Transmigrated into a female county magistrate during a famine, leading her country to prosperity

A rotation system was used in today's competition.

It's not about changing people, but changing armor and weapons.

In the first round, Tongtou and Lin Er both used new weapons, wearing steel armor and holding steel weapons to compete. The competition lasted for one incense stick. After one incense stick, regardless of whether the two won or not, they would enter the next round.

In the second round, Tongtou changed into old armor and weapons, while Lin Er still wore steel armor and held steel weapons, and the competition time was still one stick of incense.

In the third round, the two exchanged blows to determine the final winner.

In the center of the training ground, the steel armor on the two men shone coldly in the sunlight, and the steel swords in their hands reflected each other's tense jaws.

"First round, begin!"

Before Che Ju finished speaking, Lin Er took the lead in attacking.

He was used to using brute force, and his long sword slashed towards the bronze head with a sound of breaking through the air. The bronze head's expression changed and he swung his sword to block.

After a "clang" sound, the two of them took half a step back at the same time, subconsciously looking at the steel swords in their hands.

In the outer circle, the soldiers watching the battle exclaimed in surprise, discussing, "Lin Er is incredibly strong, don't let his steel sword bend! In my opinion, he shouldn't have gone. I'd rather have gone in!"

"You? Forget about it. In our camp, only Tongtou can compete with Lin Er!"

"Look! Is the blade of that steel sword bent? Why does it look wrong to me?"

In the inner circle, Shen Zheng frowned slightly upon hearing this, and tried to squint her eyes to see more clearly.

Hua Duo came closer and said, "Master, both swords are not bent. Perhaps the people behind are mistaken."

Shen Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

I almost got embarrassed as soon as I arrived.

I don’t know what Lu Botang was thinking. Why did he use steel against steel first?

"Zheng——"

Just as he was thinking about it, Tongtou swung his sword towards Lin Er. Lin Er was unable to dodge and was hit hard on his breastplate, leaving a light white sword mark.

"hiss--"

The soldiers in the outer circle were all saying that Tongtou's move this time was tricky and he was really ruthless.

"Good!" Lu Botang cheered loudly: "Lin Er, attack Tongtou's left shoulder! Tongtou, stab his right waist!"

With his guidance, the two of them no longer held back for the next incense stick. The sounds of breaking air and crisp sounds came one after another, making everyone's blood boil.

By the time the incense burned out, the two men's backs were already soaked with sweat, and their steel armor was covered with sword marks, but neither of them had any intention of stopping.

"The first round is over, both sides are tied!" Che Ju shouted and ran to the center, calling two more people: "Shi Tou, Lou Zi, come up and check the armor!"

The two people who were called came running over and surrounded Tongtou and Lin Er to check them carefully.

Lin Er panted and glared at Tongtou: "Wait for the next round, I will beat you to a pulp!"

Tongtou wiped his sweat and raised his sword, "Don't just talk!"

The two men's eyes met, fighting intent burning in their eyes.

After a moment, the stone and basket were checked, and "Report—there are no damages on the weapons and armor!"

As soon as the words fell, people outside the circle immediately questioned: "How is it possible? I clearly saw Lin Er's sword bending just now. Shitou, did you see it wrong? Take a closer look!"

Suddenly, several voices of agreement were heard outside the circle.

Shitou glared: "I touched it myself, and if there's no curling blade, then there's no curling blade!"

Lu Botang stepped forward and took a look, then said to those outside the circle, "If anyone doesn't believe it, come and see for yourself!"

The soldiers pushed each other, and finally a brave representative came out.

The "representative" happily touched the two steel swords, checking them over and over again, and then said with a sense of regret: "I was mistaken, there is indeed no curled blade! This sword..."

"You brat!" Lu Botang kicked him and said with a smile, "You just want to come over and touch me, right?"

The "representative" chuckled a few times, saluted, and slipped back out of the circle. The soldiers around him asked him, "What does a steel sword feel like?"

He smiled and deliberately said nothing, but the next moment he was punched several times.

"Ice! So cold! Just touching it makes my bones chill!" He begged for mercy, "Such a thin blade, yet even Lin Er used it like a hatchet and chopped it down without even bending... Brothers, this steel sword truly is a divine weapon!"

Everyone opened their mouths wide, and there was a hint of admiration in their eyes when they looked at Shen Zheng.

What kind of brain does one need to be able to create steel?

And the steel armor too.

If it were ordinary armor, it would have been split in pieces with Lin Er's strength.

"That steel armor and steel sword are ten times stronger than what we have in our hands... no, more than a hundred times!" they said.

Inside the circle, incense was lit.

Che Ju yelled, "Round two, start!"

Bronze Head was wearing ordinary armor and holding an iron sword, his expression was much more solemn than before.

After the first round of experiments, he already had a clear understanding of steel swords and steel armor - they were definitely not comparable to ordinary swords and armor.

For example, right now, if the old armor on his body were to be hit by a steel sword, it would probably be torn into a small hole; if it were to be hit a few more times... the sword tip would probably penetrate the armor directly and cut the flesh.

no......

You must never confront Lin Er head-on. If you do, you will definitely lose!

“Huh—” He took a deep breath, then held the sword with both hands and challenged Lin Er, “Come!”

Lin Er was a man who could not stand provocation. Upon hearing this, he rushed over with his sword in hand, shouting, "Take my sword!"

Tongtou's eyes flashed, and he twisted his waist to avoid the sword. He turned around and raised his leg to kick Lin Er.

There was laughter outside the venue.

Lin Er staggered, furious, and turned around and said, "Don't try to be clever. If you have the guts, come and fight me head-on!"

"Tsk—" the soldiers began to jeer, "Lin Er, do you think Tongtou is stupid? Who dares to fight a steel sword head-on? You'd better think of a way to get close to Tongtou!"

Lin Er gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.

They were right. Bronzehead was a clever man. If he didn't find a way to get close, this round would probably be a draw again...

He doesn't want a draw, he wants to win!

In an instant, Lin Er changed his strategy and stopped using brute force and used cleverness.

He quickened his pace, and the steel sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, biting the old copper-headed armor with an extremely tricky posture.

Tongtou wanted to dodge, but the old armor was heavy and slowed him down for a moment.

In this split second, the steel sword hit his breastplate hard, causing a dent in the old armor and causing his chest to go numb.

"Ahem—" He retreated immediately.

Lin Er took advantage of the victory and pursued him, with no intention of letting him go. He wanted to counterattack, but Jiu Jia slowed down his sword swinging speed and was actually blocked by Lin Er's sword.

"Zheng——" the two swords collided.

"Clang, clang—" the iron sword broke.

Looking at the half-broken sword in his hand, Tongtou was shocked.

"Oh——"

There was an uproar outside the venue.

"But after a touch, the old sword broke?"

"How can this be? Shouldn't we at least hit it a few more times? When we used this sword before, it didn't feel so fragile!"

"Bronzehead, has the edge of your sword already curled up?"

Upon hearing this, Tongtou looked at the broken part.

He knew very well in his heart that his sword was in good condition before.

Such a "good" sword, under the steel sword...can't even withstand a single blow.