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

Chapter 429 Accumulation
In any war, there will inevitably be casualties.

Especially in siege warfare, the casualties will be even more tragic.

Even though Ma Ningyan led the charge and rushed to the front.

Even though Jiang Lin made a holy weapon for her, its power was unmatched.

Even though everyone followed her closely and charged forward for the simple goal of "having enough food", it was still difficult to capture a city.

After countless attacks, the city gate still could not be captured.

And more than half of the tens of thousands of people who came this time have been lost.

Ma Ningyan was covered in blood. Holding a knife, she looked at those people who looked haggard, exhausted, and covered in blood. Her eyes were as deep as a pool of water.

The eighteen riders of Tiannan Prefecture were behind him. They also charged forward, and now everyone was injured.

Few people spoke. Everyone sat quietly, breathing heavily, and taking the time to recover their strength.

Xu Wanqun walked to Ma Ningyan and stood beside her, saying, "I will lead the charge next time."

Ma Ningyan glanced at him and said, "I can still fight."

"But they are tired." Xu Wanqun said softly.

Ma Ningyan knew who he was talking about, those who were going to the battlefield for the first time.

At this time, an old man about fifty years old, wearing loose armor, suddenly stood up and walked over.

When he got there, he wiped the blood off his face and said, "Count me in. I'm not tired."

Soon, another dozen people came over, waving their weapons: "Count us in, we're taking a break!"

Then more people came over, shouting that they were not tired and could still fight.

Jiang Lin was standing in a makeshift blacksmith shop not far away, and there were many wounded people nearby who were being bandaged and treated.

Gu An Ning could not go to the battlefield, so he followed to help take care of the people.

Seeing so many people running over and shouting that they were not tired and wanted to continue attacking the city, the young man's eyes were filled with deep doubts.

He walked up to Jiang Lin and stopped, then asked, "Grandpa, aren't they afraid of death?"

"I am afraid, of course I am." A wounded man with half of his arm cut off leaned against a rock nearby, his expression indifferent: "But if we don't have food, we will die anyway."

"Not only will I die, but my wife and children will die too. If they all die, our family will be extinct."

"So we have to fight, kill our way in, and grab enough food."

Gu An Ning fell silent and didn't ask any more questions.

Because he already understood that these people were afraid of death, but they were more afraid of their entire family dying.

Rather than fighting for Ma Ningyan's ideals, it would be more accurate to say that they just wanted to give their wives, children and the elderly at home a chance to have hot meals.

This ideal was too small and had nothing to do with unifying the world, but it was the reason why they did not retreat even though they knew that if they continued to attack the city, they would most likely be the next one to die.

"Grandpa."

Jiang Lin responded and looked at the people who were gathering their troops and preparing for the next siege.

“I don’t like this world.”

Jiang Lin lowered his head and saw the boy's eyes, which were flashing with a strange light.

Gu An Ning didn’t say anything else. He just told others very simply and purely that he didn’t like this world.

It’s not because some people don’t have enough food to eat, nor is it because some people are dying for food, and it’s not just because some people are killing those who are living for food.

Disappointment is never caused by a single reason.

Gu An Ning’s words reminded Jiang Lin of another person.

Guo Jiuxing, the Taoist master of the virtual prison.

He asked Xie Yushuang, and found out that there was no such person as Guo Jiuxing in Xujian Dao, and the current leader of the Dao was named Huai Tianrui.

According to the previous rules of Taoism, the position of Taoist master will be passed on to the next one after about two to three hundred years.

In other words, Guo Jiuxing may have appeared one or two hundred years later.

And that person also said something similar.

"This isn't supposed to be like this."

"No one cares about me, I am just an ant in the world."

"Will you go with me?"

"Turning the world upside down."

There is always a commonality of coincidence in people’s thoughts.

Jiang Lin touched Gu An Ning's head and said calmly, "If you really don't like it, just turn it over later."

Gu An Ning looked up at him and asked, "Can you do it?"

"If you have a strong enough fist, you can do it."

"What if it's not hard enough?"

Jiang Lin was silent, not knowing how to answer.

Gu An Ning didn't seem to think he could get an answer here. He bowed to Jiang Lin and said, "Grandpa, I'll continue to treat the wounded."

Jiang Lin nodded and watched the boy leave, but he was still thinking about the question he asked.

I want to overturn the world, but my fists are not strong enough, what should I do?
At this time, everyone in front of Ma Ningyan stood up again.

Xu Wanqun said they were tired and needed to rest.

But they said they were not tired and could still fight.

Ma Ningyan didn't say anything. She just turned her head to look in the direction of the blacksmith shop with her lips tightly pursed.

Her eyes made Jiang Lin understand everything.

He turned around, picked up the Sun-Chasing Bow, and drew out the Xuanwu Holy Arrow.

An arrow was shot out, stirring up a storm of heaven and earth energy that was hundreds of meters long.

No matter how heavy or solid the city gate was, it could not block this shocking arrow.

Hundreds of meters of city walls were torn apart in the storm.

The huge gap was right in front of him. Ma Ningyan took a deep breath and pointed his long sword towards the city.

Her eyes were extremely deep and her voice was extremely low.

"Never stop until you die!" The nearly 20,000 men behind him, whose armor didn't fit them well and whose weapons were not well-fitting but who were full of fighting spirit, let out a roar that shook the earth.

"Til death do us part!"

The horses neighed and they charged again.

Led by Ma Ningyan, he led the Eighteen Riders of Tiannan and the high-spirited battle formation.

Dust and smoke rose up, and the soldiers defending the city were in chaos.

After this day, Ma Ningyan once again had more than 10,000 veterans who had fought on the battlefields!

……

A few days later, Ma Ningyan found Jiang Lin.

"Grandpa Hong, I can find all the blacksmithing materials. I hope you can make more good weapons as soon as possible."

Ma Ningyan's attitude was clear and her expression was solemn.

"I don't want too many more casualties. What they eat, wear, and use must be the best!"

Looking at Ma Ningyan's serious face, Jiang Lin nodded slightly.

The border troops of Daqian have always been the best-equipped, with the most generous salaries, and they are the first in terms of food, clothing and other necessities.

Even in this day and age, some clues have already appeared.

Ma Ningyan did not break her promise. She sent a lot of high-quality materials that Jiang Lin had never seen or heard of.

A few hundred years later, any one of these materials would have caused people to fight over it, but here, they seem to be just ordinary.

"How many resources have those powerful clans monopolized in the past four hundred years?"

Jiang Lin was a little bit unable to imagine it. Now he finally understood why those generals who wanted to find the materials but couldn't find them would go directly to the homes of the powerful clans to ask for them.

Those powerful clans have such rich financial resources!

After the second city was captured, Ma Ningyan quickly recruited nearly 30,000 new soldiers.

Similarly, they first trained the battle formations and distributed weapons and armor.

There is no psychological pressure at all to use the large amount of resources obtained from powerful clans.

After these new recruits became familiar with the battle formation, the army set out towards the third city.

This time, in addition to the new recruits, Ma Ningyan was also surrounded by some scholars, craftsmen, and doctors.

Some of them may not be able to afford food, but Ma Ningyan was able to break down the "wall" that had been erected by the powerful clans for countless years, allowing them to see hope for a new world.

There are always some people who hold beautiful ideals and are willing to give up everything for them.

The war never stopped, and as one city after another was conquered, more and more people gathered around Ma Ningyan.

In less than a year, Ma Ningyan captured fifteen cities.

She is already very famous, and nearly 200,000 soldiers doesn't sound like a lot.

But these 200,000 people can be considered veterans who have fought on many battlefields.

In addition, there are a large number of top-grade weapons, as well as precious weapons and Yuan soldiers made by Jiang Lin.

The battle formation they formed was as powerful as that of the sixth level of the Divine Martial Realm!
The private army defending the city had never seen such a battle formation.

Once a head-on conflict occurs, they will be defeated almost instantly, like a chicken or a dog.

Ma Ningyan's cultivation also grew rapidly during this year.

Xie Zimo, Xie Tianyou, Xie Yushuang, they kept sending Taoist elixirs over.

In just one year, Ma Ningyan had already reached the second level of the Divine Martial Realm.

The Eighteen Riders of Tiannan range from the first to the third level of the Divine Martial Realm.

As for the 200,000 soldiers, there are a large number of them in the Yuanwu realm, the peak of martial arts.

The improvement of cultivation also makes the war more powerful.

No one can stop him wherever he goes.

Many powerful clans took the initiative to send letters or envoys to discuss the matter.

They are willing to surrender voluntarily, but the prerequisite is to obtain the secret recipe of precious weapons like Qin's.

In addition, no matter who is in charge of the world, the interests of the powerful clans cannot be touched.

Ma Ningyan agreed almost without thinking, because she knew very well that even though her side was much stronger than it was a year ago, there was still a gap compared to the powerful clans.

If these people really wanted to resist and capture a city, at least 60 to 70 percent of the 200,000 people would die.

Rather than a miserable victory, it would be better to do as Gu An Ning said.

First take the city without bloodshed, and then make plans when you have accumulated enough strength.

In this way, with the cooperation of the powerful clans, Ma Ningyan's subsequent conquests seemed much easier.

In addition to the fact that most of the private armies were unwilling to submit and even united to resist her attack, it was considered a small trouble.

Jiang Lin watched helplessly as the future Daqian border army increased tenfold and a hundredfold from a mere 1,500 men in a very short period of time.

He knew that if this was that period of history, Ma Ningyan would almost certainly win, without much suspense.

Instead, I am the one who is in trouble.

Xie Yushuang told him that the Lu clan members had already walked out of the forest and entered the territory of a clan that was skilled in using bows and arrows.

A considerable conflict broke out between the two sides, but that clan was very powerful and the Lu clan members were suppressed.

However, they threw out a piece of news, which made the clan extremely interested in Jiang Lin.

Divine bow!

Holy Arrow!

For a clan skilled in the use of bows and arrows, nothing could be more attractive than this.

When Jiang Lin heard the news, he immediately thought of the Western Yi archers.

He patted the iron dust off his hands, looking calm.

Apparently, this was the reason why the Western Yi archers were driven out of their habitat.

Instead of living a good life, they come to steal the bow and arrows of the blacksmith ancestor.

A bit cheap.

(End of this chapter)