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

Chapter 252 The War Never Stops (Thanks to Brother Guo Jiuxing for being the leader)
Not only Liao Mingxu was waiting, Cai Yanting was waiting, Song Tianjiu, Xu Fenglei, Han Shichuan...

Including the soldiers standing on the training ground, holding spears and testing horses, were also waiting.

Someone looked up at the sky, estimated the time, and asked in a low voice: "Do you think Lord Jiang will come?"

The person next to him gestured to the front and said, "I don't know if he will come or not, but since the lieutenant general said to wait, then let's wait."

At this time, the general Miao Chuanfu came over and scolded: "Stop talking so much nonsense, stand up straight! If the lieutenant general says that our military discipline is not strict, I will peel off your skin!"

Normally, everyone is laughing and joking, and the distinction between superiors and subordinates is not very clear.

But when war really comes, the border troops' discipline will definitely be the best.

After scolding those people, Miao Chuanfu turned his head and looked in the direction of the camp gate, then snorted and said, "Lord Jiang is our brother from the Nanling camp. If he says he will come, he will definitely come. Don't say anything more!"

As we were talking, raindrops began to fall from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it began to rain heavily, pouring down without stopping.

No one cared, they stood in the rain like statues.

You're not afraid of a bloody rain, so why are you afraid of this?

Cai Yanting wiped the rain off her face and looked at Liao Mingxu. Seeing his resolute expression, she did not speak.

He only looked up at the horizon occasionally, and set off at dawn according to the deadline given by the Ministry of War.

time is limited.

As time passed, the sky gradually became brighter, and that was the rising sun coming down to the world.

Cai Yanting looked at Liao Mingxu again and whispered, "Sir?"

Liao Mingxu pursed his lips tightly, his face showing an expression of disappointment or something else. He opened his mouth slightly and was about to speak when he heard a different voice in his ear.

Hi Ho——

Hi Ho——

Hi Ho——

The sound was slight at first, then gradually became louder.

The sound of wheels rubbing against the ground, the sound of people shouting and working hard, and...

The clinking sounds of weapons colliding came one after another.

Liao Mingxu, Cai Yanting, Song Tianjiu and others all looked in the direction of the sound and vaguely saw some figures appear in their field of vision.

Their eyes suddenly lit up. Coming?

coming!

A tall and burly figure, like a giant, appeared at the camp gate.

He was bent over, carrying a thick hemp rope on his shoulder, and behind him was a flatbed truck full of heavy objects.

The ruts were deep in the mud and water, showing how heavy the terrain was.

That’s Jiang Lin, the eighth-rank director of the Foundry Department!

His whole body was soaked by the rain, and the water was flowing down his hair like a stream.

All the muscles in his body are tense, driving the wheels forward continuously.

Upon seeing this, Liao Mingxu and others rushed over immediately, and the sound of armor colliding was endless.

"Brother Jiang!"

Jiang Lin raised his head and looked at Liao Mingxu and others who were running towards him, then moved forward a few meters. Only when they arrived in front of him did he straighten up with an apologetic look on his face.

"I'm sorry, some of the donkey carts we were looking for last night suddenly became ill and collapsed in the middle of the night. It suddenly rained heavily and the road was muddy, so we were a little late."

"It's good that you're here! It's good that you're here!" Liao Mingxu laughed and patted Jiang Lin's shoulder hard.

At this moment, he even felt that it didn't matter whether he had weapons or not. What was important was that his brothers came to see him off.

Cai Yanting looked up and saw dozens of people pulling a cart, with more than a dozen cars lined up in a long queue in front and behind.

The donkey's hooves kept slipping on the muddy road, making it extremely difficult to move forward.

Song Tianjiu and others ran to help without saying a word.

Jiang Lin looked at the soldiers standing in the camp, and suddenly felt sad. He turned to look at Liao Mingxu.

Although he didn't say anything, Liao Mingxu already understood what he wanted to say.

The lieutenant general grinned and said, "It's okay, we will go out to fight and come back soon."

These words sound like an older brother comforting his younger brother who is alone at home.

Jiang Lin knew that he shouldn't say anything discouraging at this time. He nodded slightly and said, "The weapons are ready. Let the brothers change into them."

Liao Mingxu had the same idea, so he immediately called Miao Chuanfu and other captains, cavalry lieutenants, etc., and asked them to transport the weapons into the camp for distribution.

With the help of these people, muddy roads are nothing to fear.

The blacksmiths, who were almost collapsed from pushing the cart all the way here, were breathing heavily.

But no one complained of being tired. As they looked at the soldiers ready to go, they felt a sense of envy for some unknown reason.

Who doesn’t want to make great achievements?
Who doesn't admire these soldiers who fought bravely for Daqian?
But they don't have the ability or the courage to go into battle and kill the enemy.

It is an honor to be able to transport weapons for these soldiers today!

Miao Chuanfu and others transported the vehicle into the camp and then lifted the oilcloth covering it.

The weapons are shiny black, and each one is of high quality.

Miao Chuanfu grinned, thinking that Lord Jiang had not lied to us, they were all low-grade weapons!
However, when he picked up a handful and was about to share it with the people below, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He looked at the blade carefully and suddenly screamed.

A centurion heard it and ran over to ask, "What happened?"

“This knife…” Miao Chuanfu held a bunch of weapons with a strange expression, “It’s not a low-grade one…”

"Not a qualified grade?" The captain was a little confused. The shiny black color was the sign of a qualified grade. Could it be that Brother Jiang faked it and just painted it black?
He picked up a knife, glanced at the entropy pattern on it, and immediately exclaimed.

It is indeed not a good product.

But it is the middle fourth grade!
Liao Mingxu was still reminiscing about the past with Jiang Lin when he heard several centurions running over shouting.

"Master Liao! Master Liao!"

Liao Mingxu turned his head away, a little unhappy: "Why are you so nervous? Speak with your tongue straight!"

Several centurions stood up straight and took several deep breaths. They said with unquenchable excitement and agitation, "Those weapons...are not of the first-class quality!"

Liao Mingxu was stunned. Not a qualified product?

He immediately looked at Jiang Lin, and before he could ask any questions, he heard several centurions shouting again.

"It's a middle fourth grade!"

"All weapons are of the middle fourth grade, without exception!"

"There are exceptions. I've seen top three grades, several of them!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Liao Mingxu, Cai Yanting, Song Tianjiu and others were all stunned.

Middle fourth grade? Upper third grade?
Liao Mingxu suddenly turned his head and looked at Jiang Lin: "Brother, this..."

Jiang Lin smiled calmly and said, "Brother always calls me brother, so how can I let only my brothers use low-grade weapons? I have been working day and night these days and finally made it in time. Every man in the Nanling camp has one mid-fourth-grade weapon, and there are not many top-three-grade weapons, only a few dozen, so I didn't divide them up."

The heartbeats of Liao Mingxu and others suddenly quickened. Having all members wield low-grade weapons and having all members wield mid-fourth-grade weapons are two completely different concepts.

With these weapons, the power of their military formation would be increased by more than three times!
"Good brother, good brother!" Liao Mingxu laughed heartily, with such passion that it seemed as if he could even shatter the dark clouds.

Then, he shouted to the camp: "Everyone, change into new weapons immediately!"

The commander-in-chief passed the orders and the cavalry captains shuttled through the formation.

Weapons of at least fourth grade were distributed to each soldier.

The old weapons were thrown on the ground and the new weapons were taken in his hands.

Although only one thing was changed, the spirit and energy of the entire Nanling camp was completely different.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Lin untied the quiver on his body and stuffed it into Liao Mingxu's hand.

"These are Chaos Arrows, low-grade Xuan weapons. There are nine arrows in total. With a good longbow, even those at the peak of the Yuanwu realm can be shot and killed! There are also dozens of mid-grade spiritual weapon arrows." Liao Mingxu was startled when he heard this, and looked up at the young man in front of him, but only saw a hint of guilt.

"Time is too tight and there are no extra materials on hand, otherwise I could have made some more." Jiang Lin sighed.

Daqian does not value human life, that is Daqian’s business.

But for Jiang Lin, what he hates most is to see people close to him get into trouble.

Only ten Chaos Arrows were made in total. He kept one for protection and the rest were all delivered.

Liao Mingxu is not a blacksmith, but he understands what low-grade Xuanbing means.

In the past, whatever weapons Jiang Lin sent over, they were all clearly priced.

But today, neither Jiang Lin nor Liao Mingxu mentioned the matter of money again.

Liao Mingxu held the quiver, stared at Jiang Lin, and suddenly took a few steps back.

Not only him, but also Cai Yanting, Song Tianjiu, Xu Fenglei and others also took a few steps back.

There was a rumbling sound in the Nanling camp, which was the noise caused by tens of thousands of soldiers turning around at the same time.

These battle-hardened warriors now faced Jiang Lin with extremely solemn expressions.

Liao Mingxu raised his right fist, palm facing inward, facing Jiang Lin, and then smashed it hard towards his own chest.

boom--

Cai Yanting and others did the same, hitting their chests hard with their fists.

bang bang bang-

Then, all the soldiers in the Nanling camp raised their fists.

This sound was like the explosion after the creation of the world, dull as thunder and thrilling.

Even the blacksmiths who were resting by the roadside stood up at this moment.

They didn't know what this meant, but they could sense something unusual.

Only those who are familiar with the border troops understand that those who are too tired in the war have no energy to speak.

This is the highest etiquette for them to express their emotions.

Punch yourself in the chest, the harder the better.

This action represents four words.

Life and death together!

Jiang Lin didn’t know what this action meant, but he knew that the brothers in the Nanling camp were thanking him.

At this time, the sky was already getting light and the rain was gradually stopping.

The sun peeked out from the horizon, and the brightness represented the impending departure.

Liao Mingxu put the quiver on his back and waved his hand.

Cai Yanting, Song Tianjiu, Xu Fenglei, Fang Zhisheng and others immediately returned to the camp, and then they shouted: "Nanling camp, set off!"

thump—

thump—

Heavy footsteps were heard, and neatly-arranged soldiers stepped over their old weapons and walked out of the camp.

Even if they are not their enemies, they will still be frightened when facing this neat formation.

Most of the blacksmiths stepped back in fear, but Jiang Lin stood still.

He looked at the soldiers who passed by him one by one, and they were all looking at him.

Some nodded slightly, some smiled, and some shouted that they would come back and treat Lord Jiang to a drink after the battle.

Jiang Lin bowed in return and accepted all the requests.

If they can come back alive, everything will be fine.

The march of nearly 10,000 people caused a lot of noise and lasted for a long time.

Jiang Lin never let go of his hand until the last row passed by and Cai Yanting led two horses.

Liao Mingxu took the reins, bowed to Jiang Lin and said, "Brother, I'll take my leave first."

Seeing him jump on the horse and the horse galloping, Jiang Lin suddenly couldn't help shouting: "Brothers, remember to bring the brothers back alive, you all owe me a drink!"

Liao Mingxu raised the reins in his hand high and swung them vigorously a few times without looking back.

Of course, I will remember what you owe me.

The tall horse looks majestic and full of vigor.

The army of tens of thousands set off, facing the rising sun and heading towards the battlefield where a bloody battle was about to take place.

Jiang Lin kept looking from afar, even though he could no longer see anyone in his sight, he still kept looking.

The camp behind him was empty and silent.

The dark clouds in the sky had long been blown away by the wind, and it was not until this moment that Jiang Lin suddenly understood.

Even if he doesn't go to the battlefield, his relationship with the brothers in the Nanling camp is closely tied to him.

Qi the blacksmith was also one of the people who came to deliver the weapons. He walked over, looked at the empty direction, and whispered: "The main forces of Dachen and Daliang have been ambushed and annihilated. The border troops should be much better off this time."

Jiang Lin said in a low voice, "In a war to destroy a country, all the people must be soldiers. How can it be easy?"

Blacksmith Qi didn't say anything, he understood this logic very well.

If the main force is destroyed, it will be easier to fight and the border troops will not suffer so many casualties.

Jiang Lin took a deep breath, suddenly turned around, pulled a cart, and walked towards the South Blacksmith Camp.

He had a determined look and a resolute expression.

There was only one thought in my mind: to forge iron!

It would be best if the border troops could go out to fight as Qi the blacksmith said.

But if it’s not going well…

He must be prepared!
Jiang Lin had no intention of going into battle to kill the enemy, but the Chaos Arrow gave him unlimited possibilities.

A lower-grade Xuanbing-level Chaos Arrow is already capable of killing enemies from a distance of dozens of miles. If it is upgraded to a higher-grade level, it will not be a problem to kill enemies even from a distance of a hundred miles!

Jiang Lin's eyes were filled with a strong desire to fight. He was not a warlike person, and he never thought that whether Daqian could expand its territory had anything to do with him.

But now, watching the familiar people go to the battlefield, Jiang Lin realized that he couldn't let go.

He doesn't care about expanding his territory, but if those unknown enemies want to attack his acquaintances, that won't do!
You don’t have to be a hero, just be an ordinary person.

Blacksmith Qi looked at the terrifying figure with surging aura and suddenly felt that Lord Jiang seemed to be more and more like a member of the border army.

The blacksmith...isn't as scary as him.

At the front of the Nanling camp, Liao Mingxu was riding a horse at the front.

Cai Yanting glanced behind him and saw the soldiers holding fourth-grade weapons, standing in neat formation and full of fighting spirit.

He turned around and said with a smile: "I'm afraid our Nanling camp will be in the spotlight this time."

"Of course." Liao Mingxu looked forward with a heroic look: "If nothing else, at least we can't embarrass Brother Jiang. When we get back to the battlefield, you all have to fight hard! If anyone embarrasses me, I won't forgive him!"

At the same time, military formations like the Nanling Camp swarmed out from all over the place.

If you look down from the sky, you can see the millions of torrents moving rapidly towards the border with unstoppable and terrifying momentum.

war.

Never stop!

　Add one more chapter, thanks to the two allies, brother Guo Jiuxing.

　　I will continue to express my gratitude by writing as much as possible tomorrow!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)