There is not much iron smelted from this coke, that is, it can make more than thirty sets of armor, plus thirty swords, plus a few more swords—the sword is strongly requested by Li Yi and others.

Zhao Guang looked at Li Yiyang and watched with envy as Feng Yong's subordinates sent things up, and then looked at his brother's subordinates who were unwilling to put down things, and felt very strange in his heart, "The subordinates around the younger brother all have armor, why should the elder brother bother so much?" ”

The things on the body of the pro-soldiers have always been the best among the soldiers, because they are the elite on the battlefield and the last protector of the sovereign.

"Yiwen don't want these things," Li Yi's eyes were about to burst into flames, and he leaned over and lowered his voice and said, "These weapons and armor, but my brother used hundreds of lives to die in the furnace, and what I got is one of the best weapons in the world for battle!" ”

At that time, the armor and weapons were released, and everyone thought that they had finally understood Feng Yong's deep meaning - the elder brother used those hundreds of lives to fill it in, and it turned out to be really used for sacrifice.

Didn't Mo Ye, the cadre of the year, also get it like this?

"Is it that powerful?"

Zhao Guang's eyes widened at the panda, he directly took a horse chopping knife, and then drew his saber, and the two exchanged blows, only to hear a "bang" sound, and sparks splashed everywhere.

Zhao Guang looked at the sword carefully and gasped.

I saw a small nail-like notch on the sword, and a gap the size of a grain of rice appeared on the horizontal sword.

This sword was brought by his mother from the adults to defend herself, and it is the beloved thing of the adults.

If the adults knew that they hadn't been on the battlefield yet, they would knock their swords into a big hole first, afraid that they wouldn't kill themselves?

But looking at this knife again, Zhao Guang was so stupid that he almost drooled, only to see him hold the knife tightly in his hand, look at the things in the hands of those subordinates behind Feng Yong, and ask tremblingly, "Brother, these things are for the younger brother?" ”

"It's not for you, it's for you and Zishi."

What about dozens of sets of armor, you are going to crush yourself?

Seeing that Zhao Guang was reluctant to speak again, Feng Yong directly blocked his mouth, "Don't worry, the things you and Zishi have been created by me, and they are even better than these." ”

The saber in Zhao Guang's hand was useless, but fortunately, Li Yi and the others strongly asked Feng Yong to build a saber for them, so Zhao Guang and Wang Xun were naturally indispensable.

Seeing that Zhao Guang was about to put on the armor specially made for himself on the spot, Feng Yong hurriedly stopped, "What's the hurry?" Wear it when you go to the battlefield, aren't you tired and panicked? ”

"Tired, tired, tired? My little brother will wear it to sleep tonight! ”

Zhao Guang didn't care about letting the subordinates give him armor on the official road, and he was not ashamed, and after listening to Feng Yong's words, he replied with a stupid face.

Looking at his expression of touching the cold piece of iron on his body, it was as gentle as touching the skin of his beloved girl, and it seemed that he was not going to take it off for the time being.

Zhao Guang was about to go to the battlefield, Feng Yong couldn't say anything, but seeing that everyone in his trilogy didn't want to let go, he was angry at the moment, and scolded, "Okay, look at your depressed appearance!" ”

"What's not to do with this little thing? I'll build two sets for each of you in the future! One set for you to wear during the day, and one set for you to wear at night, you won't be tired! ”

"Brother is right! I think this kind of sharp weapon protective gear, the whole big man is someone who can create it, and it's good to be tired to get three or five sets! Who has the ability of a brother to come up with dozens of sets at once? ”

Zhao Guang put on his armor and carried a horse chopping knife in his hand, and he had a kind of eagerness to try to cut himself with a weapon, and when he heard Feng Yong's words, he hurriedly patted his ass.

It's just that this sycophant shot is a bit counterproductive, making the face of the subordinate behind Feng Yong show an extremely painful expression.

Before Feng Yong could speak, he heard someone next to him sigh, "What kind of sharp weapon protective gear did the little baby say, it is so mysterious?" ”

The southern expedition is imminent, and there are people like Feng Yong and others who send relatives and friends to the south on the official road, and there are not a few people coming and going.

It is rare to wear armor on the official road like Zhao Guang, so it is a bit eye-catching, and now when I hear him blow like this, someone interjects and asks.

Feng Yong and the others turned their heads to look, only to see a middle-aged man with a beard on the side of the road, looking at the horse chopping knife that had not yet been sheathed in his hand by the tribulation with a glow in his eyes.

"It's ...... Chopping knife? How can you have so many swords in your hands? ”

The middle-aged man walked over regardless of it, and his eyes only looked at the knife in Zhao Guang's hand.

The sword can cut off the head of a horse, and it is recognized as a sharp weapon.

But there are very few people who can make a horse chopping knife.

The first is that the craftsmanship of the craftsmen is very high, and the second point is that the quality of iron is extremely high, so high that even in the heyday of the Han Dynasty, the output is extremely low.

What's more, in the era of war, even if someone who can chop a horse with a sword in his hand is not a general, he is the most elite soldier, and the number is very small.

It's just that before the middle-aged man walked to the side of a few people, he was directly blocked out by the surrounding parts, and even pressed his hand on the handle of the knife, just seeing that the man was slightly wrong, he was going to drink human blood with a knife.

The man was blocked, and then he realized that something was wrong. If you change someone else, you must have to apologize, but he is dissatisfied, "A few little babies, how are you so stingy, I just want to see, and it's not to rob your things!" ”

"What a big breath, you dare to try it?"

Zhao Guang got a good baby, his heart was happy, and he didn't care about the tone of the middle-aged man, patted the saber on his body, and said with a smile.

The middle-aged man glanced at the knife in his hand, with a look of disdain on his face, "Just this knife in your hand, if I have a good fine iron, I can also fight it." ”

"If you have good iron, you can naturally make it, but do you have good iron?"

Zhao Guang laughed and pointed to the knives and armor, "Do you know how much good iron it takes to build such a thing?" ”

The middle-aged man looked at the armor again, and his eyes straightened.

"I know you guys!" The middle-aged man didn't care about Zhao Guang, his eyes swept back and forth between several people, "Who is Feng Mingwen?" Did he take out these things? ”

Feng Yong looked at the middle-aged man, although he was unkempt, but the clothes on his body were not bad, and seeing him standing in front of a few of his own people who were obviously not low, there was no discomfort, and it seemed that he was also a person with status.

Immediately, he bowed and said, "Dare to ask who the honorable driver is?" ”

"You are Feng Mingwen?" The middle-aged man didn't answer Feng Yong's words, looked up and down through the part, and then said, "It looks like it's eye-catching, and it doesn't match the reputation!" How can there be a little bit of Jia Wenhe's poison appearance? ”