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

"Husband, thank you!"

Just as Lin Ping was grinning, Jiang Yunying said something very serious.

Her actions left Lin Ping somewhat bewildered.

He had only done something very simple, but he didn't expect Jiang Yunying to have such a big reaction.

They were actually thanking him, a spendthrift.

In fact, this is not difficult to understand.

With stirrups, the strength of the Marquis's private army will be elevated to a higher level, which is even more effective than Jiang Yunying's hard work in training for several years.

After the stirrups could be mass-produced, Jiang Yunying was overjoyed. Instead of immediately ordering the blacksmiths to work through the night to build them, she refocused her attention on the battle between the two sides.

Lin Ping took a few steps forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Yunying. He also shifted his attention and said seriously, "This is a stirrup. It has a simple appearance but a clear effect. My wife only has one chance to launch a surprise attack on the enemy. Don't take it out unless absolutely necessary."

Jiang Yunying looked at Lin Ping in surprise again. In an instant, she felt that his towering figure was tall and majestic, completely different from the spendthrift son she had seen before.

Lin Ping's meaning is easy to understand. Although stirrups have a great impact on cavalry, their structure is quite simple and easy for the enemy to imitate. They should not be used unless absolutely necessary.

"Husband...you..."

Jiang Yunying stammered and couldn't utter a complete sentence.

She suddenly realized that her husband was not as simple as others said, and that marrying into the city lord's family was really a bit of a humiliation.

"That's... the look of worship?"

Lin Ping glanced at Jiang Yunying out of the corner of his eye, muttering to himself.

Jiang Yunying can like him and submit to him, but she absolutely cannot worship him. She can't ruin the unique title of "spendthrift son".

Lin Ping remained serious and continued, "Actually, my wife, you don't need to worry. Just beat up anyone who misbehaves. Don't worry about others learning how to make stirrups. I have over ten thousand more weapons that are even more powerful than this!"

If Lin Ping had tried to cover it up with a joking smile at this moment, Jiang Yunying might not have replied, thinking he was just pretending to be crazy. But now that he was bragging in a serious manner, his true nature was exposed.

More than 10,000 kinds!

Are you trying to blow your own horn out of proportion?

Why don't you grow one?

Jiang Yunying turned her head away and ignored Lin Ping, thinking that she should make the most of the stirrups and not let them be used in one or two minor conflicts.

At the same time, the soldiers of Torohei and Ryubei had already begun close combat, their sharp spears striking each other with powerful clang.

This is not a real battlefield after all. Both sides leave room for maneuver when they attack, and at the very least, they cannot strike at vital points.

The moment the spears made contact, a crisp sound rang out, and sparks flew from the spearheads.

During the exchange, the warhorses galloped wildly. After one move, the two sides switched positions and turned their horses around again.

The two sides were evenly matched, and it would be difficult to determine a winner in one blow. Logically speaking, Torahei's soldiers would exhaust their stamina faster and be more likely to be defeated.

Now, the situation is exactly the opposite. Ryubei and his men have used almost all of their muscles, and now they have sore backs, cramped thighs, while Toroubei and his men, with the help of the stirrups, have only used half their strength and their arms are a little numb.

Enraged, Ryubei launched another attack, but unfortunately, his entire body was trembling and his spear was shaking.

After the previous charge, Tiger Guard and his men were overjoyed, feeling as if they had inexhaustible strength, and continued to fight back with their spears in hand.

After five consecutive charges, Ryubei and his men were panting heavily, their bodies weak, and they even found it difficult to hold their spears.

In contrast, Torahei and his companions were full of energy, and as if they were just warming up, they immediately launched an even more ferocious attack.

Clang clang clang!

In a flash, the spears clashed repeatedly. Ryubei and his men not only lost control of their spears, but their bodies also swayed wildly from side to side on their warhorses, finally falling to the ground in a sorry state, losing the match.

"Ryubei was defeated?"

The thousands of soldiers watching were dumbfounded, and some even suspected that Lin Ping had cheated.

However, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lin Ping had no chance to cheat, and Ryubei also performed at his usual level. It was just that the Tiger Guard and the others had improved too quickly.

"We won! We, Kobei, won!"

The other half of the onlookers cheered excitedly, almost rushing forward to lift those people high into the air.

Pang Xingji gritted his teeth in anger, his already dark complexion turning even more unsightly.

He lacked Jiang Yunying's discerning eye and failed to see that the small stirrups were the culprit. He mistakenly believed that his men had exhausted too much energy by mounting their horses early.

"Brother Pang, it seems that Tiger Guard won."

Lin Ping said it casually, but his smug look was really annoying.

"ah!"

Without saying a word, Pang Xingji charged out with his spear, and with a light leap, his seemingly clumsy body landed squarely on the back of a horse.

"Is this guy crazy?"

Seeing Pang Xingji personally attack Hu Bingwei and his men, Lin Ping was filled with panic.

Not to mention that these people have already exhausted a lot of energy, even at their peak, they might not be a match for Pang Xingji.

"Come back quickly!"

Jiang Yunying angrily rebuked him. She despised Pang Xingji's behavior. If you lose, you lose. It is the way of a real man to boldly admit defeat. How can you succeed with such a narrow mind?

However, Jiang Yunying was too late; Pang Xingji had already arrived in front of them on his warhorse.

These men thought they had won the match and were preparing to dismount and celebrate when Pang Xingji pulled this stunt, causing them to hastily raise their spears to defend themselves.

Pang Xingji truly lived up to his reputation as one of the best captains. He could maintain his balance simply by gripping the saddle with his legs, and with a swift and powerful sweep of his spear, he knocked down all ten spears.

"Hahaha... that damned Kobei, still so pathetic!"

Pang Xingji, riding on horseback, laughed loudly and immediately cast a disdainful glance at Lin Ping.

"Damn it, don't think I'm easy to bully!"

Lin Ping immediately turned the beam of his right eye to its strongest setting and stared intently at Pang Xingji.

The intense rays were enough to make people feel disoriented, not to mention Lin Ping's sharp gaze was somewhat frightening. Pang Xingji stood there blankly, completely unaware of the attacks from Hu Bingwei and the others.

"Seniors can be killed, but not humiliated!"

The soldier closest to Pang Xingji wielded a saber in both hands and slashed at Pang Xingji with all his might.

The force of that strike was considerable, but it was probably insufficient to deal with a captain. This man had no intention of defeating his opponent with it; he was only thinking of fighting for honor and that he must not allow Pang Xingji to tarnish the reputation of the entire Tiger Guard.

However... Pang Xingji, with a dazed look in his eyes, did not resist and let the saber fall on his thigh.

"Oops!"

Lin Ping realized the situation was bad and immediately withdrew the beam.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The sharp saber easily sliced ​​through the flesh on Pang Xingji's thigh, and bright red blood immediately splattered out.