In my previous life, I only bought a knife or sword as a collectible in almost a year or two. Ever since I bought a house and took out a loan, it felt like I was being pinned to the ground and peeling off the skin layer by layer. This may be what is called a mortgage.
Since that time, Yang Qian remembered that he had not bought any cold weapons for at least two or three years, let alone any iron sword. He once longed to test ancient cold weapons but was unable to do so because of taking out a loan to buy a house.
Now I can finally use and test cold weapons comfortably. Is there anything happier than this for a cold weapon lover?
"Ouch~~~!"
Pulling out the Su Iron Sword, holding it tightly with both hands, Yang Gan took a deep breath and slashed downwards with all his strength.
"嚓~~!"
A cold light flashed, not only the thirty layers of leather armor were cut in two, but also the wooden stakes underneath were cut in half.
"Damn, it's so sharp~~~!" Yang Qian couldn't help but bring the knife closer and looked at it carefully. The cold light was so cold that there wasn't even a trace or a break.
But when Yang Qian inspected the leather armor, his brows furrowed. The cut parts of the dozen or so layers of leather armor above were neat and smooth, but the leather armor below was burred and very rough.
"No, you can't use strong force. Krisna and Belika are not suitable either." Yang Gan instinctively pushed the two women aside and shouted outside.
"Zhang Yumeng, Ran Jing, come in."
After Ran Jing came in, he cupped his hands and said, "General, Miss Zhang is not here. She went to have fun somewhere else."
"Let her go. Try this knife and see how many layers of leather it can cut off~~~~!"
"Then I should pull with all my strength?" Ran Jing asked.
"With all your strength? Hahaha, just use your strength, go all out, wait..." Yang Gan thought for a while, but couldn't help but said, "Save a little strength."
Ran Jing almost used the wrong strength. "General, my strength is quite good recently."
Yang Gan glanced at his butt and sneered, "I'm afraid your butt will bleed."
Ran Jing's face suddenly turned red. He held the knife in both hands and slashed with the same force as when killing the enemy.
"嚓~~!"
The leather armor flew around and fell to the ground. Yang Qian counted it carefully and frowned. He took the Su Tiedao and rubbed it with his fingers, muttering in confusion.
"That's not right. Historical records record that the Su Iron Sword can cut through thirty layers of leather armor. Why did it only cut through twelve or thirteen layers in Ran Jing's hands?"
Yang Qian did not believe in evil, so he called a dozen soldiers again and took turns to cut down. Some cut down fifteen levels, and others cut down eighteen or twenty levels, but none of them met the standards recorded in history books.
Yang Gan couldn't help himself, grabbed the knife and walked towards the blacksmith shop.
The sword forged by Ou Yexia is indeed a magic weapon in this era. If it were not for the difficulty in the supply of iron ore, the cost would be greatly reduced, making it very suitable for large army equipment.
But you get what you pay for. The same money and the same materials can go to the next level, so why settle for second best.
"Old man Xia, come out here."
As soon as he entered the blacksmith shop, Yang Gan started shouting. It was his first time to defend the city. Yang Gan was very cautious and would never commit the stupid plot in the TV series.
Ou Yexia was stunned and secretly thought, "It's going to be bad."
When Yang Qian asks someone for help, it's always Master Ouye. When he wants to find trouble, it's Old Man Xia. My surname is Ouye, not Xia.
"Hey, General Yang, are you satisfied with the sword?" Ou Yexia said with a smile.
Yang Qian's nose was so angry that he said, "Old man Xia, the knife I designed can break through thirty layers of leather armor. Why can the one you hit can only break through fifteen layers of leather armor?"
Ou Yexia thumped and slapped Ma's leg with flattery, "I don't even know this...I built it according to your request."
"Come on, come on, tell me the whole process completely."
Ou Yexia did not dare to neglect and explained the entire process of casting the Su Iron Sword. Yang Qian also listened carefully.
"Wait, you said you quenched it with water? Why, what I want is quenching it with pig urine and lard?"
Ou Yexia's skill level is very high, but he still has not escaped from the problem of habit. Since ancient times, quenching has been done with water, which is nothing more than adding some minerals to the water. This kind of quenching is the secret of his own blacksmith.
Yang Gan said depressedly, "Well, you old Xia Tou, more than 500 of them have been made this time. There is nothing we can do. From today on, all the iron knives made will be quenched with the urine of five animals. By the way, pigs Don’t forget the oil, I understand.”
"I understand."
Yang Qian has watched Su Tiedao's information and documentaries dozens of times. The key to this knife is that it is made of steel, which is both soft and hard.
There is also quenching. If the perfection of the Su Tiejiao is expressed in percentage, then the quenching step accounts for at least 30%.
Urine is in charge of extreme cooling, the cooling rate is very fast, and some minerals can also be attached to it. Lard is inert and cools slowly.
Only by alternating and repeated quenching can the Sutie sword be strong and soft. No matter whether it is cutting people or colliding with weapons for a short time, the blade will not break.
Precisely because of its excellent performance and low price, it can leave a mark in the history of the Chinese nation.
In the history of the evolution of knives, it also serves as a link between the previous and the following.
Without the birth of Su Tiedao, Tang Hengdao would have lost its basic reference template.
"Report~~~~~!" A soldier with an order flag rushed in and shouted with dry lips, "General Yang, a large number of cavalry have been spotted fifty miles away."
Yang Gan's face actually showed a hint of joy, "How many people are there?"
"About 150,000 troops."
"How's the speed?"
"Not too fast, not too slow, it may not come today."
"Go down, Ran Jing~~~~!"
Ran Jing walked in from outside and said, "General!"
"Beat the drums and order the troops."
Ran Jing's heart shivered and he said loudly, "Nuo~~~~!"
Not long after, the sound of gathering resounded throughout Baiyun Pass.
"Dong dong dong~~~~!"
A dozen big men were naked, showing their strong muscles. They were swinging drumsticks as thick as a baby's arms and hammering the snare drum continuously.
All the soldiers began to gather inside the school grounds. Yang Qian came to the high platform of the school grounds with a bright light on his bed and an iron sword on his waist.
Looking down at all the soldiers, it turned out that the combat power of the frontier army was indeed good. Unfortunately, only the soldiers in the small square formation at the front stood in the most orderly manner.
Every time there was a battle, the general would say something to encourage morale, which was nothing more than promotion of officers and titles, and rewards of money. However, Yang Qian did not want to encourage morale like this. He had trained troops himself and knew what the soldiers were thinking.
To put it harshly, most of those who can come here to serve as soldiers are recruited by conscription, that is, they are forced to come here. Do such people have a will? Not at all. It's just a good fight with a tailwind, but when it comes to a headwind, it's a big defeat.
Therefore, soldiers in this era are soldiers for their own sake, and very few are soldiers to protect their families and the country. Yang Qian's idea is that they don't all need to be literate, but they must all understand this truth.
"Soldiers, the Huns are still fifty miles away from us. They will attack us today and tomorrow. I want to ask you why you are fighting."
The ordering soldiers passed Yang Gan's words one by one, and suddenly the whole army began to discuss it.
"Of course it's about making contributions."
"You have made great achievements, but I was dragged here."
"It's really miserable for me. I just got married and my wife was kidnapped without even seeing her."
"Maybe your wife is ugly."
.......
Yang Gan said, "I know that many of you are here for your own future, and some of you are forced to join the army. You are suffering every day in the military camp. It is summer now, and in winter, you will also suffer from the cold... "
King Xia Wen on the side raised his eyebrows and said dissatisfiedly to Qu Xiuwen, "What on earth is Zhao'er doing? Is there such a way to boost morale? Maybe General Zhenbei made a mistake. It's better to let Tian Zong take command to boost the momentum."
Qu Xiuwen also muttered, "Logically speaking, Young Master Zhao is not such a person."
Yang Gan's words resonated with all the soldiers, and many soldiers began to complain that they couldn't eat well, live well here, and couldn't even see their families.
"I don't know if my sister at home still has food rations..."
"I don't know if I can catch up with this year's autumn harvest..."
"I don't know if dad's waist is feeling better..."
"The little tabby cat in the yard at the door, I wonder if the aunt next door feeds it..."
An atmosphere of despair began to rise among the troops.
King Xia Wen shook his head in disappointment, and now even Xue Kang'an and Qu Xiuwen had nothing to say.
Yang Gan suddenly shouted loudly, "But you don't know, you don't know at all, there are Huns and wolves outside. Once they enter the pass, they will kill your parents, enslave your children, and insult your women."
All the soldiers looked angry.
"You guard the border here to provide a good environment for your family. You endure hardship here so that your children will not have to endure hardship. Every Huns you kill here means one less enemy for our descendants."
"Many things must be done by someone. If none of you are willing to endure hardship or work hard, then it will be our children who will work hard in the future. Only when we have a country can we have a family. Only when the country is strong can we live and work in peace and contentment."
"Click rub rub~~~~!" The two thousand phalanx soldiers at the front all pulled out their long swords.
They roared in unison, "We will be loyal to our country with no regrets, no regrets, no regrets~~~~~!"
When Yang Gan explained the truth in extremely simple words and let the soldiers understand why they were fighting, the atmosphere reached its peak.
Many soldiers were furious and shouted, "We are also willing to protect our homeland and our country."
"Me too."
"I'm not afraid of death~~~"
"In order to make my son's life better, I must kill all the Huns."
In the phalanx of two thousand people at the front, Ran Jing sang loudly, "How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raised an army, I repaired my spear. I share the same enemy with you..."
