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At the end of the discussion, Fang Yan and Matsudaira Motoyasu left the separate hidden room and went outside, ready to go to the blacksmith workshop located on the outskirts of Mikawa Castle.

On the way, Matsudaira Motoyasu, who had been silent, suddenly said: "I didn't expect you to be such a terrible man." ”

"But it doesn't do you any harm, does it?" The dialect said bluntly.

"That's true." After thinking about it seriously, Matsudaira nodded a little reluctantly and admitted.

The corners of Fang Yan's mouth smiled slightly, and then his tone became a little respectful, and he said politely: "At Yiyuan, thank you for speaking for me." ”

"Speaking for you? Don't get me wrong, it's just that this kind of approach doesn't do me or Lord Yiyuan any harm. ”

Matsudaira Motoyasu shook her head, her attitude was still lukewarm in the dialect, and then she was silent for a moment, and then said: "Besides, if the Matsudaira family can be independent in Mikawa in the future, it will be thanks to what you said to Lord Yoshimoto before, and I will just repay the favor." ”

Is this a tsundere? Are the Imagawa family all tsundere? The dialect is full of black lines, whether it is Hattori Hanzo or Matsudaira Motoyasu, or Imagawa Yoshimoto, they all have the habit of being upright.

"It's ......," Matsudaira Motoyasu said lightly.

The blacksmith's workshop lives up to its name, and the sound of striking iron can be heard a hundred meters away, and if it weren't for the fact that it was far from the residential area, I am afraid that this alone would have been the cause of the riots of those dormant creatures.

It's just that after coming to the blacksmith's workshop, the dialect was very sluggish, and he looked at the so-called blacksmith workshop in a daze, and countless grass and mud horses ran wildly in his heart.

'What kind of blacksmith's shop, this is a refugee area, right?!' ’

That's right, the scene in front of me is not a stone pillar building, but a haphazard building made of wooden planks, and if it weren't for the square shape of the wooden plank, no one would be surprised if it was called an open space.

Although Imagawa's family was powerful and had a number of highly skilled craftsmen, most of the time, these guys worked with hammers, and most of the products were agricultural tools rather than battlefield equipment.

The real samurai equipment builder is also so poor that it jingles, after all, it is ancient, agriculture-based, the profession of blacksmith is not popular, and the vast majority of soldiers on the battlefield are also "**" into battle, holding sharpened bamboo guns, and only the squad leaders who can really wear armor and katana are the captains and the like.

As for long-range weapons, Warring States Japan generally has a low understanding of bows, and the production technology is not strong, and it is very reluctant to even shoot through wooden armor, not to mention thinking about mass production battles, and the advent of the iron cannon era has also hindered the development of that aspect.

Therefore, at that time, there was also a saying that was recognized by the public: one cannon topped with three knives, and one knife topped with three arrows.

"It's miserable." Fang Yan still couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"This is just a temporary warehouse, and although the Imagawa family has also purchased a lot of arquebuses, the Imagawa family, who value the spirit of traditional bushido, rarely use such long-range weapons, and the iron artillery team is pitiful." Matsudaira Motoyasu explained.

"I see." Fang Yan nodded thoughtfully, and then smiled: "It means that these abandoned treasures belong to me?" ”

"Let's do it." Matsudaira Motoyasu nodded nondeniably.

The two of them walked through the dilapidated gatehouse and entered, where bundles of arquebuses appeared in front of the dialect, also piled up like garbage in the corners, covered in dust.

The number is quite a lot, but it can ...... It's the same sense of immediacy as throwing out the garbage.

"Does this thing still work?" Fang Yan frowned and asked.

"If it's cleaned up properly, I don't think there should be a problem." Matsudaira Motoyasu said with a wry smile, I am afraid that the only one who can pile such a valuable thing into garbage is the Imagawa family.

Fang Yan untied the arquebuses trapped with ropes and took out one of them, and the attribute panel quickly appeared in front of his eyes.

Old-fashioned arquebus: special scene props, no equipment requirements, shooting needs to be prepared for five seconds ago, 80% of ordinary soldiers are killed with one shot, 30% of elite captains, cannot be used on elite boss and above plot characters (general), durability 20/20, can not be brought out of this scene.

"Forget it, send a few people to help me transport it." Fang Yan said helplessly.

"Okay." Matsudaira Motoyasu nodded in agreement.

It seems that he is really repaying the favor, and with the help of Matsudaira Ieyasu, Fang Yan easily took these arquebuses away and transported them back to the small village of Kawanami.

After the counting, Fang Yan was also quite surprised, the number of arquebuses was astonishingly more than five hundred and thirty, and the ammunition was also very abundant, enough to shoot dozens of times for each weapon.

This kind of willfulness of buying and putting aside, I'm afraid that only a big country in the East China Sea Province, like the Imagawa family, which is rich and strong, can have this kind of excess financial revenue to pay, probably just to satisfy the curiosity of the guy in Shimoto and play a deterrent role.

Although Oda Nobuna's ambition was not good at military affairs, he had quite a lot of means in the economic and political fields, and with the help of a tolerant heart, he governed his territory quite well and was loved by the people.

On the way back, Fang Yan still rode the dilapidated carriage, only took a dozen arquebuses and some ammunition, ready to let the Kawakawa and other guys practice their hands, and now that time is pressing, it is uncertain when the Imagawa family will send things over.

However, at this time, the Beesuka Goemon Gate, who had been hiding with the clever stealth method, suddenly appeared in the carriage, which made Fang Yan's heart slightly surprised.

"Goemon, are you tired?" Tongues cared about the Tao.

"It's not." Wasuka Goemon shook his head, his face didn't know whether to be relieved or gloomy, his eyes showed a different look, and he sighed: "It's just that I didn't expect that Lord Dialect you are so powerful, not only can you talk to the number one daimyo of Tokaido without changing your face, but you can also make the other party grieved." ”

"Awesome? Not really. Fang Yan smiled, shook his head self-deprecatingly, and took advantage of the fact that there was no longer the group of crazy lolitas on the left and right, and without hesitation, he touched the other party's head with a hand, making the other party red, and then slowly explained.

"Compared to being put on the neck with a knife by someone else, talking to a mere daimyo seems a little insignificant, right?"

"Being stabbed (in) the neck? Fang Fang, Lord Fang Yan, what are you talking about? I don't understand it...... "Beesuka Goemon became stammering.

"If you don't understand, you'll be right."

Fang Yan's smile became brighter.,Sure enough, listening to Goemon eating screws is a kind of enjoyment.,Directly forcibly hugged the other party.,Press it in your arms and keep rubbing.,Although the royal sister is also good.,But Lori or something.,It's still the cutest.,The most loving.。

"Fang Fang Yan, don't hug me so tightly, I'm going to die!" Wasuka Goemon screamed and resisted, trying to escape from Dialect's arms, but it was unsuccessful, and the farce continued until the foot of the mountain, where Dialect refused to give up.

In the days that followed, while training the Kawanami people on the speed of shooting and loading ammunition, he talked about refining the felled wood, sharpening the front end, tying it with ropes, and forming accessories that could be cast into barbs of stakes that could block the advance of men and horses, and the money earned was also used to hire the wandering ronin and wild samurai, temporarily filling the quality and quantity of the number of people, and buying food and grass, ready to fight at any time.

Before, because it was just money, those ronin samurai were still reserved, but when the dialect was released, those guys instantly became honest after knowing that it was the Imagawa family's Zhao'an, I really don't know what to think, a few people don't even want money, for that righteousness, it seems that the spirit of bushido is the pillar that supports their survival, not material food.

During the training, the dialect also followed the training, after all, now that there is a shortage of manpower, it is naturally a combat power to have an extra combat power, and at this moment, a very interesting thing happened.

The normal use of an arquebus requires at least eight steps, from cleaning the primer hole and primer pot, pouring the primer, pouring the propellant, loading the projectile, igniting the arquebus, and finally firing, which consumes time, even for a skilled iron gunner, and the interval between shots is at least ten seconds.

But Fang Yan is not a plot character, he abides by the rules of weapons when using the arquebus, although it is not a god speed, but the unhurried, fluent reloading speed makes everyone feel surprised, marveling at the talent of the other party, Fang Yan can only smile bitterly at this, explaining that this is because he has used it.

Time also passed slowly during this training period.