When the dog walks, it walks with its head drooping.

He ran almost out of strength, but it was still much slower than the time requested by Changsun Hong, which naturally made Changsun Hong naturally refuse his request to be a soldier.

The dog was not convinced, and he stalked his neck and said that the requirements were too high, and no one could reach them.

Changsun Hong didn't say anything, casually called over two brute soldiers, pointed to the school field, and said four words: "Run twenty laps." ”

The two brutes didn't ask anything, stood with their feet together and replied loudly, "Yes!" I turned around and went to run laps.

The dog sat paralyzed on the ground, watching the two brute soldiers run around the school yard like hot wheels, and when he was about halfway through, he understood that these two brute soldiers could definitely run twenty laps within the allotted time.

He obeyed, because the two brutes were still wearing leather armor, and he was in cloth, which was much easier.

So he left dejectedly, and before leaving, he said cruelly like a child who lost a fight: "In another half a year, I'll try it again." ”

The eldest grandson Hong agreed with a smile and watched him leave the school.

When the dog walked away, Changsun Hong's face became serious, he looked at Jiulong Angde, and picked up a simple knife leaning on the weapon rack: "Angde, come, let's practice." ”

Jiulong Angde pulled out the long knife on his waist in response, his knife is different from the Pu knife, the blade is narrow and long, the blade is sharp, the back of the knife is slightly curved, the handle is very long and can be held with both hands, there are two deep blood grooves on both sides, the whole knife is faintly glowing with blue light, and the texture of the circle is looming, and it is an extremely powerful weapon at a glance.

This is Shimenfan's very famous specialty--- dragon pattern knife, the blade is extremely sharp, although the blade is thin but full of toughness, it is not easy to break the opening, it is a high-grade sword recommended by many connoisseurs who know the goods.

The barbarian region, being able to create such a good sword, of course, has a lot to do with the local environment here. In ancient times, forging cold weapons often took measures according to local conditions, so coal was used in the north, carbon was used in the south, and in the process of melting iron ore into molten iron, the temperature was very important, which could determine the fineness of the smelted iron, simply put, whether the carbon content in the iron was up to standard and the amount of impurities.

The precise control of carbon content and the removal of impurities are inseparable from high temperature, and the comparison of high and low combustion temperatures, the coal in the north is naturally not worth the carbon in the south, so the overall color of the steel in the south is better than that in the north, and Shimenfan has iron ore and wood, and the conditions for smelting high-quality steel are met.

What is missing is technology.

Although Changsun Hong does not know how to smelt, he knows that after the wood becomes charcoal, the heat emitted by combustion is far greater than that of wood and coal, so he communicated with the blacksmiths for a while, and Shimenfan took the lead in using charcoal blast furnace iron smelting.

After the blast furnace fuel was changed, the temperature really increased a lot, and those who knew about it couldn't help but praise and praise it, and Mr. Sun, the governor of the metropolitan province, was really well-informed.

Changsun Hong came up with a fresh idea, and he asked the blacksmiths, can they use molds to forge knives?

The blacksmiths heard for the first time, and they were at a loss, so Changsun Hong compared and explained it, in fact, it was very simple, that is, the molten iron was poured into the knife-shaped mold, and the huge iron was repeatedly beaten with manpower or water, which was faster and more labor-saving than simply using people to forge with a hammer, and the effect was surprisingly good.

The blacksmiths pondered it, and they were suddenly shocked, how could we not have thought of this method before?

They looked at Changsun Hong's gaze, and became more and more respectful, this Mr. Changsun must be the stars in the sky, otherwise how could he know so much?

Of course, Changsun Hong wouldn't tell them, but it was from the Nature Discovery Channel.

So a large number of dragon knives were manufactured like an assembly line, equipped with every Shimen Fan barbarian, the knife is of high quality, engraved with an inscription number, with the name and number of the craftsman, when issued to the barbarian soldiers, the number will be registered, once lost, it will be beaten.

Every brute soldier cherishes and is very proud, and the dragon pattern knife Shimen Fan never sells out, only equips his own soldiers. The eldest grandson Hong told them that the sword was given to the martyrs, and the sword was in the people, and the sword was the soul of the soldier.

Just like this knife in the hand of Kowloon Onde, he has been with him for five years, and it has been well maintained, and he has cut countless heads, but he has never blunt.

The whole knife was shining with cold light, holding it in his hand, taking a posture, and a breath of air rushed towards him.

The eldest grandson Hong praised and raised his sword to cut it head-on.

The knife is like Mount Tai pressing on the top, moving forward, people leap forward with the knife, and the figure is wrapped in the shadow of the knife, turning into a ball of light, slashing towards Kowloon Angde.

At that moment, Kowloon Onde's pupils were full of the shadow of a knife, and he couldn't see Changsun Hong, only the knife.

With this move, it can be seen that in the past ten years, Changsun Hong has grown up with his age, in addition to experience, there are also knife skills.

Like fighting boxing, his knife technique focuses on speed and strength, with the purpose of cutting people, if you don't shoot, you can shoot like a dragon going straight to the sea, there is no false trick to lure, the tricks are real, the knife is like a thunderbolt, and the lightning and flint are in front of you.

Jiulong was calm, a mistake under his feet, his hands were forced, the long knife drew an arc from the bottom to the top, did not dodge or dodge, and faced the knife of Changsun Hong with a hard touch, twisted his waist and met it.

"Whew!"

Sparks splashed everywhere, and the two were like two stones colliding together, instantly intersecting and parting.

"Good time!" The eldest grandson Hong kicked the ground with one foot, jumped up like a spring, and the Pu knife was cut into a gap, but he didn't care, the blade was slaughtered, and the wind slashed at Jiulong's chest.

Nine Dragons Onde's knife didn't do anything at all, the snow was still cold, he erected the knife as a stick, and took the knife again.

Another crisp and loud "Boom!" The whole school can be heard.

The two of them are like two blacksmiths, stepping on the step point, slashing left and right, the knives are all hard, the attack and defense are converted, the sound of "bell bell bell" is endless, the speed is fast, the fight is only two or three breaths of kung fu, but the intersection of gold and iron slashed dozens of knives.

When the two separated again with a loud noise, the two of them each took a few steps back, and actually returned to the position where the two of them were standing.

Both of them were panting, their faces were red, and there were faint beads of sweat on their foreheads, although the battle was short, they used all their strength.

The simple knife in the hand of the eldest grandson Hong was already missing and rotten like a chainsaw, and countless collapses hung on the blade, and it was already useless.

And Kowloon's knife has nothing, the blade is still sharp, and the eyes are bright and piercing.

Changsun Hong looked at Jiulong's knife, and then looked at his own, threw the knife to the ground, shook his head and said: "The knife is still good in Shimenfan, and Dali's knife is not suitable for use." ”

Jiulong Angde shook his somewhat sour arm and said with a smile: "Yes, if it weren't for the knife, I would have been embarrassed by Mr. ”

Eldest Sun Hong squinted at him: "You don't seem to be doing your best?" ”

The honest Jiulong Angde smiled and said nothing, and sat down with the words of the eldest grandson.

Changsun Hong knew the temperament of this subordinate, and also smiled, and said: "Since we still have the strength, why don't we go to practice again, well, the team over there is practicing spear assassination and shield protection, let's go, let's go too!" ”

Kowloon Onde frowned: "Mr. Jin Gui, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to train with the barbarians." ”

The eldest grandson Hong grinned at the corners of his mouth and walked away without looking back: "Are you coming?" ”

Kowloon had no choice but to follow.

On the school field, a team of brute soldiers practiced under the bright sun, raising countless smoke and dust, and the elite soldiers of Shimenfan were trained in this way.

(End of chapter)