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

Chapter 399: If the Barbarian Soldiers Exceed Ten Million
The barbarian soldier, whose body was riddled with arrows, was left with only one man left.

The monster under his crotch was also shot through the head, torso, and limbs.

Their steps were extremely slow and they had lost the ability to charge. The monster's head was pierced by several arrows and then exploded.

The intense pain made it instinctively open its bloody mouth and bite everything in front of it fiercely.

However, near its mouth, there were only its owner's legs and feet.

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One of its legs was bitten off fiercely, and this action seemed to have exhausted the last bit of the monster's physical strength.

With a loud bang, it fell down.

The barbarian soldier who had his leg bitten off did not feel any resentment towards the monster that he had grown up with.

He raised the huge stone hammer in his hand, let out a final roar in the direction of the Western Yi archers, then jumped high and smashed the stone hammer out with all his strength.

The stone hammer weighing hundreds of pounds kept spinning and circling in the air, as if it was reluctant to fall to the ground.

But even a bird with wings will eventually fall.

When the millstone-sized stone hammer fell to the ground, the barbarian soldier also fell heavily to the ground.

A large amount of dust was raised, but was blown away by the wind and did not fall on the corpse of the barbarian soldier.

Meng Shuai, Hong Shuai and others dropped from the sky and landed beside him.

Looking down at the barbarian soldier who kept his head held high until his death, Meng Shuai sighed.

"If there are tens of millions of barbarian soldiers, even the Daqian army will be wary."

Marshal Hong's face was as gloomy as the abyss, staring at the direction where the Western Yi archers fled: "They really deserve to die!"

Although the barbarians were once enemies of the Daqian border army, at this moment, facing such a group of opponents who died on the charge, no matter who they are, they will feel respect for them.

There is no right or wrong in this world, and there are no natural enemies. It’s just that the two sides are not standing in the same direction.

"Yeah, damn it!" Meng Shuai stared ahead with eyes as fast as lightning.

Countless border soldiers swarmed past them, took over the barbarian soldiers' charge, and continued to pounce on the Western Yi archers.

Although in Daqian's world, the dead are the least important.

But during the charge, the border troops still subconsciously avoided the corpses of the barbarians under their feet.

Otherwise, with more than two million people stepping on it, even a piece of iron would be crushed to pieces.

These barbarians should not have ended up like this.

……

A few days later, the whole city of Kyoto was in an uproar.

Good news came from the northwest. Three generals led the border troops to defeat the invading Western barbarian archers.

In this battle, a total of 290,000 barbarian soldiers and tens of thousands of Western Yi archers were annihilated.

The most exciting thing is that it is said that Xiyi has an eleven-feathered archer equivalent to the Daowu realm, who was also seriously injured by Meng Shuai and Hong Shuai.

It was because of this that the situation of the war was turned around.

Although there are still tens of thousands of Western Yi archers crossing the cliff and escaping back to the forest, once the Eleven Feather Archers recover from their injuries, they may come back again.

But such a big victory still makes many people talk about it with relish.

Even in the blacksmith camp, people were discussing these things.

Jiang Lin was surrounded by Qi the Blacksmith and others, who praised him non-stop.

"The arrows of Lord Jiang must have played a role in injuring those eleven archers!"

"Of course, except for Lord Jiang, who else can help the border army defeat the legendary Daowu realm!"

"After this battle, I'm afraid you will be promoted again, sir."

The blacksmiths gathered around him all had happy smiles on their faces.

Jiang Lin is now not only their backbone, but also their pride.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the blacksmith camp today, Jiang Lin’s words are more effective than those of the Minister of Works.

Even Song Ziyan, who was so tired from swinging a weapon made of huge pieces of pig iron that he was about to have cramps all over his body, couldn't help but stop.

"Sister Yingchun, is Daowu Realm very powerful?"

Sheng Yingchun did not stop, but responded by taking a breath and gathering strength, "Very impressive."

"I don't think it's that impressive. Master only made three arrows and won." Song Ziyan said.

Sheng Yingchun paused for a moment, then said in a decisive voice: "Because Master is the most powerful person in the world!"

Only Old Man Wei looked at Jiang Lin who was surrounded by the crowd with a smile on his face.

He came from a frontier army and knew the ins and outs of this very well.

With nearly three million border troops and three great generals, theoretically they can be said to be invincible.

However, the Daowu Realm is another level of legend that has not appeared in hundreds of years.

How can such a person be judged by common sense?
It took nearly a month for the good news to come back after the three arrows were sent. It must be that the war was not as easy as people talked about.

It is truly amazing that Jiang Lin could make such a contribution in such a war.

Think about the young boy who just came to the blacksmith camp and helped me clean up every day without complaint.

Old Man Wei shook his head subconsciously. Many people said that Jiang Lin had achieved what he had today because he met him and Zhao Yankui. But Old Man Wei knew in his heart that it was because he and Zhao Yankui met Jiang Lin that they had the blessing they had today.

But Jiang Lin was a man of great loyalty and friendship, and he and he were as close as grandfather and grandson, so he didn't need to worry too much about these things.

In the crowd, Jiang Lin bowed and said, "Masters, please stop flattering me. Just do what you need to do. We can talk about this after we finish today's work."

Blacksmith Qi asked with a smile, "Sir, are you going to treat us to a drink tonight?"

Looking at those expectant faces, Jiang Lin said, "Of course."

Everyone cheered immediately. Now everyone's pockets were full. Even if they didn't have tens of thousands of taels of silver, they could still easily take out a few hundred taels.

If you want to drink, you can go to a good restaurant.

But no matter how good a restaurant is in the world, it can never compare to the one given by Lord Jiang!
What they enjoyed was not the food and wine, but the honor of being able to have fun with Jiang Lin!

Jiang Lin knew it very well, so he didn't care much. After all, they were all masters who grew up together, and people like Blacksmith Qi had helped him a lot.

Jiang Lin still knows what to remember.

After everyone left one after another, Jiang Lin felt a gaze.

Turning around, Jiang Lin couldn't help but smile when he saw Old Man Wei nodding to him.

I'm sure Lord Wei will be very happy that the Northwest Frontier Army has won.

However, there is something even more gratifying.

Jiang Lin glanced at the information about alchemy.

[Skill 8: Level 11 Nine Revolutions completed. % success rate in alchemy, triple the quality of the pills, % chance of upgrading the grade, can create primary, intermediate, and advanced pill recipes (advanced healing pill recipe creation progress %)]

After twenty or thirty days of waiting, the progress of creating the advanced healing pill recipe is almost complete.

At this rate, it should be completed today.

At the earliest, we can cure Old Man Wei’s leg tomorrow.

However, Jiang Lin couldn't wait that long. As soon as the pill formula was created, he would start refining the pill immediately.

Although he didn't know what kind of medicinal herbs to use, Jiang Lin had already asked Zuowanglou to prepare.

In today's Kyoto city, all the pharmacies will never close, and people are always ready to buy medicinal materials from the watchtower.

Some people may say that Old Man Wei has been lame for decades, so what's the harm in waiting one more night?

In Jiang Lin's opinion, it was precisely because Old Man Wei had waited for too long that he could not delay any longer.

Jiang Lin would not make the weapons for the strange military officer even if he was given ten thousand kinds of materials.

But when it comes to our own people, we can’t take even half a second, let alone half a minute!
As for the war in the northwest, it has now been temporarily settled, and Jiang Lin is still somewhat happy.

It’s not that I’m happy about the border army’s victory, but I’m thinking, should Marshal Yu fulfill his promise?
Where are the promised materials?

Jiang Lin turned his head and looked at the Hengyu furnace. The purple-gold seeds in the furnace had a crack on their surface, and more intense purple-gold seedlings had already grown.

The Hengyu furnace injects the vital energy of heaven and earth day and night, feeding the seeds to become plump and white, with sufficient nutrition, and growing faster than expected.

Although it is only the size of a soybean and its leaves have not yet spread out, its spirituality is almost the same as that of the Hengyu Furnace.

Sensing Jiang Lin's gaze, the young seedling of the ancient purple gold tree immediately conveyed a wave of emotions.

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Jiang Lin laughed and said, "What's wrong with looking at you? Why are there so many question marks?"

This seedling is the inheritance of the ancient purple gold wood. Jiang Lin had an idea in his mind, whether he could take this opportunity to get the real body.

However, as soon as this thought came to his mind, he rejected it himself.

There must be a deep meaning behind the fact that the ancient purple gold wood was planted in the Marshal's Mansion instead of the Imperial Palace Garden.

If it could be given, Yu Shuai would have given it long ago.

"Well, as long as I can collect more of the divine red ancient iron, that will be fine." Jiang Lin thought secretly in his heart, not knowing which of the three arrows played the greatest role in this battle.

……

In the imperial study, Emperor Shun looked at an arrow placed on the desk, stroking it gently with his fingers.

Then, he picked up the broken arrow of the Supervisor's Holy Soldier and asked, "Is it this arrow that seriously injured the Eleven Feather Archers?"

Yu Shuai nodded and said, "That's the news that Meng Shuai sent back. One arrow shattered the defense of the eleven-feathered archers, causing them to flee with serious injuries."

The Bai Ze Holy Weapon Arrow was destroyed during the confrontation, while the Xuan Wu Holy Weapon Arrow was taken away by Guo Jiuxing, the Taoist master of Xu Jian Dao. Only the Jian Bing Holy Weapon Arrow was left, which Meng Shuai found after digging hundreds of meters.

Although the Eleven-Feathered Archer was injured, the physical body of the Dao Wu Realm was indeed extremely powerful. Even the Holy Soldier Arrow of the Supervisory Soldiers, which was made with the divine red ancient iron and supplemented by countless materials, had lost most of its divinity at this moment.

After all, it was only a mid-grade holy weapon. It was strong enough as it had not been directly destroyed by the Dao Wu realm's physical body.

Marshal Yu hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "Based on my understanding of Jiang Lin, he will not easily cause trouble. Your Majesty does not need to worry."

Emperor Shun put down the Holy Soldier Arrow, turned to face Marshal Yu, and said calmly: "Marshal Yu, you worry too much. Even if this arrow is ten times more powerful, I am not worried."

Others might think that Emperor Shun was exaggerating, and that the Holy Soldier Arrow, which was ten times more powerful, could really kill even a Daowu realm warrior.

No matter how powerful you are, can you be more powerful than the Daowu realm?
But Marshal Yu did not show any doubt, instead he nodded and said, "Your Majesty is right."

Looking at him like this, it seemed that the emperor was not bragging, but was really not afraid of stronger arrows.

Emperor Shun did not dwell on this topic and asked, "He has made great contributions in this battle. What do you think should be his reward, Marshal Yu?"

(End of this chapter)