword.
Its entire body is dark, its length is taller than a person's height, its thick central ridge, and its width of nearly a palm, which all demonstrate its sense of power. It is bladed on both sides, and its blade length accounts for almost one-third of the entire length. It's still long, and it's exquisitely polished, making the long blade glow a little coldly in the moonlight; even the handle is actually made of iron, and is wrapped with finely treated leather to increase the grip. feeling and friction.
Yes, this sword is exactly the long sword that Zhao Kuo made based on his impression of the Han Dynasty war horse sword. Of course, because of the way it is edged on both sides, it can also be called a "sword", but obviously, this weapon is more suitable for wide-open swords. A combination of slashing and killing, and this way of fighting is obviously more appropriate to be called a knife.
And its evolved style had an even more frightening name in the Tang Dynasty - Mo Dao. Obviously, Zhao Kuo also built it in the direction of Mo Dao.
Just looking at the weight, I'm afraid it's enough to make three or five standard long knives. If it were hit with one blow, I'm afraid it wouldn't be disembowelled, but the bones and tendons would be broken. Coupled with the sharp performance that I just saw, it is not "killing God when God blocks, and killing Buddha when Buddha blocks"! Obviously this is a rare and powerful weapon!
Except for Zhao Ping, everyone present had rolled over the battlefield three times.
We know how terrifying these magical weapons are on the battlefield. These weapons were obviously prepared for them. Just looking at the number of boxes on one side, it was obviously not enough for one person and one sword.
"Yes, how could such a magic weapon be obtained so easily?" Everyone speculated in their hearts: "There is a huge difference between making three or five long knives and fusing three or five long knives into one." Two things."
However, they obviously misunderstood this point. Because of the improvement of iron-making technology, not only the amount of iron smelted has exploded, but also the iron in the molten state can be manipulated by craftsmen at will. If it weren't for time, Zhao Wei would definitely have delivered more than this idea.
Of course, in Zhao Kuo's view, although Mo Dao is good, there are still huge difficulties in really shining on the battlefield. At least in large-scale battles, Mo Dao's role is minimal.
Without him, even if Zhao Wei can produce thousands of Mo Dao, the number of people who can actually use the Mo Dao is limited because they lack strength!
Nowadays, whether in Zhao or other countries, it is good enough for the soldiers to have food and clothing. It is almost impossible to have enough food and meat! If Mo Dao truly became the main force on the battlefield, he would need at least several thousand warriors, but feeding this group of warriors would probably not be as easy as raising an army of tens of thousands.
Of course, with the dignity of Zhao Kuo, there is no problem in having dozens of swordsmen under his command. Whether you use it as your own bodyguard or as the straw that breaks the camel's back, it is a very good choice. After the battle with Shangdang, Zhao Kuo was obviously more concerned about his own safety. There was nothing he could do, his chest still hurts!
However, the soldiers did not know what Zhao Kuo was thinking. What they knew was that there were too many monks and too few people, and their eyes were all red when they saw the long boxes.
Zhao Kuo didn't pay attention to everyone's looks. After inspecting the Mo Dao again, he immediately moved to another wooden box with a more square array.
Zhao Ping understood and immediately opened the wooden box.
What he saw lying quietly inside was no longer a long Mo Dao, but a suit of dark armor. Following Zhao Kuo's slight nod, Zhao Ping immediately stretched out his hand to take out the armor.
"Huh?" Zhao Ping asked softly in confusion.
