There was no sight of the sword or the shadow of the sword, and there was no sound of breaking wind. Only the sound of Gebu tearing could be heard.
I saw that the shield had been cut in half, and the thick wooden stakes on the arms behind it had also been cut off. After careful inspection, I found that the break was as smooth as a mirror, without a trace of burrs.
Both of them were experts, and their eyes widened. Yang Qian kept rubbing the sword in his hand and couldn't help but make a "tsk tsk" sound.
Ou Yexia looked distressed and patted her thigh regretfully, "It would be better if I could be gentler."
The frustration of being unable to use a magical weapon after being forged is something no blacksmith can tolerate.
What are weapons? Many swordsmen or rangers will say that they are friends and other nonsense.
friend?
slave?
Regardless of what they are, weapons are meant to be used. If they cannot be used, they are useless unless they have symbolic meaning.
Yang Qian ignored them and slashed at the wooden stakes of different armors. Without any surprise, they all broke in two.
"If I'm not mistaken, these armors and shields are equipment of Liao Guo and Xing Guo."
"Yes, Sir, in terms of shields, Shang State is stronger than us and other vassal states, but the armor is only average."
"Liao's shields are not very good, and most of them are wooden shields, but their heavy crossbows are of good craftsmanship."
"As for Xingguo, we rarely interact with them. After all, they are far away. Apart from a battle fought more than ten years ago, we basically don't have much contact with them. They only have a few pieces of armor and shields that were kept in the armory."
Ou Yexia rubbed the cut on the shield, shook her head, and exclaimed, "But it doesn't make any difference. It's all the same anyway. It's really a magic weapon."
Ou Yexia immediately pressed her feet and chest, with a look of regret on her face, wondering why her hands were so mean.
After the shields and armors on more than a dozen wooden stakes were cut off, a thin layer of sweat actually appeared on Yang Gan's forehead.
"Huh~~ Damn it's really heavy~!"
"Sir, when the meteorite iron arrives next time, I will make you a magic weapon that is most suitable for you."
Ou Yexia said a little embarrassed that it was difficult for Yang Qian to wield a weapon despite his physical strength.
Yang Qian put the sword on his shoulder again. The blade was very thick and it didn't hurt at all when it was placed on his shoulder.
"Old man Ouye, you forgot, I'm only nine years old. What if I were nineteen? I believe I can use this magic weapon."
Ou Yexia suddenly thought that the victorious and unrivaled general in front of him, the county governor who loved the people so much and had outstanding political achievements was only nine years old, and she almost forgot his age.
Shaking his head, Ou Yexia reminded him, "Sir, let me say one more word, old man. You should use this knife sparingly. You are still young. If your foundation is damaged or your body is damaged, you will be in trouble."
Yang Qian kept throwing the knife away, feeling so happy that he didn't want to use it anymore. What is he? He is a military commander. What do military commanders like most? Weapons, armor, and horses.
A suitable and extremely sharp sword can increase your kill rate by 50% or even 80% when killing enemies on the battlefield.
Many people think that the sharper the weapon, the better. In fact, on the ancient battlefield, whether the weapon is sharp or not is not the most important. The most important thing is only one thing.
That is solidity. Only strong weapons will not be cut off. If the weapons are cut off on the battlefield, then be prepared to die.
What Yang Qian has to do now is how to turn the sword into something suitable for him.
Looking at the smooth and dark blade, Yang Gan frowned and said, "Old man, don't you think the blade is too smooth?"
Ou Yexia was stunned, "Smooth? That's what the material is like. What's wrong?"
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Yang Gan curled his lips, "It's a pity that such a good sword doesn't have a name engraved on it."
Ou Yexia's brows suddenly frowned.
"Sir, this is too difficult."
"I must carve seals. Such a good sword, how does it look like when it's bare?"
Ou Yexia walked around, frowning and mumbling.
Finally, he clapped his hands and said, "The only way is to open the mold, open the opening of the mold, and use the mold stamping method to force the words on the back of the sword."
"how long?"
"We have all the tools and can do it in an afternoon. There's just one problem."
"explain."
Ou Yexia spread her hands, "There are all rough guys here. There are some literate people, but no one's handwriting is beautiful. You have to have people write beautiful handwriting and type it. Otherwise it will be too ugly and the sword will be dishonored."
"Okay, I'll figure it out. You guys prepare the work first. When I get the words, I can cast the mold directly."
After Yang Qian finished speaking, he sent someone directly to Zhuangzi to find Xun Qing. This person is a Confucian sub-sage or a later sage. In addition, he is a good calligrapher. It would be most suitable for him to write it.
When Xun Qing was studying his knowledge, he saw that it was Yang Qian who asked for the calligraphy, so of course he cooperated. Soon, the calligraphy of "Long Feifengwu" was taken over by his subordinates.
When Ou Yexia saw it, he couldn't help nodding with satisfaction. He was worthy of being a Confucian sub-sage. The words he wrote were flowing and flowing, with profound implications.
Not long after, the mold was cast, and after sharpening, the big knife was placed under the hydraulic hammer from the red furnace, the mold was added, and the power was turned on to maximum power.
"Dang~~Dangdang~~~Dangdangdangdangdang~~~!"
From slow to fast, the maximum power hydraulic hammer is like a wild horse, slamming into the mold with majestic power.
In order to make the blade softer, Ou Yexia ignored the risk of scrapping the furnace and stuffed a large amount of coal into it. The water was drained to the maximum, and even the color inside the furnace turned blazing white.
Sure enough, with all the tools, after two hours of constant beating, two seal bodies were beaten out.
Although the traces are not deep, just typing these two fonts will waste a furnace, a dozen molds and two glue boards.
At the end of this time, it is estimated that the water conservancy hammer will have to be repaired, and the originally smooth surface has already become dented.
During the construction, Ou Yexia was not idle and asked his apprentice to take out the wood that he had treasured for a long time, a large piece of dark and gloomy wood.
This kind of wood has been buried underground for an unknown number of years, and its price on the market is extremely high. Many people like to use it to make furniture. Although it is not very beautiful, it can be remembered forever.
I have never heard of furniture made of this kind of wood. It is due to natural decay. Many pieces of furniture have been handed down since the Yanhuang Kingdom. For nearly a thousand years, they have not rotted or grown insects.
After melting the gold, pour it into the indentation made, and quickly put it into a mixture of five kinds of animal urine to cool down.
This time is different from before.
With a "呲~~" sound, a large amount of water vapor came out, raising the temperature to the highest level at the cost of a furnace. It seemed that the hard work was not in vain.
On the dark blade body, two golden seal characters are firmly inlaid on it like a knife chisel and axe.
【Dragon Slaying】
Yang Qian held up the sword, still laughing loudly, and reluctantly completed the quenching.
He quickly came to the training ground with the dragon-slaying knife and started slashing wildly. Without exception, no matter what kind of armor it was, as long as it was chopped by the dragon-slaying knife, it would basically be broken in two.
Yang Gan carried the dragon-slaying knife and asked
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"Which is the most advanced armor now?"
"Of course it's the latest armor for our frontier army, but it hasn't been put into mass production yet."
"Is it Shan Wenjia?"
"Of course, the process is just complicated, so we haven't planned to mass-produce it yet."
Yang Gan nodded and asked Ou Yexia to put on the most advanced mountain armor on the pig. He pulled out the dragon-slaying knife from the scabbard and slashed at the pig suddenly.
The pig wearing the latest armor was cut in two directly, and Yang Gan couldn't help but have a smile like Brother Pig on his face.
"It feels unbeatable and feels as smooth as silk."
Under Ou Yexia's helpless expression, Yang Qian grabbed his hem and wiped the blade of the sword, then sheathed the sword with a smile.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Krisna's armor is almost gone. This time she had a fight with someone else. A lot of the connecting lines between the armor pieces and the armor pieces were cut off. Take a swipe. It’s time to make her a set of Shanwen armor, and I also need to change my armor.”
Ou Yexia said nonchalantly, "This is easy to handle. It's just a bigger size. The size from last time is still there, but~~ Master, your armor is already the best so far, why do you need to change it?"
Yang Gan said with a dissatisfied look, "You also know that I am nine years old. I was only eight years old last year. The armor was forged last year. Is it possible that I can't grow taller?"
"How much longer."
"About 5 centimeters." Yang Qian's eyes wandered.
Ou Yexia couldn't help but pull Yang Qian to the wall. This is a size chart made with reference to the dimensions in Zhang Yumeng's mobile phone.
"159 centimeters? Young Master, you only grew 3 centimeters, not 5 centimeters."
Yang Gan's eyes immediately flashed with murderous intent, and he almost gritted his back molars and said, "Thank you so much, three centimeters. If you round up, wouldn't it be five centimeters?"
Ou Yexia shrank her neck and didn't know why Yang Qian was angry.
"When the meteorite iron arrives, it will be used directly to forge my armor. The style will remain the same as before, but I will need to add gauntlets and boots."
"Gauntlets? Boots? What are they? Are they the kind of gauntlets used for archery?"
Gauntlets are relatively rare in the Central Plains. Again, mass production costs are too high and their practicality is not very high.
Yang Gan stretched out his hand and grabbed his fist. "Gloves, what can I tell you? They are metal gloves, but they cannot hinder the flexibility of the hands."
"Guard boots are shoes made of metal armor. Not only can they prevent being trampled by horses' hooves, but they can also kick the enemy to death during a fight."
Yang Gan felt that these two types of gloves and boots were closer to the European Gothic armor.
It looks heavy, but is actually very flexible.
"etc"
Ou Yexia thought for a while and then realized it.
His eyes widened, "Sir, you don't want to make meteorites into armor, do you? That won't work. It's too heavy and you won't be able to run."
Yang Gan curled his lips, pointed at his head with his finger and said displeasedly, "Use your brain, meteorite iron is so precious. After it is smelted for the first time and condensed, it has the property of being indestructible. It's easier. You can just put it in with a piece of armor." Inside the furnace, it’s just a layer of plating and that’s it.”
"It has defensive power, it is not very heavy, and it saves materials. I don't know how much of this kind of meteorite iron is in stock. It all depends on luck. I can save some."
Ou Yexia looked at Yang Qian in disbelief, and slowly gave a thumbs up: "Tall, really tall, the young master deserves to be a young master. Alas~~~ It's a pity that you are not a blacksmith."
Yang Gan held the dragon-slaying knife and said with a bad look on his face, "Okay, I will resign as the county guard and the general of Zhenbei tomorrow, and I will work as a blacksmith for you."
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