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

Chapter 108 The Steward's Insistence

"Nanling Camp garrison commander Fang Zhisheng asks Master Jiang to forge weapons!"

"Song Tianjiu, the garrison commander of the Nanling camp, asks Master Jiang to forge weapons!"

"Xu Fenglei, the garrison commander of the Nanling camp, is here to ask..."

"Han Shichuan, the commander of the Nanling camp..."

"Century Household Song Zhongqi..."

The resonant voice echoed in the South Blacksmith Camp in the early morning. The sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, dappled on the dusty trail, giving the quaint camp a golden glow.

The military officers of the Nanling camp had solemn expressions and their clenched fists seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

They held the weapons one by one and presented them to Jiang Lin.

Twenty-three people, twenty-three items, also represent twenty-three lives.

A light breeze blew, making the armor rustle, making people seem to see the tragic scene of the border troops fighting bloody battles.

Many blacksmiths and apprentices from the Southern Blacksmith Camp looked at Jiang Lin, who was surrounded by weapons and stood tall and heroic.

He was obviously just a blacksmith, but now he felt that he was getting higher and higher, and further and further away from himself.

Like a mountain that can never be surpassed, or like a road to heaven with no end in sight!

Jiang Lin slowly raised his hands, clasped his fists and saluted, his voice low and steady.

"Jiang Lin will do his best!"

Liao Mingxu strode forward and patted Jiang Lin's shoulder heavily.

Like Fang Zhisheng and Song Tianjiu, there were no words, yet it seemed as if they had said a thousand words.

This seems to be the tradition of the border troops. No further words are needed for those who are truly valued by them.

With this one touch, it becomes 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 may sound 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 officers of the Nanling camp, so there was no need for the third-rank lieutenant general to even look at them.

Jiang Lin picked up all the weapons by himself and walked several times before he transported them all back to the blacksmith shop.

No one helped, not because of indifference or jealousy, but because they felt ashamed of themselves and dared not take even a bit of the glory that belonged to Jiang Lin.

Yuan Bingqi looked in the direction where the generals of the Nanling camp had disappeared long ago, and then looked at the young blacksmith who had already started the fire and was preparing to forge iron.

He suddenly sighed: "In this Southern Blacksmith Camp, I really am not qualified to be a master chef."

Qi the blacksmith at the side laughed bitterly: "Who said it wasn't true?"

……

In the Foundry Department, a captain in armor stood in the courtyard.

Yan Tianrong came out to greet them with the deputy steward, the clerk who had just returned to report, and several craftsmen.

"I wonder what brings you here, Lord Qianhu?" Yan Tianrong asked respectfully.

In Daqian, a Qianhu is a sixth-rank military officer, two ranks higher than the eighth-rank clerk of the Foundry Department.

Facing Yan Tianrong's question, the captain looked indifferent and took out a document.

"According to the order of the lieutenant general, the Southern Ironsmith Battalion is being requisitioned to supply weapons to form the Destroying Dao Battalion. Jiang Lin from the Southern Ironsmith Battalion 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 with surprise and said subconsciously: "Master Qianhu, all 48 battalions are in need of weapons. This Southern Blacksmith Battalion..."

The captain only took a glance, and the cold eyes made Yan Tianrong feel as if he had fallen into a purgatory of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Cold sweat immediately broke out on his body. He did not dare to continue. He only bowed his head and saluted, saying, "I understand. Please rest assured, Sir Qianhu, and Sir Lieutenant General, there will be no mistake in this matter."

Kyoto said there were forty-eight battalions, but only the Nanling Battalion and a few other battalions came from the border army.

These people don't follow any rules. If you provoke them, even the king of heaven will come and it will be difficult. After sending this captain away, Yan Tianrong breathed a sigh of relief.

The deputy steward beside him asked in confusion, "Why did the lieutenant commander of the Nanling camp personally order the supply of weapons from the Southern Blacksmith Camp? Besides, Jiang Lin is not the person in charge."

Yan Tianrong did not answer this question. After standing there and thinking for a moment, he turned and looked at Yu Maoming.

"Jiang Yu."

"My subordinate is here."

"I would like to change the selection of the master chefs in the Blacksmith Camp from once a year to twice a year. What do you think?"

Yu Maoming looked up and saw that in Yan Tianrong's eyes, what he saw was not inquiry, but persistence.

He immediately understood that although this was against the rules, the steward had already made up his mind to do it and he couldn't stop him.

As for why it needs to be changed, the reason is obvious.

"If you think it's a good idea, Lord Steward, I have no objection." Yu Maoming said.

This was one of the rare times he didn't refute something. Yan Tianrong didn't find it surprising and nodded, "If that's the case, then it's settled. I'll decide on the specific date after I've considered it carefully."

"Yes."

After Yan Tianrong walked back to the house with his square steps, Yuan Gaohao bowed to Zhao Yankui and said, "Congratulations, Master Zhao. I'm afraid your precious apprentice will become a master chef in no time."

Of course Zhao Yankui knew that the steward had to change the rules temporarily, most likely because of Jiang Lin.

To be honest, Qianhu’s visit was a bit unexpected.

Given the temperament of those people in the Nanling camp, if they want weapons, there is no need to send a captain to notify the Foundry.

They just took it directly, and who dared to say a word?
Even Yu Maoming, who is the most law-abiding person, would just turn a blind eye to this matter.

You still know clearly which is more important, following the rules or losing your head.

Although he didn't know what Jiang Lin had done to make the Nanling camp treat him so cautiously, Zhao Yankui still raised his head slightly with pride.

"It should have been his."

……

In the Southern Blacksmith Camp, clinking sounds could be heard one after another.

After a brief commotion, everyone started doing their own things, but from time to time they would look up at the young man who occupied a corner of the blacksmith shop, and occasionally there would be a few comments.

Next to the tall furnace, Jiang Lin picked up a middle-grade fifth-grade sledgehammer and worked hard to hammer the weapon that had just been forged in the furnace for a long time and whose quality had increased by more than 30%.

Liao Mingxu came in person with his men, which gave him enough face and also made Jiang Lin feel a heavy responsibility.

What he is forging in his hands are not weapons, but lives in his hands.

The stronger and sharper the hammer is, the better the chance of saving the life.

Even though the Xuanhua Sect suffered heavy losses in the battle in Kyoto, it is still a Taoist sect that has stood for a thousand years.

The gap between Taoists and ordinary warriors is not as big as a chasm, but it is much larger than the gap between warriors and ordinary people.

Three thousand men were drawn from each of the forty-eight battalions, for a total of 144,000 men. Together with the local government troops, there were at least three to five hundred thousand men.

But compared with the vast area of ​​Daqian and the countless disciples of Xuanhua Dao, these three or five hundred thousand people would not cause much waves.

It is hard to say how many people will be able to return to the 48th Battalion alive.

Staring at the weapon in his hand, Jiang Lin struck with one hammer after another.

His breathing was steady, and his hammering frequency was high and his strength was even.

In the field of vision where no one can see, prompts floated by.

[The quality of a long sword of average quality has been improved by 1%]

[Hundred Refining Level +1]

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