Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Rest in place. Anyone who disobeys..."

Lin Ping chuckled slyly, "Those who disobey orders will be dealt with by surrendering."

This was the first order Lin Ping issued, which truly surprised the cannibals. They all glared at him with gritted teeth, daring to be angry but not daring to speak out.

Putting aside Lin Ping's status as the son-in-law of the city lord, he is indeed the leader of these people at this moment. All ten of them must obey Lin Ping's arrangements for the rest of the day, otherwise they will not be qualified to compete with Long Bingwei.

"Humph!"

The men slammed their weapons to the ground as a sign of their defiance against Lin Ping.

Lin Ping, however, turned a blind eye. He wished the men would drop their weapons so they could get a real rest.

Seeing that the sun was half red, Lin Ping was not in a hurry. He went to several magnificent warhorses by himself, but after a lot of effort, he failed to climb onto the saddle. In the end, he fell to the ground on his backside, which immediately drew a burst of contemptuous laughter.

Jiang Yunying lowered her head in embarrassment, seemingly speechless in the face of these soldiers. How could she have married such a good-for-nothing who couldn't even kill a chicken?

It's simply a sin...

Although the two had ulterior motives in their marriage, at least the city lord found himself a strong and healthy husband. What was this all about?

Pretty boy, huh...

"hey-hey……"

Lin Ping scratched his head awkwardly and asked in confusion, "Wife, how do we get up there?"

Even before Lin Ping got close, the warhorse had already put up some resistance. He didn't think the warhorse would obediently squat on the ground and wait for him to climb onto the saddle before standing up.

Jiang Yunying glanced at Lin Ping, bent her knees slightly, and leaped into the air. Her graceful figure did three somersaults in the air and landed perfectly on the saddle.

"Wife, are you sure this isn't a TV show? There aren't any ropes pulling you up from behind?"

Lin Ping stared in disbelief. Jiang Yunying had jumped from ten meters away, and judging from her relaxed manner, she didn't seem to have used her full strength. If she participated in the Olympics, she would definitely win gold medals left and right.

Jiang Yunying couldn't understand Lin Ping's nonsense. She stretched out a delicate hand and said coldly, "Mount up!"

Lin Ping was overjoyed and hurriedly reached out his own hand, trying to grab the other's delicate hand.

However, Lin Ping's speed was not on the same level as Jiang Yunying's. Before he could get close, Jiang Yunying's jade hand had already grabbed his wrist. With a sudden force, Lin Ping's entire body was lifted into the air and finally landed heavily on the saddle.

Although the saddle was covered in leather, the bottom was hardwood, and Lin Ping was in so much pain he almost cried out, muttering to himself, "My wife, you've resorted to such cruelty just to avoid consummating our marriage..."

Jiang Yunying had no desire to argue with him. She gripped the saddle with her legs, held the reins tightly with both hands, and galloped away.

Lin Ping stumbled and almost got thrown off, but instinctively grabbed Jiang Yunying's slender waist, pressing his face against her back.

"Husband, are you comfortable?"

Jiang Yunying asked with a cold smile.

Lin Ping was completely absorbed in the pleasures of the woman, and had no time to think. He nodded and said in a lewd voice, "It's so smooth, soft, and bouncy, much better than that tight-fitting dress..."

At this point, Lin Ping suddenly snapped out of his daze, quickly covering his mouth with one hand, silently praying: I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it...

The warhorse accelerated again, its back swaying as violently as a roller coaster, the hard saddle causing Lin Ping's reproductive problems.

"Husband, if you have such needs in the future, just tell me directly. Why are you teaching Yu'er bad habits!"

Jiang Yunying's gentle voice was filled with murderous intent, and the warhorse beneath her rode faster and faster.

That night, only Jiang Yunyu entered her room, and the clothes were in Lin Ping's hands. The dirty deal between the two was self-evident, and it's no wonder that Jiang Yunying was angry.

"I don't believe you for a second... Telling you?" Lin Ping inwardly groaned, regretting that he had been bewitched by this gentle embrace and had inadvertently revealed the secret.

Next, the warhorse ran three full laps around the entire training ground, panting heavily, before Jiang Yunying finally threw Lin Ping off its back.

After dismounting, Lin Ping felt dizzy and disoriented, as if hundreds of small birds were circling around him.

Staggering a few steps, Lin Ping collapsed to the ground, the little food in his stomach churning violently before finally bursting out. Lin Ping was pale and felt terrible.

Adding to the pain in my groin, my whole body felt like it was falling apart.

"Husband, how do you feel? Would you like to do it again?"

Jiang Yunying stood in front of Lin Ping, bent over, and asked, a smile appearing on her face for the first time.

"So my wife likes riding horses. I'll let you ride as much as you want another day..."

Lin Ping grinned slyly, not forgetting to crack a lewd joke.

This is Lin Ping's lofty ambition and ultimate goal; once achieved, he will have no regrets even if he dies...

Jiang Yunying, naturally unaware of her meaning, laughed and said, "Commander Pang's horsemanship is also quite good. He rode that Swift Wind Steed for two days and it couldn't stand up anymore."

This can be considered a hint, telling Lin Ping that Pang Xingji's horsemanship is the strongest, and that tomorrow's competition should definitely not be held on horseback.

"Beast, animal, no, worse than an animal! He didn't even spare a foal..."

Lin Ping looked at Pang Xingji, who was practicing riding a horse, with disdain and gave these comments for no reason.

"Wife, where's the armory? I'll go pick out a few weapons that suit my needs, and then I'll give him a good beating..."

Lin Ping asked with a sly smile.

As the saying goes, "A skilled craftsman must first have the right tools," and the same applies to warfare; having the right weapon can truly double one's strength.

If Lin Ping were given a heavy machine gun, he would be confident that he could take on the entire garrison single-handedly!

Jiang Yunying had the same idea, and hurriedly led Lin Ping to the nearby weapons workshop.

Before the Wu Kingdom, the place where weapons were made was called the Military Equipment Bureau, which was a state monopoly and private individuals were not allowed to operate it.

In order to vigorously develop the economy, the weapons of the Wu Kingdom were also marketized, and thus the military weapons workshops were established.

This approach has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that it increases productivity and creativity, and a large number of high-quality weapons are produced. The disadvantage is that weapons can be bought as long as you have money, which makes the security of the Wu Kingdom relatively chaotic.

Upon entering the armory, Lin Ping was deeply impressed by the dazzling array of weapons. There were short weapons such as knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, halberds, hooks, and forks, as well as long-range weapons such as arrows and crossbows.

Lin Ping was like a country boy visiting the city for the first time, looking at this piece of clothing and touching that piece of clothing, much like a bear breaking off corn cobs.

Jiang Yunying covered her face and hurriedly retreated from the armory, practically explaining to the craftsmen: We're not acquainted, no, no, I don't know this guy...

hum...

The longsword vibrated crisply as Lin Ping flicked it, its silver light somewhat dazzling.

"A steel sword! It seems the technique for forging steel through repeated tempering is now mature!"

Lin Ping thought to himself with certainty.

Ancient Chinese steel technology is an absolute cultural treasure, leading Western countries by hundreds of years.

From the initial blooming process to the later wrought iron and crucible processes, it was a leap in quantity, turning those hard iron rocks into large quantities of high-quality steel.

Finally, they mastered the art of forging steel through repeated tempering and began to understand that different carbon contents would lead to differences in the properties of steel. Thus, the steel sword that could cut through iron like mud was created!

About fifteen minutes later, Lin Ping walked up to a blacksmith empty-handed and asked, "Master, could you forge a few weapons for me tonight, according to my requirements?"