Chapter 107 The border troops have no rules
The next day.
Early in the morning, just after breakfast at the Blacksmith Camp, Fang Zhisheng and Song Tianjiu had already arrived.
"Jiang Lin!" Fang Zhisheng started shouting from afar.
Jiang Lin, who was walking to the blacksmith shop, had to turn back to greet him.
"Brother Fang, Brother Song."
"What a good boy, you have already cultivated the fifth-grade fish and dragon realm. If you don't come to our Nanling camp with this physique, it wouldn't be a loss." Song Tianjiu started to praise him as soon as they met.
There was a slight snort from the side. I turned around and saw Old Man Wei standing next to the donkey cart, giving the donkey a hard slap on the butt.
Song Tianjiu suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Master Wei, I just said it casually."
Fang Zhisheng smiled and said: "You are just looking for scolding, Jiang Lin, my knife..."
"It's ready. I'll get it to you now," Jiang Lin said.
Fang Zhisheng hurriedly followed behind and asked expectantly: "What level is it now?"
"Third grade." Jiang Lin said.
The footsteps behind him suddenly stopped, and when he turned around and looked back, he saw Fang Zhisheng standing there with a face full of surprise.
Song Tianjiu, who followed, immediately asked: "Really or not? Quick! Take out the knife and have a look!"
Jiang Lin went back to the house to get the knife, but before he could say anything, Song Tianjiu snatched it away.
Looking at the six entropy patterns on the blade, Song Tianjiu was very excited: "It's really the third grade!"
As a result, the next moment, the long knife was taken away by Fang Zhisheng again.
"Mine!" Fang Zhisheng stared.
"No one is trying to rob you, why are you staring?" After Song Tianjiu said this, he took off the long knife from his waist and said with a smile on his face: "Brother Jiang, look at my knife..."
On the side, Fang Zhisheng walked back and forth, looking at his long sword over and over again. He couldn't put it down and couldn't help but be happy.
One night passed, and I turned out to be a person with top-grade weapons!
Looking at the 48th Battalion in Kyoto, how many defenders can compare with yourself?
Seeing Song Tianjiu looking for benefits with a shy face, Fang Zhisheng immediately said: "Hey, Song Shoubei still said he didn't believe it yesterday, why did he change his face today?"
"Go, go, you are looking for trouble for no reason, we have never tricked you!" Song Tianjiu said angrily.
At this time, Jiang Lin suddenly said: "I'm sorry, Brother Song, I can't help you with your knife for the time being."
Song Tianjiu frowned slightly: "Why? Is there something wrong with my knife?"
"That's not the case." Jiang Lin shook his head, then looked at Fang Zhisheng and said, "Brother Fang, please go back and bring all the weapons from the thousands and hundreds of households who are about to be recruited out of the camp. . While there is still some time left, I will re-forge their weapons.”
Both Fang Zhisheng and Song Tianjiu were stunned. They didn't expect that the reason Jiang Lin was unwilling to help was to temper weapons for those thousands of households.
"Brother Jiang, you..." Song Tianjiu vaguely guessed the reason.
Jiang Lin looked at him and said: "Master Wei has never allowed me to enter the military camp because the hardships of the frontier army are more than a hundred times harder than the hardships of this blacksmith camp."
"Now that the Nanling camp is leaving the capital to destroy the Tao, I don't know how much bloodshed it will usher in. As a blacksmith, I can't do anything else. I just think that if the weapons are better, maybe fewer brothers will die."
"It's a pity that my own strength is limited and I can no longer forge weapons for those three thousand brothers one by one. But the half-finished weapons promised will still be effective, and the quality will only be higher!"
Upon hearing this, both Fang Zhisheng and Song Tianjiu's expressions instantly became solemn.
They looked at the young man in front of them, and their hearts were complicated beyond words.
Has Nanling Camp helped Jiang Lin?
Maybe he helped, but not much. Even the two Qi and Blood Pills were bought by Old Man Wei with his precious sword.
They were going on an expedition and only wanted to get some good weapons from Jiang Lin. They never thought about whether there was anything else they could do for him.
But Jiang Lin had already thought about what he wanted to do for them.
Maybe thousands of households, hundreds of households, the total number is not very large, the total number of all kinds of households is only a dozen or twenty people.
But they represent the middle and lower levels of the Nanling camp, and to a certain extent, the frontier troops! Jiang Lin refining weapons for these people is doing something for the border army!
Song Tianjiu thrust the knife back directly, stepped forward, and slapped Jiang Lin hard on the shoulder.
He didn't speak and took a step back.
Fang Zhisheng also stepped forward, and like Song Tianjiu, he slapped Jiang Lin hard on the shoulder and stepped back.
"Let's go back and get weapons." Fang Zhisheng said.
The two of them turned around, neither rejoicing because the long sword reached the upper third level, nor feeling disappointed because they could not improve the quality of the weapon for the time being.
Because what Jiang Lin did was far beyond their realm.
In front of this young man, no matter whether they were happy or sad at the moment, they just felt ashamed.
But there was only one thing they were sure of.
That was Jiang Lin. It was no longer a name, let alone the little brother they recognized for Old Man Wei's face.
But the person who can really be recognized by the frontier army and can truly become their brother!
Old man Wei walked over, looked at the leaving figures of Fang Zhisheng and Song Tianjiu, and suddenly said: "You seem to be quite suitable for the border army."
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Jiang Lin turned to look at him, and Old Man Wei followed closely: "But I still won't let you go."
Whatever suits you, it will make your life better.
Jiang Lin laughed. Sometimes conversations between men don't need to be too complicated.
A word, even a look or an action is enough.
……
After a long time, Jiang Lin, who was concentrating on lighting a fire in the blacksmith shop so that the blacksmiths could create more high-quality weapons, heard Blacksmith Qi shouting.
"Master Jiang, come out quickly!"
Jiang Lin walked out, and many blacksmiths, not knowing what was going on, also came out to watch the fun.
As soon as he showed up, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.
I saw dozens of military attachés in armor walking towards this side.
Walking at the front was Liao Mingxu, the third-rank general of the Nanling Camp!
Behind him are Cai Yanting, the capital secretary, Fang Zhisheng, Song Tianjiu, Xu Fenglei, and then Han Shichuan from Qianhu, Baihu...
With such a huge formation, the blacksmith masters were a little overwhelmed. Is the sky going to fall?
Why are so many military attachés here?
Only Qi Tiejiang, Yuan Bingqi and a few others could vaguely guess what these people were here for.
However, there are also doubts in his heart. Even if Jiang Lin upgrades the quality of the long knife to the third grade, does it need to be so grand?
And judging from the expressions of these people, they were so serious, as if they were heading not to the blacksmith shop, but to the camp of the Chinese army commander.
When they came to the blacksmith shop, dozens of military attachés stopped in unison.
Liao Mingxu looked at the young blacksmith standing at the front of the crowd, and then stretched out two palms that had killed countless enemies.
Bow your hands and salute.
The words of the general, like thunder, resounded throughout the world.
"General Liao Mingxu of the Nanling Camp, please ask Master Jiang to refine the weapons!"
Some people may feel that it is a bit too much for a dignified third-grade general to salute a blacksmith so solemnly.
But this is the border army.
rule?
The frontier army has no rules.
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