Chapter 108 Mr. Siwu’s persistence
"Nanling Camp Guard Fang Zhisheng, please ask Master Jiang to refine the weapons!"
"Nanling Camp is guarding Song Tianjiu, please ask Master Jiang to refine the weapons!"
"Nanling Camp Guard Xu Fenglei, please..."
"Nanling Daying Thousand Households Han Shichuan..."
"One hundred households in Song Dynasty..."
The loud voice echoed in the South Blacksmith Camp in the early morning. The sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds and dappled the dusty paths, giving this quaint camp a golden glow.
The military attachés from the Nanling Camp had solemn expressions on their faces, and the fists they held seemed to be of great weight.
Weapons were held in their hands and delivered to Jiang Lin.
Twenty-three people, twenty-three pieces, also represent twenty-three lives.
The light wind blew, making the armor rustle, making people seem to see the tragic scene of the frontier soldiers killing the enemy with blood.
Many blacksmiths and apprentices in the South Blacksmith Camp looked at Jiang Lin, who was surrounded by weapons and stood tall and tall.
He was obviously just a blacksmith, but now he felt higher and higher and farther and farther away from himself.
Like a mountain that can never be surpassed, or like a road to the sky with no end in sight!
Jiang Lin slowly raised his hands, cupped his fists and saluted, his voice low and steady.
"Jiang Lin will do his best!"
Liao Mingxu strode forward and patted Jiang Lin heavily on the shoulder.
Like Fang Zhisheng and Song Tianjiu, they had no words but seemed to have said a thousand words.
This seems to be the tradition of the border army. People who are truly valued by them need not say anything.
With this shot, it is a life-long friendship.
Then, Liao Mingxu turned around and left with everyone.
From beginning to end, they didn't even look at the other blacksmiths.
It sounds disrespectful, but who cares?
Even the blacksmiths themselves didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
They did not have the ability to re-forge weapons for the military attachés of the Nanling Camp, so there was no need for the third-grade general to look at them.
Jiang Lin picked up these weapons alone and walked several times before transporting them all back to the blacksmith shop.
No one helped, not because of indifference or jealousy, but because they were ashamed of themselves and did not dare to touch even half of the glory that belonged to Jiang Lin.
Yuan Bingqi looked in the direction where the generals from the Nanling camp had long disappeared, and then looked at the young blacksmith who had started to light a fire and prepare to hammer.
He suddenly sighed: "I really am not qualified to be a master in this South Blacksmith Camp."
Blacksmith Qi on the side smiled bitterly: "Who says it's not the case?"
……
In the Foundry Department, a Qianhu wearing armor stood in the courtyard.
Yan Tianrong came out to greet him with the deputy secretary, the newly returned secretary, and several craftsmen.
"I wonder what brings Master Qianhu here?" Yan Tianrong asked respectfully.
In Daqian, Qianhu was a serious sixth-grade military attache, two ranks higher than the eighth-grade secretary of the Foundry Department.
Facing Yan Tianrong's inquiry, the Qianhu looked indifferent and took out a document.
"According to the order of the General, the Nan Blacksmith Battalion was mobilized to supply weapons to form the Mie Dao Battalion. The Nan Blacksmith Battalion Jiang Lin is responsible for this matter and no one is allowed to obstruct it."
"Those who disobey orders will be killed!"
When the document was handed over, Yan Tianrong took it in surprise and said subconsciously: "Master Qianhu, now the forty-eight battalions need weapons. This South Blacksmith Camp..."
That Qianhu just glanced at him, and his cold eyes made Yan Tianrong feel like he was falling into a purgatory of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Cold sweat broke out immediately. He did not dare to say any more. He lowered his head and said with his hands in his hands: "I understand, sir. Please rest assured, Mr. Qianhu, and please rest assured, Mr. General, that there will be nothing wrong with this matter."
Kyoto said there were forty-eight battalions, but only the Nanling Camp and a few other battalions came from the frontier army.
These people don't follow any rules. If you offend them, the King of Heaven will have a hard time. After sending this Qianhu away, Yan Tianrong breathed out gently.
The deputy secretary next to him asked in confusion: "Why did the general of the Nanling camp personally order the weapons to be supplied exclusively by the Nanjiang camp? What's more, Jiang Lin is not the person in charge."
Yan Tianrong did not answer the question. After standing there and thinking for a moment, he turned to look at Yu Maoming.
"Master Yu."
"My subordinates are here."
"I would like to change the selection process for the Master of the Blacksmith Camp from one session per year to two sessions per year temporarily. What do you think?"
Yu Maoming looked up and saw in Yan Tianrong's eyes not consultation, but persistence.
He immediately understood that although this matter was against the rules, Sir Wu had already made up his mind to do it and he could not stop it.
As for why it needs to be changed, the reasons are obvious.
"It's fine if Sir Wu thinks it's good. My subordinates have no objections," Yu Maoming said.
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This was also a rare thing that he did not refute vigorously. Yan Tianrong was not surprised and nodded: "In that case, it is settled. The specific date will be discussed after I have considered it thoroughly."
"Yes."
After Yan Tianrong walked back to the house with square steps, Yuan Gaohao raised his hands to Zhao Yankui and said: "Congratulations, Mr. Zhao, your precious apprentice will become a master in a short time."
Of course Zhao Yankui knew that the Secretary had to change the rules temporarily, most likely because of Jiang Lin.
To be honest, Qianhu's visit was a bit surprising.
With the temperament of the people in Nanling Camp, if they wanted weapons, there was no need to send a thousand households to notify the Foundry Department.
They took it directly, who dared to say a word?
Even the most disciplined Yu Maoming would just turn a blind eye when this happens.
It’s clear which one is more important: abiding by the rules or losing your head.
Although he didn't know what Jiang Lin had done to make Nanling Camp treat him with such caution, Zhao Yankui still raised his head slightly proudly.
"It should have been his."
……
In the southern blacksmith camp, jingling sounds kept coming and going.
After a brief commotion, everyone began to do their own things, but from time to time they would look up at the young man occupying a corner of the blacksmith shop, and occasionally make a few comments.
Next to the tall furnace, Jiang Lin picked up a medium-grade sledgehammer and worked hard on the weapon that had just been calcined in the furnace for a long time and whose quality had improved by more than 30%.
Liao Mingxu brought someone here in person, which gave him enough face and made Jiang Lin feel a heavy responsibility.
The weapons being forged in his hands were nothing more than the lives placed in his hands.
The stronger and sharper it is tempered, the better chance it will have to save its life.
Although Xuanhua Dao suffered heavy losses in the battle in Kyoto, they were still members of the Taoist sect that had stood for thousands of years.
The gap between Taoist sects and ordinary warriors is not only a huge gap, but it is also much wider than the gap between warriors and ordinary people.
Each of the forty-eight battalions mobilized 3,000 people, totaling 144,000 people. Together with the local government troops, there were at least 3,500,000 people.
But compared to the vast area of Daqian and the unknown number of Xuanhua Tao disciples, these three and a half million filled in will not make much of a splash.
It is difficult to say how many people will return to Camp 48 alive in the end.
Staring at the weapon in his hand, Jiang Lin hammered one after another.
His breathing was steady, his exercise frequency was high, and his strength was even.
In the invisible field of vision, prompts floated past.
[The quality of a long sword of average quality has been improved by one percent]
【Hundred Refining Level +1】
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