"Wow!"

As soon as these words came out, the children in the reserve camp all exploded, they had only used some unedged and broken weapons in the previous training, and the arsenal had never entered, and now they had to have their own weapons, where did a group of children still hold on.

Wei Jiaotou was a little embarrassed to stand on the high platform, the performance of this group of children and the sergeants beside him can be described as one heaven and one underground, how can he be called This sect leader can still stand up to his waist.

"Stop arguing! When you are calling, go to the room and burn the fire stick! ”

Suddenly, the sound in the school yard disappeared.

Wei Jiaotou cleared his throat: "Okay, let's go!" ”

With a "bang", the audience was chaotic again, and a group of children rushed straight towards the arsenal like wild horses on the loose.

"Hahaha" The fat old man couldn't hold back anymore when he saw this scene, and laughed out loud: "Xiao Wei, Xiao Wei, it's really difficult for you to manage such a large group of wild monkeys!" ”

Wei Jiaotou's beard stood up happily, but he was helpless.

Nan Ke's thin figure has become a good thing at this moment, and with "Swimming Snake" he walked all the way through the crowd, far ahead, and went straight to the arsenal.

The fat old man's squinted eyes showed a glint, "Good body style, it should be taught by Wanyan's girl, but it's still a little rusty, as for her stupid son......" The fat old man's eyes looked at Han Gexiao, and at this time, Han Gexiao used the four corners together, speeding like a beast.

The fat old man frowned: "It's probably a thaumaturgy like a beast imitation in the Western Regions, tsk, the things that those people have made up are really not elegant, but it's just right for this kid." ”

Nan Ke ran very fast, at this time any pain has been forgotten, I saw the black door of the arsenal from a distance, in front of the door sat a young man in a long shirt with his hair tied up, a small table in front of him, there were four treasures of the study, Nan Ke recognized him, as if he was the head of a certain preparatory camp in front of him, and preferred to wear the clothes of the Southern Dynasty.

Nan Ke stepped into the arsenal, and the man in the long shirt said loudly: "First! Then he lifted a brush, absorbed the ink and didn't know what to write, and suddenly raised his eyelids: "The latecomers stop, one by one!" ”

Although the second place was also twelve years old, he was a tiger's back, and he was much taller than some adults, and the scholar who looked a little weak could not scare him, and pretended not to hear it and was about to rush in.

I saw that the young man shook the brush in his hand, and two or three points of ink splattered out from the tip of the pen, covering his eyes. The scholar's face did not change: "You are the last!" ”

Later, when people saw this scene, they didn't dare to break in again, and honestly lined up.

At this time, Nan Ke didn't know, and he didn't have the heart to care about the noise outside the door, and the bright weapons in his eyes had already made him dizzy.

The aisles of the arsenal are narrow, and on either side of the aisles are two rows of birch weapon racks, in which all kinds of weapons are placed.

Nan Ke raised a spear, looked at the body of the spear that was two long to him, and shook his head: "No, it's too long, so it's not easy." ”

Then, there was a two-handed copper hammer that could not be lifted, and a double-edged axe that could not be wielded, and Nan Ke's enthusiasm had already lost a small half, and there were few things he could use in this huge warehouse.

It is no wonder that most of the people in the Northern Regions, whether male or female, are tall and large, and most of the men in the military camp are rugged, and everyone likes to break through the law with a strong weapon.

Nan Ke's eyes suddenly lit up, and a three-foot sword hung on the wall behind a Pu knife.

The people of the Northern Regions rarely use double-edged swords, even if they use swords, they mostly make two-handed swords, and the three-foot sword is too small for the people of the Northern Regions, and the martial arts style of the Northern Regions is mainly based on large opening and closing, and the sword moves are too varied and too complicated, so few people in the Northern Regions use swords.

Nan Ke stepped on the weapon rack, stood on tiptoe and barely took off the sword, the wooden scabbard, I don't know what kind of wood it is, the sword body is black, it does not flash copper and iron luster, but it seems to be made of black mud, I can't see any material, the blade is not too sharp, Nan Ke knows that this is by no means an iron blade. The sword is engraved with two Southern Dynasty characters - separation.

"Broken Sword?" Nan Ke muttered to himself.

I tried the weight in my hand, but it was just right, the length was a little long for Nan Cao, but it didn't matter, and I liked the sword in my hand very much.

"That's you!"

Nan Ke carried his sword and walked out of the arsenal.

"Huh?" The young scholar at the door was drawing on rice paper, and he was not surprised to see Nan Cao come out, and it was a good thing not to be dazzled by those various weapons.

The young man was a little surprised when he looked at Nan Ke's sword, but he didn't say anything, nodded, and motioned for the second person to go in.

There were seventy-two people in the entire reserve camp, and it was not slow to choose weapons, and in less than half an hour, everyone was already standing in the school yard and rejoicing at their newly acquired weapons.

Han Gexiao was carrying a Daguan knife that was more than two ends taller than him, and Hu Lu Ji was two small mountain axes.

At this time, it was late at night, and the fat old man waved his hand, and like a military order, the soldiers of the reserve army quickly set up a simple barracks tent.

One of them took out a small beast bone from his armor, and with a "woo" sound, everyone was ready to go to bed.

At this time, the young man also came to the school grounds, and the fat old man asked, "Is that little thin man holding the sword that was left before?" ”

The young man arched his hand and said: "Hui Ma Lao, it is the great swordsman Zheng Zishan of the Southern Dynasty who came to my northern region a few years ago to ask for a meteorite from outside the sky to cast the leftover material of his famous sword...... The material is a good material, but the craftsmanship of the casting master is a little poor, and it is just a leftover, and I don't pay much attention to it, but I just build it randomly. ”

The fat old man wiped the grease stains on his mouth with his sleeve and nodded, and said no more.

Nan Ke and the soldiers who had formed a group with him were lying in the tent, and before they could speak, the snoring of the soldiers could be heard.

Nan Ke looked at the soldiers around him who were sleeping and did not remove their armor, and couldn't help but admire a little in his heart, admiring the tens of thousands of soldiers in the vast northern region, even if they had just joined the reserve army, they were so disciplined.

Nan Ke secretly made up his mind, hugged the broken sword and fell asleep.