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

"This knife... is really ugly."

The blacksmith grimaced as he drew; he didn't even think it was a knife.

The sword has existed for thousands of years and can be considered the beginning of the era of cold weapons. Throughout history, swords have been improved. The Embroidered Spring Sword carried by the Embroidered Uniform Guard is the best example. It is not only as thin as a willow leaf and as curved as a crescent moon, but it is also steeled, making it the sharpest of all swords.

However, the so-called knife that Lin Ping drew was not only incredibly ugly, but it was also curved downwards.

Are you sure this won't cut your crotch when you wear it around your waist?

"Bring the weapons over first thing tomorrow morning." After the blacksmith put down his pen, Lin Ping said softly, then turned his gaze to the thousands of plump lambs and said, "Now, let's... rest!"

"Rest?" Tens of thousands of soldiers stared at Lin Ping suspiciously, feeling that there was something strange about his idea of ​​rest.

To convince everyone of his words, Lin Ping was the first to lie down on the ground, but he supported himself with his elbows and toes, keeping his body straight, which was obviously a grueling plank position.

"Really lying down? That's easy!" The soldiers muttered to themselves, but still began to imitate the movement in a serious manner, clearly thinking it was a simple action.

As everyone else bent down, Lin Ping stood up alone, a strange smile on his lips, and shouted, "Those who keep their bodies pressed to the ground for the duration of an incense stick will be punished with love."

The sight of this "punishment of love" sent a chill down everyone's spine. They simply couldn't believe that the ruthless and vicious Prince Consort could have any love.

No one panicked. After all, the time it takes for an incense stick to burn is very short, and they could just grit their teeth and get through it.

"Sigh..." Lin Ping shook his head helplessly and said, "Young people don't know how fragile their waists are; after the flat exercise, they only shed tears in vain."

One incense stick's time is equivalent to five minutes. Even though Lin Ping had practiced for a while, he could only last for two minutes.

Even if these private soldiers are in excellent physical condition, they cannot last five minutes if they have never received this kind of training.

The situation is not entirely like that; perhaps out of these 10,000 people, a hundred or two might persevere despite the risk of a broken back.

Sure enough, a minute later, the soldier's expression began to change. He suddenly felt a heavy weight pressing down on his back, and the weight was increasing rapidly.

Nearly half a minute later, most of the private soldiers began to sweat, and their bodies began to tremble. They all suspected that Lin Ping had used sorcery, otherwise how could they not even be able to withstand it?

Two minutes had passed when someone finally collapsed to the ground, unable to hold on any longer, quietly awaiting Lin Ping's fate.

After three minutes, half of the private army had fallen to the ground, and the time limit was finally reached.

Three minutes later, even the better-fit private soldiers began to collapse one after another. Those who were still persevering were gritting their teeth and shaking their legs.

Four minutes later, eight or nine out of ten thousand private soldiers had collapsed, leaving less than a thousand struggling to hold on, with beads of sweat the size of soybeans constantly falling to the ground.

"Husband, what kind of sorcery did you use on them? Why were so few of them able to last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn?" Jiang Yunying asked curiously, even with a hint of despair.

If Lin Ping hadn't used his sorcery, these private armies would have been utterly weak; how could they possibly fight against the mountain city?

"It's not that I used magic, but that my wife is too strict with them. From now on, let them go home every seven days, and I guarantee they'll be able to last for a quarter of an hour." Lin Ping smiled mysteriously, not forgetting to glance at the waists of the group, which had been neglected by training.

Jiang Yunying's pretty face flushed red instantly. She was really afraid that Lin Ping also wanted to practice with her, and even imagined all sorts of inappropriate scenes for children.

"Black Tiger...wait, where's the heart?" Just as Jiang Yunying was about to unleash her ultimate move, Lin Ping had already run away and begun his "loving punishment" on most of the private army.

After an incense stick had burned, only eighty people were able to persevere; the vast majority had to accept punishment.

As Lin Ping said, this punishment was indeed loving; it was just about squatting on the ground with your hands behind your back and jumping around the training ground. Who knew that this frog jump was not easy?

After leading the jump twice, Lin Ping returned to Jiang Yunying's side; he didn't want to be bedridden the next day.

"Brother Pang, I have a few other training methods here. Let's use them later too," Lin Ping said seriously.

Pang Xingji listened patiently, occasionally making notes on the sand with a small twig, trying to understand the key points of the movements.

"The Prince Consort's training methods are not only novel, but also effective. All the brothers who have used them say they are great!" Pang Xingji bowed and scraped, his obsequious manner making Lin Ping feel completely comfortable.

This statement works in the Wu Kingdom, but if it were in modern times, it would probably get you arrested as a fake medicine seller.

"Alright, stop licking. Make sure you remember these training methods." Lin Ping's expression turned serious, and he became very earnest.

Pang Xingji was extremely focused, staring intently at Lin Ping with his wide, unblinking eyes, afraid of missing any detail.

"Other training methods include: high knees, pull-ups, weighted running, the eighth set of broadcast gymnastics..." Lin Ping stood with his hands behind his back and his chest puffed out, looking like he was doing the work of saving all living beings.

“This eighth set of broadcast gymnastics…” Pang Xingji scratched his head, of course not understanding this profound training method.

After a full day of training, Lin Ping was exhausted and went straight to sleep after returning home, not caring whether Jiang Yunying offered him any "love benefits".

The next morning, Lin Ping slid off Jiang Yunying's back and anxiously searched for the blacksmith, finally finding two strangely shaped weapons.

Lin Ping, wielding his spear, excitedly brandished it a couple of times, causing dozens of people around him to retreat a hundred meters in fright. The sharp spearhead might pierce someone's chest at any moment. As the saying goes, "When Master Ping wields his spear, he even injures himself."

"Bring me the best fish scale armor!" Lin Ping said on a whim, having no doubt about the power of the military dagger.

Pang Xingji understood Lin Ping's meaning, so he covered the wooden stake with fish scale armor and waited for Lin Ping to exert his strength.

Fish scale armor is currently the most durable armor. It is difficult to cut through with ordinary swords and blades, and even spears and lances have some difficulty cutting through it. With Lin Ping's small body that can be blown over by the wind, it is impossible for him to pierce through the fish scale armor.

"Drink!" Lin Ping suddenly exerted his strength, striking the fish-scale armor's chest area, which was also the area with the most and strongest armor plates.

With a "crack," the armor plate shattered, leaving a hole, and even the wooden stake was nearly pierced through.

Pang Xingji, his hands supporting his chin, nearly popped his eyes out. He hurriedly snatched the spear and tried it himself, managing to pierce the wooden stake through it and even create a hole in the back of the fish-scale armor.

Except for Jiang Yunying, everyone's mouths were wide enough to fit their fists. They all stared in astonishment at the shattered fish scale armor, wishing they could immediately demand a new type of spear.

Jiang Yunying was equally astonished, but she tried to calm herself down and said happily to the blacksmith, "At all costs, we must forge tens of thousands of new spears within a month!"

The new-style spear is no less effective than a stirrup. If every private soldier had one, they could completely ignore the enemy's hard armor, increasing their combat power by more than double. No wonder Jiang Yunying spared no expense to produce 10,000 spears.