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

Chapter 53: The Prize of Border Army (First Update, Please Read)

"I have to thank the lieutenant general for the two Qi and blood pills. I am so lucky..."

"Hey, what's the difference between big and small?" Liao Mingxu interrupted Jiang Lin and said with an unhappy look on his face, "You are Wei Ye's man, and we are also Wei Ye's men. Since we are all family, we are brothers. How can there be any difference between big and small?"

The commander beside him smiled and said, "We are all older than you, so just call me brother. You already know the name of the lieutenant general. I am Xu Fenglei, the commander of the Nanling camp."

"I am Song Tianjiu, the garrison commander of the Nanling camp."

"Nanling Camp garrison commander Fang Zhisheng."

Jiang Lin was a little hesitant. These people were at least thirty or forty years old. It would not be an exaggeration to call them uncle according to their age, but calling them brother seemed inappropriate.

At this time, Old Man Wei said calmly: "What are you afraid of when they yell?"

"That's right. We asked you to shout but you didn't dare to. Could it be that such a strong man is actually a coward?"

Liao Mingxu's words were of course meant to provoke the enemy. Jiang Lin mistakenly thought that they were holding Old Man Wei hostage, and he was the first to jump out to stop them, which proved that he was extremely courageous.

Jiang Lin laughed and bowed, "My dear brother, I'm here to meet you brothers. If you need me in the future, I will definitely obey you."

These words lowered his posture, but were not too humble. Liao Mingxu laughed and patted Jiang Lin's arms a few times: "Okay, okay, our military camp and the blacksmith camp are one family. Naturally, there will be a time when it will be useful."

Speaking of the blacksmith camp, Jiang Lin remembered his business and quickly pointed at the cart of weapons and said, "The weapons you requested earlier have not been completed yet. My master ordered me to deliver these first."

"Fang Zhisheng, call a few people to deliver the weapons to the warehouse." Liao Mingxu ordered.

After the garrison commander Fang Zhisheng responded, he pulled Jiang Lin's arm and said with a grin, "Brother Jiang, is this your first time in the camp? Come on, I'll show you the world!"

Although Old Man Wei was reluctant to let Jiang Lin join the army, Liao Mingxu was attracted by his talent when he saw his amazing physique.

I thought to myself, young men, who doesn't want to achieve great things? He had never seen the power of the military camp before.

If I let him broaden his horizons, and then he wants to come, can Lord Wei stop him?

Old Man Wei also saw what he was thinking. Just as he was about to speak, Commander Xu Fenglei stepped across and said with a smile, "Master Wei, have you been feeling better lately? We have some excellent medicinal wine in the army. Can I get some for you to try?"

As a result of this interruption, Jiang Lin was dragged away by Liao Mingxu.

Old Man Wei looked at Xu Fenglei with cloudy eyes, but there was an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Xu Fenglei laughed awkwardly and said, "I don't mean to stop you. If you want to settle the score, you have to find the lieutenant general."

Old Man Wei didn't say anything. He looked in the direction where Jiang Lin left, wondering what he was thinking.

Soon, Jiang Lin followed Liao Mingxu to the place where the soldiers were training.

I saw many burly soldiers wearing uniform armor, arranged in neat square formations. As loud commands sounded, their movements were as precise and powerful as machines.

Some held spears and practiced stabbing, picking and sweeping repeatedly. The spear tips cut through the air, making sharp whistling sounds.

Some held their swords tightly, and moved with great force. Every time they slashed into the air, they created phantom shadows, which was very impressive.

Not far away, a group of cavalry were galloping on their horses. The sound of their horses' hooves was deafening and raised clouds of dust.

Some ride alone, demonstrating superb riding skills and flexibility, while others charge in a group, and every swing of their sabers seems to cut through all obstacles.

The shouts and signals of changing formations came one after another, making people feel excited.

Liao Mingxu glanced at Jiang Lin's expression and laughed, "Brother, how is the training going in my camp?"

Jiang Lin quickly bowed and said, "Liao... Brother, you are joking. I am just an apprentice blacksmith and I know nothing about marching and fighting. Just looking at how seriously the soldiers are training, I know that their fighting power is extraordinary."

"Hahaha, of course. None of the soldiers under my command are cowards. Even though they are holding back in the Nanling camp, no one can stop them when they are really pulled onto the battlefield!" Liao Mingxu's face was full of confidence, which was the confidence of the border troops.

Either you dominate everything or you are completely destroyed. There is no third way.

"Come on, let's go and take a look over there." Liao Mingxu said, and pulled Jiang Lin to another place.

There isn't much marching and deployment drills here, mostly one-on-one confrontations, with dragon roars and tiger howls as they chop and hack.

Although there are few people, their momentum is no less than that of a cavalry charge.

Among them there was one who wielded two hammers, holding up his upper body, and was as strong as Jiang Lin.

The hammer head is the size of a fist and weighs at least ten or twenty pounds.

He swung the hammer with great force. The man who was fighting against him was holding a shield, but was unable to block it and was almost knocked down by the hammer.

"Brother Jiang, look at how he uses the hammer. We are all experts in using hammers, so stop saying you don't understand." Liao Mingxu asked.

Jiang Lin looked at the pair of hammers and felt that they might be a little light for a man of his size.

Of course, he would not say such words directly, but only bowed and said: "Everyone has his own specialty. My hammer is used to forge iron, and his is used to kill enemies. We cannot generalize. But in terms of power, it can be said to be unparalleled in the world."

"You look so big, but I didn't expect you to be so meticulous and precise in your words."

As Liao Mingxu was talking, he suddenly shouted to the man, "Han Shichuan, come here!"

The soldier holding the upper body immediately stopped chasing the opponent and ran over with two hammers in hand: "Commander-in-Chief."

As he spoke, his eyes were looking at Jiang Lin with some curiosity. In the entire Nanling camp, there were very few people who were more muscular than him.

Those who can stay in such a place are all brave and aggressive people. Han Shichuan felt competitive when he saw Jiang Lin for the first time.

It's just that it's unclear what the background of the person brought by Liao Mingxu personally is, and what he's here for.

Liao Mingxu chuckled and said, "Brother Jiang, Han Shichuan is one of the most powerful generals in our Nanling camp. Although he is only a thousand-man commander, he is also known as a match for ten thousand men. How about a competition between the two of you?"

Han Shichuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he raised his hammers slightly, eager to try.

Jiang Lin was shocked. Although he was strong, he was no match for these professionals in a fight.

Subconsciously, he wanted to refuse, but then he changed his mind and realized that since he grew up, he has never competed with anyone, and he has no idea to what level his strength has reached.

Isn't this an opportunity?

After a brief thought, Jiang Lin bowed and said, "Brother Liao, please don't blame me. I only know how to forge iron. If we really want to compete in killing enemies, I am naturally no match for Han Qianhu. If we really want to compete, how about changing the method?"

Liao Mingxu was a little surprised. He originally thought that Jiang Lin would be scared and refuse directly, but he didn't expect that this guy actually agreed. He couldn't help but find it even more interesting.

"What do you want to compare to?"

Jiang Lin pointed to a stone mill not far away and said, "We are both big and strong, so let's lift the stone mill to test our strength."

"That's fine." Liao Mingxu looked at Han Shichuan and said, "My brother was born a blacksmith and has extraordinary strength."

Upon hearing this, Han Shichuan snorted, "General, do you think I will lose to a blacksmith? You must be underestimating me! Without the double hammers, I can beat a cow to death with my fists!"

Liao Mingxu laughed and said, "In that case, I will add a prize. Whoever wins will not get any reward, but the loser will be punished with twenty strokes of the cane!"

Jiang Lin was dumbfounded. How could this be called a lucky draw?
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