Chen Xuan patted Tie Zhu's shoulder and stabilized his trembling legs.

"Brother Xuan, you are a person with great skills, much more powerful than me."

Tie Zhu grinned and admired sincerely, and even the previous title had changed.

Chen Xuan untied the ten copper coins from his waist and gave them to the iron pillar, who suddenly felt sincerely frightened.

"Brother Xuan, why are you doing this?"

"This ten yuan of money, you take it to your brother Tiedan, and make a good pair of armor for him."

Now that the treasury of the Daning Dynasty is empty, and there are frequent wars, the military camp has long been stretched.

Some of the daily necessities of clothing and herbs for healing injuries are far from enough.

Especially the armor!

The Daning Dynasty implemented a government and military system, combining farming and warfare.

As long as the people of Daning are over 16 years old, they have to work in agriculture in peacetime, train in agricultural gaps, and be conscripted into the army in times of war.

Chen Xuan's original body had already been trained once just a year ago.

Under this system, soldiers have to pay for their own armor, and they can also wear the armor issued free of charge by the Daning Imperial Court, but the quality is not satisfactory.

In this era of cold weapons, Chen Xuan knows very well that a good pair of armor can greatly improve the combat ability and life-saving ability of soldiers.

Otherwise, in ancient times, it would not be illegal to have swords, bows, and crossbows, and it would be illegal to possess armor privately.

A pair of private collections, fifty rods!

Possession of three pairs, sentenced to exile!

More than ten pairs, directly ask the autumn queen!

Although these five yuan can't make much good armor, it is still better than the free distribution of the Daning Imperial Court.

Tie Dan is Chen Xuan's eldest brother, and he is also a playmate from childhood to adulthood.

This is also the best effort that Chen Xuan can make to save Tie Dan's life.

"Brother Xuan, this can't be helped."

Tie Zhu is shirking, how can he not want Chen Xuan's ten money.

"If you don't want your brother to die on the battlefield, you'd better accept this ten dollars!"

Chen Xuan said in an unquestioning tone, even with a hint of command.

"Okay."

The circles under Tie Zhu's black face instantly turned red: "I'm going to ask a good blacksmith in the city to make the best armor and send it to my brother." ”

"That's right."

"I hope that after the war in the north is over, our three brothers will still be able to sit under the same roof and drink and go down to the river to fish." Chen Xuan said with emotion.

Town in the Clouds!

Here, it is the northern edge of the Daning Dynasty, and it is also one of the nine-sided military towns!

It seems to be the name of a town, but in fact, it is a large city that combines military and dragon affairs, and the city wall is made of glutinous rice and lime mortar and bricks and stones, which is much stronger than ordinary city walls.

The wall is five feet high, and when viewed from afar, it stands majestically, giving people a sense of shock.

At this time, the smell of blood and pus in the military town was permeated, and it was a bleak scene.

Just yesterday, the northern army in the city had just repelled a menacing attack by the great martial army, although the enemy army was forced to lose their armor and damage more than 10,000, but the northern army also suffered heavy losses.

The corpses of the Northern Army killed in battle were buried on the spot.

Just yesterday, Goudan personally buried a friend from the same village who played from childhood to adulthood.

These who died in battle are not bad.

Those who are seriously injured are the most uncomfortable.

At this time, it was really the height of summer, and the climate in the north of Daning was hot and dry, and the wounds of many wounded were rotten and pus, which could not be healed for a long time in this ancient era with a low level of medical care.

can only die slowly in extreme torture.

"Bury the pot and make rice!"

The chief soldier of Yunzhong Town, Situ Guang, one of the commanders of the Nine Sides, ordered a rebellion.

In a short time, smoke rises.

In the barracks, a soldier of a hundred-man squad was gulping down white rice for pickles and a little pork and mutton.

Tie Dan didn't have much appetite, and stared blankly at the rice in front of him.

"You baby, why don't you eat it? When the time comes, how can you have the strength to fight with Dawu's group of bastards? ”

A rough-looking, fifty-year-old veteran pulled the rice, revealing his big yellow teeth.

"Lao Huang, I'...... No appetite. Iron Egg shook his head.

"People, sooner or later, we will experience life and death, but we stinky hills, we have experienced it early, you recruit have been in it for a long time, and you will naturally get used to it."

Lao Huang chattered endlessly: "I, when I first joined the army, I saw it with my own eyes, and there was an old brother who was laughing the day before, but he died in battle the next day, people, I buried it myself." ”

"That's it!"

Lao Huang pointed to the direction to the east, where there were many small mounds, all of which were soldiers who died in the north of Daning, could not return to the land of Sangzi, were forgotten, and could not leave their names in the history books.

"Drink, it's just that people are old and can't remember clearly, and they are buried in that mound."

"Speaking of which, your baby is much stronger than me, I remember, the first time I saw my comrade-in-arms, the head was cut off by the enemy, the body was chopped into pulp, and when the red and white flowed out of the brain, not to mention that I couldn't eat, I vomited for several days."

As soon as Lao Huang said this, Tie Dan instantly evoked bad memories from a few days ago, and his face turned pale.

Squatted on the ground and threw up directly.

"Hahaha...... It turns out that the stamina is here. ”

Seeing the iron egg that vomited bile, Lao Huang patted him on the back and laughed: "Spit up, if you vomit too much, you will get used to it, and you will be able to eat." ”