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

Chapter 54: Whose Blacksmith is So Brave? (Second update, please read later)
All I can say is that the border troops’ gamble was truly unexpected.

But Han Shichuan looked so excited, as if it didn't matter if he was really beaten with a stick. Jiang Lin couldn't help but sigh in his heart that there was a reason why the border soldiers were regarded as crazy.

Hearing that there was a competition, the soldiers who were training nearby also came over to join in the fun, and most of them were curious about Jiang Lin.

The person who could have a third-rank lieutenant general accompanying him was just a small blacksmith?
On the other side, Fang Zhisheng had already led his men to move the weapons to the warehouse.

A soldier asked, "Sir, do you want to test it?"

They knew Old Man Wei's identity, so if they wanted to be considerate, they could just send the weapons directly to the warehouse regardless of their quality.

Fang Zhisheng also had this idea, but when he thought about the fact that His Majesty intended to form the Destroying Dao Camp, it was possible that their Nanling Camp might be drawn from it.

Out of caution, he said, "Then take a look. As long as it's not a big problem, you don't need to pay any attention to it."

Fang Zhisheng naturally knew the quality of the mass-produced weapons of the Blacksmith Camp. They were just average, not very good.

If you kill more people, the blade might become blunt.

If you encounter one of slightly lower quality, it is not uncommon for it to break directly when fighting against the enemy, so don't take it too seriously.

The two soldiers untied the ropes, took out the weapons, laid them out, and then examined them one by one.

The two tried the bows and arrows first. They were both commonly used one-stone bows. There was nothing much to say about them. They were of normal quality.

Then he picked up the spear and stabbed it at the wooden man next to him. The spear went three inches into the wood, just as expected.

Then he picked up the sword and the long knife and chopped at the knife-testing stone beside him.

The noise continued. Fang Zhisheng sat nearby, just waiting for the warehouse to close before leaving. He was not very interested in inspecting the weapons.

Just then, he suddenly heard a different sound in his ears.

The sword-testing stone of the Nanling camp is not particularly hard, softer than standard armor, but very thick.

A common sword would be considered successful if it could cut through half an inch. After all, even the armor of heavy cavalry would not be thicker than half an inch.

If it goes deeper, it will reach the entry level or above.

Fang Zhisheng heard a swishing sound, stood up and turned his head to look, only to see a soldier pulling a long sword off the sword-testing stone. He said happily: "Sir, this sword can actually cut an inch, it must be a good weapon!"

Fang Zhisheng walked over in surprise and took a look at the knife-testing stone first. There was indeed a mark one inch deep.

He took the long knife and looked at it carefully. The surface was grayish white, but there was a faint luster flowing.

"It's really a high-quality sword."

Before Fang Zhisheng finished his words, he heard another "swoosh" sound. He turned around and was surprised to see another long knife cutting into the hole about an inch deep.

There are actually two high-quality weapons here?

For a fifth-rank garrison officer, low-grade weapons were not uncommon. The sword he used himself was of the lower seventh grade, and the one in Liao Mingxu's hand was of the middle fourth grade.

But these were all made by special people or captured from the enemy.

There were actually some high-quality weapons mass-produced by the Blacksmith Camp. This was the first time Fang Zhisheng had encountered such a thing among all the weapons he had received.

Looking at the swords on the ground that had not been inspected yet, he suddenly became interested: "Inspect all of these carefully to see if there are any that are of good quality!"

"Yes!" The soldier picked up the new sword very excitedly. Ordinary soldiers rarely have the opportunity to come into contact with such good weapons, and the ones they use on a daily basis are not considered up to standard.

After a while of noises, Fang Zhisheng got the answer.

The long swords, spears, bows and arrows were all very ordinary, but the long knives, six out of the thirty, were of high quality.

Although it was not too much, it still surprised Fang Zhisheng.

Two soldiers came over and said flatteringly, "Sir, our weapons are old, can we exchange them for two?"

Fang Zhisheng saw through their thoughts at a glance and said, "If you want good weapons, just grab them in the monthly camp competition. Go away, don't bother me!"

Thirty long swords, one fifth of which are of good quality. This Southern Blacksmith Camp is really interesting. Are good quality long swords worthless now?

Or has the quality of weapons at the Southern Blacksmith Camp already improved to this level?
If this is true, we must talk to the Lieutenant General in detail to prevent the other camps from snatching it away.

After a brief thought, Fang Zhisheng ordered the two to keep the six high-quality long swords separately, and then turned to find Liao Mingxu.

The two soldiers locked the warehouse door and began to grumble angrily when they saw that Fang Zhisheng had already run away.

"What's wrong with giving us one each out of the six? That's unacceptable."

"It would be strange if the border troops knew how to be accommodating. By the way, how come the skills of the Southern Blacksmith Camp are so superb? We have also received weapons from the other three blacksmith camps, but none of them are of good quality."

"Maybe it was an accident, and they took the weapons that shouldn't have been given to us?"

……

At this time on the training ground, Jiang Lin and Han Shichuan were each standing in front of a stone mill.

This stone mill is not too big, but it weighs at least three hundred pounds. It is difficult for ordinary people to lift it, let alone pull it.

Most of the soldiers watching held their upper bodies, waved their fists and shouted: "Captain Han, don't lose to this kid."

"Shut your stupid mouths, will I lose?" Han Shichuan glanced at Jiang Lin, snorted, and took the lead in stretching out his hands to grab both sides of the millstone.

"Hey!"

With a loud shout, he used both arms to lift up the millstone.

He paused for a moment, then took a deep breath, stood firmly in a horse stance, and with his arms full of veins bulging like earthworms, he lifted the millstone up.

"Good! You are worthy of being Captain Han. Your strength is just like that of an old cow!" Someone immediately applauded.

Liao Mingxu shifted his gaze away from Han Shichuan and looked to the other side.

I saw Jiang Lin had already grabbed both sides of the millstone, his movements were neither hurried nor slow, his eyes were focused and deep.

call--

Jiang Lin exhaled lightly, the breath was long and steady, then he spread his feet slightly apart, shoulder-width apart, his legs like ancient trees rooted in the earth, as solid as a rock.

He breathed in slowly, his chest rising and falling, and each breath seemed to gather strength.

"rise!"

With a low shout, an invisible force seemed to be awakened in the body. The muscles in his arms tensed instantly, like a taut bowstring. With a sudden force, the stone mill weighing more than 300 kilograms flew directly off the ground.

However, the momentum did not stop, and Jiang Lin actually lifted it high above his head. His movements were smooth and silky, as if the stone mill was like everything else.

Liao Mingxu's eyes lit up. Han Shichuan's strength was already one of the best in the Nanling camp. It seemed that Jiang Lin was even stronger than him?
The soldiers who had originally cheered for Han Shichuan were now all filled with surprise.

Jiang Lin was a big man, but they didn't take him seriously.

A blacksmith can only forge iron. How can he compare with those people who fight against each other all day long?

But now, the stone mill held high up made these soldiers not only stunned, but at least terrified.

Is this guy really a blacksmith?
Which blacksmith can lift a stone mill weighing more than 300 kilograms so easily?

Han Shichuan was also paying attention to Jiang Lin's movements. Seeing him lift the millstone so smoothly, he was also surprised.

Liao Mingxu glanced over and snorted, "Han Shichuan, if you lose, you will definitely get 20 lashes."

Han Shichuan was not afraid of being beaten, but the lieutenant general's tone made him sound as if he was going to lose, which immediately angered this powerful man.

He turned around and shouted at Jiang Lin: "Boy, follow me if you can!"

After saying that, Han Shichuan actually took the stone mill and took a step forward, as if he was about to run.

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