lethal arsenal

Chapter 84
On the night of Lan Chengchun's death, there was a lot of commotion.

After all, his subordinates are veterans who have followed the King of England all the way to the east and west. Even if Ma Xinyi interspersed a lot of people from the cottage, it is not enough time to get along with each other.

There was still a mutiny of a group of soldiers, and a rain of blood poured down thirty or forty heads, and the matter gradually subsided.

However, using force to overwhelm people has great hidden dangers.

But I can't care less.

The Battle of Luzhou was not only a dragon ladder to climb to the sky, but also an ax hanging above the heads of the three brothers.

Specifically, whether it is rich, powerful and powerful in this life, or another hero 18 years later, it all depends on these few days.

The pressure on Ma Xinyi's head can be imagined. He didn't have breakfast in the morning, and he started to prepare for the city defense.

Zhang Wenxiang also followed, while Lin Dong stayed at home and made noodles.

Even if Yangchang County was surrounded by an army of [-], as long as there were no powerful firearms among them, Lin Dong would have the confidence to kill seven of them.

With the blessing of peerless force, he and Ma Xinyi have two completely different mentalities.

"How about it, am I good at being the head of the house?"

Susu's voice came from the side of the stove.

This little girl is really amazing. She got up early in the morning before dawn to knead the dough and cut the noodles. She worked hard for more than an hour, because last night, Lin Dong subconsciously muttered that she wanted to eat noodles.

The scallion is white and tender, and the scallion leaves are emerald green. Under the rising sun, they are shining attractively.

Finely chop the shallots, put them in a bowl, put salt and lard, wait for the hot noodles to come out of the pan, pour a spoonful of hot soup on them, and it becomes a top-quality noodle stew.

In the years of war and chaos, having such a bowl of food can only be enjoyed by a general.

Susu's brows and eyes were filled with satisfaction and a smile, and she handed a big bowl of noodles to Lin Dong.

Glancing at her, the sweat on her forehead and face, Lin Dong stretched out his hand to remove it for her before bringing the bowl.

"Hey, go and eat quickly, too."

Lin Dong took the steaming bowl, and the aroma of scallions wafted straight into his nose, and the oily noodle soup shone golden.

He wasn't very hungry at first, but he worked so hard to make a bowl of noodles in the morning, so he had to show his praise to Susu with actions.

He picked up a pinch with his chopsticks, and without blowing a mouthful, he sent it straight to his mouth... He shuddered a few times, his tongue sucked straight, the noodles were white and tender, chewy and elastic, and his mouth was full of the sweetness of wheat.

Meimei had an early meal, and Lin Dong was about to go out.

"Master, where are you going? Do you still have lunch at noon?"

Susu shouted from behind.

Lin Dong looked up at the sky and said, "Don't leave any food for lunch. I'll go to Blacksmith Zhang to get a weapon. I'll eat noodles at night. You can change the toppings and get some beef and mutton to eat. By the way, is the money enough to spend?"

"Aside from buying some rouge and gouache, I don't spend much money on weekdays. Zhao Ergou, I sent two hind legs of big-flowered dogs yesterday. Do you want to use them as toppings? Dog meat noodles, do you want to eat?"

Su Su asked delicately.

"Well, I've eaten dog meat for quite a while, and I'm tired of it. Let's change to something else."

Lin Dong said with disgust.

"How about the mutton?"

Susu asked again.

It's been a long time since I heard a reply. When I looked up, Lin Dong's figure had disappeared from sight.

……

There was a blacksmith named Zhang in the city. He was very young, but his skills were superb. His surname was Zhang and his name was Zhang Feng.

This person is only in his early twenties, and he has two young apprentices in his early twenties, all of his skills are family heirlooms.

The wolf teeth and claws that Lin Dong used were made by him. To be honest, the various weapons and agricultural tools he made are pretty good, but I don’t know if he has taken refuge.

When I walked to the street, I realized that the current situation was very depressed.

The war was imminent, and Ma Xinyi couldn't control the maintenance of law and order. Except for strict entry and exit checks at the gate of the city, the patrols on the street were all dispatched.

At first, the kind of people coming and going, shouting loudly, and all kinds of hawking along the street disappeared.

In the shops around the street, every household closed their doors tightly.

This is still a situation where the war has not started. If the war really starts, I don't know what to do with a good county.

Today, those who have not escaped are either poor, miserable, or have a reason to stay here.

The owner of the blacksmith shop, Zhang Feng, is definitely not the first two, but what is his reason?
When Lin Dong found the blacksmith shop, Zhang Feng was squatting on the threshold of his house, holding a big bowl of Suo Noodles.

"My lord, we are temporarily closed."

Seeing someone walking towards him, Blacksmith Zhang quickly waved his hands and shouted.

"If you don't strike iron, where do you get the money? Do you drink the northwest wind?"

Lin Dong asked with a smile.

Blacksmith Zhang took a bite of the garlic clove in his hand, took another mouthful of noodles, swallowed slowly, and asked, "What kind of weapon do you want to buy? It's too heavy, do you really have any?"

The two have only done business once before, and they have similar temperaments, and they seem familiar and friendly.

"I just have this one requirement, that is, the portion should be enough."

Lin Dong folded his hands and waited for him to eat the noodles, and took a look into the shop, but didn't see the other two guys, thinking that the stove in the iron shop really couldn't be started.

It is not impossible for a craftsman to make weapons.

Small items are not a big problem, but if it is the kind of thing that Lin Dong wants to go up that weighs a hundred catties, he can't wait to get a three-pointed spear that weighs two to three hundred catties.

Normally speaking, a craftsman would not be able to complete that kind of weapon.

The one-legged bronze man's spear was broken, and now Lin Dong was eager to find a replacement.

The weapon is an extension of the general's power, as strong as the turtle spirit general, and it is also equipped with a huge pumpkin hammer.

"The new ones and the old ones are all in the shop. If you want anything, you can go in and have a look... However, I don't think there is any suitable weapon for you. It has been about ten days since the last time you came to my place."

"But these days, there are not many new weapons, and the squires in the city picked some of them. Now, the quality of the remaining ones must be good. However, most of the weapons of the Qimen, general swords, good-looking, have been picked away."

Blacksmith Zhang said so.

"Okay, let me take a look first."

Lin Dong strode into the blacksmith shop.

In broad daylight, an oil lamp was lit in the corner of the room, which could add a little more bright color to these weapons.

There are some swords, guns and swords on the weapon rack against the left wall, and some farm tools are placed on the right wall.

In the middle of the room, there is a rectangular display case, in which are high-quality weapons.

It's just that right now, the showcase is very empty, only two or three pairs of unrecognizable black leather gloves are here and there.

Lin Dong casually grabbed a gourd hammer on the weapon rack, weighed it lightly in his hand, "Well, it's too light." It's almost like a toy.

Lin Dong reckoned that if he punched with all his strength, this melon hammer would blow him to pieces.

This thing is probably not as hard as his own fist.

He tried a few things that he hadn't touched last time one by one, and he could feel the cheers of these weapons in his hands, as well as the emotion that he seemed to want to tell himself.

However, the weight is too light, and they are all ordinary iron.

Lin Dong didn't even receive any hints from the mysterious voice.

"Is there nothing that catches the eye?"

Blacksmith Zhang put down his bowl and chopsticks, walked in and spoke.

"It doesn't count."

Lin Dong directly refuted the other party's words, "At least, you can still catch the eye." As soon as these words came out, it made people get goosebumps all over their bodies.

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(End of this chapter)