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

Chapter 55: Amazing Strength (Part )

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Heavy footsteps sounded on the training ground. Two strong men holding millstones walked almost side by side, taking one step at a time under the horrified gaze of others.

It was already a miracle to be able to lift such a heavy millstone, and it was even more unrealistic to think of walking around with it in your hand.

The strength contest between Jiang Lin and Han Shichuan really shocked many people.

Everyone in the Nanling camp knew that the captain was very strong, but how could a little blacksmith, who was said to be an apprentice, be so brave?

The two men had already walked at least a hundred meters carrying the millstone. Han Shichuan's arms were shaking and he was sweating profusely.

He struggled to hold on, with just a little energy left to glance at Jiang Lin, and saw that although the young blacksmith also had a red face and a thick neck, he was sweating much less than himself.

Han Shichuan couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Damn it, is this still a blacksmith?"

"Master Qianhu, please work harder. I think he is about to die!" someone shouted.

Han Shichuan really wanted to curse, "You go ahead and try it," but he really didn't have the strength to speak.

I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, the breath I was holding would leak out and I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore.

After walking a dozen more steps, Han Shichuan felt that the millstone was getting heavier, as if it was no longer 300 kilograms but 500 kilograms, or even 1,000 kilograms!

He had an illusion that someone might have added something heavy to the millstone.
Suddenly, his legs went weak and he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he gritted his teeth and held on, but it was very difficult to take another step.

On the other side, Jiang Lin was in a better situation than Han Shichuan. The stone mill was much lighter than he had imagined and there was still some power left.

But Han Shichuan seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, and he was afraid something might happen if he continued competing.

Being beaten with a stick is a small matter. If Han Shichuan is really injured or even killed by a roller stone during the competition, I am afraid I will lose my place in the Nanling camp.

Even Old Man Wei couldn't help in this matter.

After a slight hesitation, Jiang Lin sighed inwardly, threw the stone mill on the ground, and said, "I can't do it anymore. Lord Han is really brave. I admit defeat and take the beating."

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After a loud bang, Han Shichuan also threw the millstone to the ground, stirring up a large amount of dust.

Liao Mingxu raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Jiang Lin, you will be beaten even if you admit defeat. There is no joking in the army!"

Jiang Lin nodded: "I give up."

At this moment, a loud shout was heard: "Bullshit!"

Han Shichuan was trembling all over and fell to the ground, but his face was full of anger. He pointed at Jiang Lin and said angrily: "A blacksmith who works all day long has only sweated so little. How could he not be able to hold on? Even if I admit defeat, it's me who admits defeat, not you!"

As he said this, Han Shichuan shook off several colleagues who were trying to help him up, and knelt down in front of Liao Mingxu: "I, Han Shichuan, am inferior to you in this competition, so I accept the 20 big boards!"

Liao Mingxu hummed and said, "If that's the case, then you lose. Go down and get your stick."

Seeing this, Jiang Lin hurriedly said, "Brother Liao, I admit defeat first. How can I break my promise?"

"You are just soft-hearted. It is obvious who wins and who loses." Liao Mingxu said.

The one who admitted defeat first stood up straight, while the one who admitted defeat later trembled all over. The winner and loser were indeed clear.

Jiang Lin smiled bitterly and was about to speak again when Han Shichuan gritted his teeth and climbed up from the ground, supporting himself on his knees.

"Boy, you don't need to beg for mercy. I dare to compete with you. Not to mention twenty lashes, I won't even blink an eye even if I get 20 slashes! We in the Nanling camp will never let anyone look down on us!"

As he spoke, Han Shichuan walked over step by step.

When he got to Jiang Lin, he suddenly stretched out his fist and punched Jiang Lin hard in the chest, and the anger on his face disappeared instantly.

The nearly exhausted Han Qianhu grinned and said, "No one in the Nanling camp has the strength to convince me. You are the first one! Good job, you are a strong man!"

Although he was beaten, Jiang Lin understood that this was a unique way of expressing affection in the military camp. Jiang Lin bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Master Qianhu. I'll treat you to a drink in the future."

"No problem! I can't beat you in strength, and I don't believe I can't beat you in drinking!" Han Shichuan seemed to remember something and asked, "I didn't ask you, brother..."

Jiang Lin quickly said, "Jiang Lin, Jiang for river, Lin for forest."

"I'm Han Shichuan, the captain of the Nanling camp. Okay! I'll come find you after I'm beaten with a stick." Han Shichuan muttered as he walked away, "Damn it, I'm not even as good as a blacksmith, it's not unfair that I got beaten with a stick!"

For some reason, Jiang Lin felt like laughing when he heard him say this.

It's not a mockery, nor is it funny, I just think it's very interesting.

Suddenly I began to understand why the border troops were crazy.

People who have crawled out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses naturally don't like to beat around the bush.

The so-called madness is a characteristic that hides a frankness and passion that ordinary people cannot understand.

At this time, the garrison commander Song Tianjiu suddenly said, "I remembered that there is an eight-stone bow in the camp, which is difficult for ordinary people to pull. Why not let Jiang Lin try?"

Liao Mingxu looked at Jiang Lin and asked, "Are you still strong?"

Jiang Lin nodded slightly: "Not bad."

Liao Mingxu laughed and said, "Come here, bring the eight-stone bow!"

Soon, a bow nearly 1.8 meters long was brought in. Liao Mingxu said, "This bow was made by Yuan Gaohao from your foundry department. It uses tiger tendons as the string and the body of the sacred Zirui wood. When it is finished, it is eight stones. I originally planned to ask someone from the Taoist sect to engrave runes, but things have been a bit uneasy recently, as you know. Come on, try to see if you can pull it open."

Jiang Lin took the bow. Although he didn't know much about it, he had heard about it roughly. Thirty jin is one jun, and four jun is one shi.

An eight-stone bow requires a pulling force of nine hundred and sixty kilograms to pull it open.

And this is just the bow being pulled open, not the true full bow state.

"You're shooting in vain, so put an arrow on it." Song Tianjiu handed over a heavy arrow and said with a smile, "It is said that during the reign of Emperor Taizu, Yang Kan, the most powerful general in Daqian, used a bow with a weight of 20 stones, and a bow with a weight of 6 stones on horseback. If you can pull it off, you will be more powerful than Yang Kan on horseback."

Jiang Lin held the bow in one hand and pulled the bowstring first, feeling a little strenuous.

But the fact that he had just overpowered Han Shichuan in terms of strength gave him enough confidence.

No matter whether it works or not, just give it a try first.

Jiang Lin immediately started to move. Although it looked strange and not standard at all in the eyes of others, no one spoke to remind him.

It doesn't matter whether the posture is correct or not, what matters is whether you can pull it apart.

There are only a handful of people in the entire Nanling camp who can pull this long bow.

Jiang Lin gripped the bowstring, took a deep breath, and slowly exerted force.

With deep breathing, all the muscles in his body seemed like awakened beasts, every inch ready to go.

The air around him seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on his slightly awkward yet extremely firm movements.

The tough tiger tendons were pulled little by little, and the bowstring gradually tightened under the powerful arm strength, making a slight sound.

Sweat slid down his forehead, dripped onto the dry ground, and was absorbed instantly.

Every muscle contraction is accompanied by a further tightening of the bowstring, until it reaches an unprecedented critical point.

"open!"

With a low roar, Jiang Lin's eyes widened with anger, and all the strength in his body burst out in an instant, and the bow was suddenly pulled to a full moon.

But it couldn't last long, as the bowstring suddenly loosened like a wild horse. With a deafening roar, the arrow cut through the air and disappeared in an instant with a whistling sound.

boom--

I don't know what it hit hundreds of meters away, only a large cloud of dust rose up.

The camp was quiet for a moment, and then the shouts shook the heavens and earth, resounding through the clouds!
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