He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 104 You May Not Have Seen the Middle Five

"Your Majesty has ordered that each of the 48 camps in Kyoto dispatch 3,000 men to go to the 136 prefectures to form the Dao Extermination Camp and wipe out the remnants of the Xuanhua Dao! The Casting Department has ordered that the Southern Blacksmith Camp provide 2,500 steel knives, 1,800 spears, and 30,000 feather arrows within ten days. No mistakes!"

Qi the blacksmith ran out quickly and took the document with the seal of the Foundry Department from the clerk.

"Please move over and have a cup of tea." Blacksmith Qi said politely.

"No, military affairs are urgent, and I have to go to the other three camps." After saying this, the clerk turned around and left.

Blacksmith Qi understood what he meant. The Southern Blacksmith Camp was the smallest, but was the first to receive the documents.

It seems that our deputy engineer did put in some effort.

After returning with the documents, he immediately went to Jiang Lin and said with emotion: "It's a good thing that we hired some people these days, otherwise there would be so much work that we wouldn't be able to finish it."

During this period of time, the Southern Blacksmith Camp has accumulated a lot of weapons, which can be used to complete the mission.

"But His Majesty actually selected people from the 48th Battalion of Kyoto. It seems that he has doubts about the Palace Army. It's not surprising. Xuanhua Dao has existed in Daqian for hundreds and thousands of years, and they have people everywhere."

Blacksmith Qi had just muttered a few words when a voice came from outside: "Is Brother Jiang here?"

Jiang Lin raised his head and saw the garrison commander Fang Zhisheng walking in.

He was wearing armor and was a military officer of high rank. The blacksmiths quickly put down their work and saluted him.

Jiang Lin did the same. After putting down the hammer, he walked out and bowed to Qi the blacksmith, and asked, "Why is Brother Fang here?"

His call of "brother" stunned all the old masters who had just joined the Southern Blacksmith Camp.

I've heard that Jiang Lin has some relationship with the Nanling camp, but the person in front of me is obviously of extraordinary status, probably at least rank six or above. How can he address him so intimately?

"Hey, why have you changed so much?"

Yuan Gaohao also asked similar questions when he came.

Jiang Lin smiled and said, "My master won the first place in the regular test, and the Foundry Department awarded him a Tiger Soul Pill, which I used."

"Tiger Soul Pill? No wonder, not bad, not bad, it looks better than before." Fang Zhisheng laughed and said, "His Majesty ordered us to form the Dao Extermination Camp and take up the post in ten days. Now, I'm here to ask you for weapons."

Three thousand men were also drawn from the Nanling camp, including one garrison commander, three thousand-household officers, a large number of centurions, and captains.

Facing the famous Xuanhua Dao, Liao Mingxu did not dare to be careless at all. He asked Fang Zhisheng to come over to exchange for some good weapons. They were still thinking about the semi-finished quality weapons that Jiang Lin had promised.

"The foundry department just came to assign a job..."

As soon as Qi the blacksmith opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted by Fang Zhisheng.

"I don't care how much others want. Anyway, the weapons for my three thousand men must come from here. I only trust Brother Jiang." Fang Zhisheng said, "As for the Casting Department, if they want to embarrass you, just ask them to go to the Lieutenant General."

After he said that, Blacksmith Qi had nothing else to say.

Let alone the Foundry Department, even if we go higher up, we can't afford to offend these border troops.

"After the Foundry Department takes the weapons, they will also hand them over to the army. It's okay to take them directly from here." Jiang Lin said.

Fang Zhisheng laughed and said, "Brother Jiang is straightforward. Let's put it this way. Come back in ten days to get it."

"Wait a minute." Jiang Lin shouted.

"Huh?" Fang Zhisheng turned around.

Jiang Lin said: "Brother, can you show me your weapons?"

"I wonder what it is? Just take it and have a look." Fang Zhisheng took off the long sword from his waist and said with a little pride, "This sword is made of black crystal iron with jade sand mixed in. It was personally forged by your Yu Sijiang for many days and finally tempered with giant horn bull blood. It is of the fifth grade! You haven't seen it before, this is a good thing."

Qi the blacksmith, who was standing by, had a strange look on his face when he heard this, and subconsciously turned around to look at the hammer that Jiang Lin had used.

Middle fifth grade?
There are quite a lot of blacksmith camps in the south...

"It is indeed a good thing." Jiang Lin glanced at it and a hint suddenly appeared in his vision. [A long sword of average quality, with 107 defects]

After a brief pause, Jiang Lin asked, "Brother Fang, do you really trust me?"

"Of course." Fang Zhisheng said.

"Then leave this long sword. Come and get it tomorrow and I will forge it for you again." Jiang Lin said.

Fang Zhisheng was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that the reason Jiang Lin wanted to see the sword was to refine it for him.

Although he recognized Jiang Lin's skills, after all, there were not many blacksmiths who could use ordinary iron to forge high-grade weapons, but this fifth-grade weapon...

Fang Zhisheng considered his words carefully, trying not to hurt his younger brother's self-esteem.

"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that you haven't seen a fifth-grade weapon before. Moreover, it was made by your craftsman Yu himself. Even if you forge it, it may not be of much use."

"It seems that brother still doesn't trust me." Jiang Lin said, turning around and picking up the hammer.

Fang Zhisheng, however, had no interest in the hammer and only said, "It's not that I don't trust it, but you've probably only seen weapons of the lower eighth grade at most in the blacksmith camp, and that's already extraordinary. This middle fifth grade is not comparable to the lower eighth grade."

Jiang Lin didn't say much, just handed the hammer over and said, "Please take a look at it, brother."

Fang Zhisheng didn't know what he wanted to do. He glanced at him casually and his eyes drifted away, still thinking about how to better refuse.

But the next second, he suddenly shuddered and his gaze drifted back.

On the hammer, Fang Zhisheng clearly saw four entropy patterns.

He was not a blacksmith, but he knew the meaning of the entropy pattern very well.

"A fifth-grade hammer? Where did it come from?" Fang Zhisheng asked in astonishment.

Jiang Lin walked to his stove again, patted it with his hand, and said, "Brother, come and look at this again."

Fang Zhisheng walked over as he was told, looked down in the direction of Jiang Lin's finger, and then exclaimed: "Middle fourth rank?"

"And these." Jiang Lin took him to see the anvil, hammer, tongs, scissors and other items.

Fang Zhisheng was so stunned by the sight of so many fifth-grade iron tools.

"Where did this come from?" The garrison commander was a little shocked.

"I made them all." Jiang Lin said.

"You?" Fang Zhisheng's heart skipped a beat when he heard that, and subconsciously thought how could it be possible, can't you only forge low-grade weapons?

Blacksmith Qi came over and said, "It was indeed made by Master Jiang himself. Many blacksmiths, including Zhao Yankui, the deputy chief craftsman of the foundry department, can testify to this."

Fang Zhisheng found it a little hard to believe, but he had to believe it.

Because compared to Jiang Lin making it himself, it would be even more outrageous if someone else gave it to him.

Jiang Lin smiled and said, "I have gained a lot of experience in blacksmithing recently, and my skills have improved a lot. Don't worry, brother. If this long sword is really broken, I will compensate you with all these iron tools."

Fang Zhisheng was speechless, and at the same time, a hint of excitement slowly rose in his heart.

He looked at the young man in front of him, his excitement growing stronger.

"Not bad, really good!"

His eyes reminded Qi the blacksmith of the first time he and Zhao Yankui sneaked out of the blacksmith camp. Standing by the Juliu River, the look in Zhao Yankui's eyes when he looked at the girls on the flower boats.

It's also so hot.

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