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

Chapter 107: Border troops have no rules
The next day.

Early in the morning, just after breakfast at the blacksmith camp, Fang Zhisheng and Song Tianjiu arrived.

"Jiang Lin!" Fang Zhisheng started shouting from a distance.

Jiang Lin, who was walking towards the blacksmith shop, had to turn back to greet him.

"Brother Fang, Brother Song."

"Good boy, you have already cultivated to the fifth-grade Fish Dragon Realm. It would be a loss if you don't come to our Nanling camp with this physique." Song Tianjiu began to praise him as soon as they met.

I heard a slight snort from the side. I turned around and saw Old Man Wei standing next to the donkey cart, slapping the donkey hard on its butt.

Song Tianjiu suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Master Wei, I was just talking casually."

Fang Zhisheng laughed and said, "You are just asking for trouble. Jiang Lin, my knife..."

"It's already been prepared. I'll get it to you now." Jiang Lin said.

Fang Zhisheng hurriedly followed behind, and asked expectantly, "What rank is it now?"

"Third grade." Jiang Lin said.

The footsteps behind him suddenly stopped. He turned around and saw Fang Zhisheng standing there, his face full of surprise and joy.

Song Tianjiu, who had followed, immediately asked, "Is it true? Quick! Take out the knife and let us see it!"

Jiang Lin went back to the house to get a 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 really is a top third grade!"

As a result, the next moment, the long sword was taken away by Fang Zhisheng again.

"Mine!" Fang Zhisheng widened his eyes.

"No one wants to steal yours, why are you glaring at me?" Song Tianjiu said, and took off the long sword from his waist, smiling apologetically, "Brother Jiang, look at my sword..."

Fang Zhisheng on the side walked back and forth, looking at his long sword again and again. He couldn't let it go and couldn't help but feel happy.

After one night, I actually became a person with top-grade weapons!

Looking at the forty-eight battalions in Kyoto, how many garrisons can compare with me?

Seeing Song Tianjiu shamelessly asking for benefits, Fang Zhisheng immediately said, "Hey, Song Shoubei said he didn't believe it yesterday, why did he change his face today?"

"Go away, go away. You are always looking for trouble for no reason. I have never cheated you!" Song Tianjiu said unhappily.

At this time, Jiang Lin suddenly said, "I'm sorry, Brother Song, I can't help you with your knife for now."

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 get all the weapons of the thousand and hundred households who are about to be transferred out of the camp. While there is still some time, I will re-forge their weapons for them."

Both Fang Zhisheng and Song Tianjiu were stunned. They didn't expect that the reason Jiang Lin was unwilling to help was to forge weapons for those thousands and hundreds of households.

"Brother Jiang, you..." Song Tianjiu vaguely guessed the reason in his heart.

Jiang Lin looked at him and said, "Master Wei has not allowed me to join the military camp because the life in the frontier army is hard, more than a hundred times harder than in the blacksmith camp."

"Now that the Nanling camp is going to leave the capital to destroy the sect, I don't know how much blood and gore it will bring. I am just a blacksmith and can't help in any other way. I just think that if the weapons are better, maybe fewer brothers will die."

"Unfortunately, my power is limited, and I can no longer forge weapons for the three thousand brothers one by one. But the semi-finished weapons I promised to make are still valid, and the quality will only be higher!"

Hearing this, both Fang Zhisheng and Song Tianjiu's expressions instantly became solemn.

They looked at the young man in front of them, their hearts filled with complexities that were beyond words.

Did the Nanling Camp help Jiang Lin?
Maybe he helped, but not much. Even the two Qi and Blood Pills were obtained by Old Man Wei in exchange for his sword.

They were going to go to war and only wanted to get some good weapons from Jiang Lin, and never thought about whether they could do anything else for him.

But Jiang Lin had already thought about what to do for them.

Perhaps the number of thousand households, hundred households, and captains is not very large, and all together there are only a dozen or twenty people.

But they represent the lower and middle classes of the Nanling Camp, and to a certain extent, they represent the border troops! Jiang Lin is reforging weapons for these people, which is to do things for the border troops!
Song Tianjiu thrust his sword back, took a step forward, and slapped Jiang Lin hard on the shoulder.

He said nothing and took a step back.

Fang Zhisheng also walked forward and, like Song Tianjiu, slapped Jiang Lin hard on the shoulder, then stepped back.

"Let's go back and get our weapons." Fang Zhisheng said.

The two men turned around at this point, neither rejoicing that the long sword had reached the top third grade, nor feeling disappointed that they were temporarily unable to improve the quality of the weapon.

Because what Jiang Lin did was far beyond their level.

In front of this young man, no matter whether they were happy or sad at the moment, they only felt ashamed of themselves.

But there was only one thing they were sure of.

That is the two words "Jiang Lin". It is no longer a person's name, nor is it the younger brother they recognized for the sake of old man Wei.

But the one who can truly be recognized by the border troops and can truly become their brother!

Old Man Wei came over, looked at the backs of Fang Zhisheng and Song Tianjiu leaving, and suddenly said: "You seem to be quite suitable for the border army."

Jiang Lin turned to look at him, and Old Man Wei immediately said, "But I still won't let you go."

No matter how suitable it is, it’s better for you to be alive.

Jiang Lin laughed. Sometimes conversations between men don’t need to be too complicated.

A word, even a look, a gesture, is enough.

……

After a long time, Jiang Lin, who was concentrating on making fire in the blacksmith shop so that the blacksmiths could forge 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, followed him 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 officers in armor walking towards this side.

The one walking in front was the third-rank lieutenant general of the Nanling camp, Liao Mingxu!
Behind him, there was the commander Cai Yanting, the garrison commander Fang Zhisheng, Song Tianjiu, Xu Fenglei, and then the captain Han Shichuan, the centurion...

Such a huge scene made the blacksmiths a little overwhelmed. Is the sky falling?
Why are there so many military attachés?

Only a few people, such as Qi the blacksmith and Yuan Bingqi, vaguely guessed what these people were doing.

However, there was also doubt in his mind. Even if Jiang Lin upgraded the quality of the long sword to the top three grade, was it necessary to make such a grand ceremony?

And judging from the expressions of these people, they were so serious, as if they were not walking towards the blacksmith shop, but the tent of the commander-in-chief of the central army.

When they arrived near the blacksmith shop, dozens of military officers stopped in unison.

Liao Mingxu looked at the young blacksmith standing at the front of the crowd, and then stretched out his two hands that had killed countless enemies.

Bow your hands and salute.

The words of the lieutenant general were like thunder, resounding through heaven and earth.

"Liao Mingxu, the lieutenant general of the Nanling camp, asks Master Jiang to forge weapons!"

Some people may think that it is a bit too much for a third-rank lieutenant general to salute a blacksmith so solemnly.

But this is the border army.

rule?

There are no rules for the border troops.

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