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Chapter 21 Macharla
clang!
clang!
clang!
Vondorf held the hammer.

Every time it is swung, there will be a heavy sound of gold and iron knocking.

Sparks splash.

The oxidized iron skin is like snow, but also like caramel crispy skin.

In front of the forge of fire and iron, Vondolf sweated profusely while forging a new main weapon.

The team has adjusted, and he has also adjusted his positioning.

The composite three-layer heavy armor of linen + deerskin + hardened steel plate has proven to be overflowing in performance in the battle with the Norwegians.

The life value is nearly half thicker than that of ordinary people, and there are also medical expertise and life-to-death.

With multiple advantages stacked up, no one is more suitable than him to serve as a heavily armored warrior who can tear apart the enemy's formation.

Feng Daofu, who is not lacking in courage, will not retreat either—to be honest, it feels quite cool to bully unarmored soldiers in heavy armor.

clang!
Vondorf struck again.

Metaphysics and metallographic induction, as if seeing huge changes in the internal structure of the steel embryo.

The corners of his mouth raised: "Perfect."

Forging weapons is a challenge.

So far in his blacksmithing career, he has mostly used tools such as samarium knives and midwifery forceps.

The weapon is only a rubbing dagger that was originally used to obtain the approval of the inheritance, and I have never tried ordinary war swords.

He has no experience, but he is still an excellent professional blacksmith forging Lv4. His basic skills have also been honed solidly in the samarium knife modification orders worth several hundred silver coins.

Silica sand was discovered from the river and the crucible steel solution was tried.

After the qualified crucible steel was smelted, the unfinished steel sword left by the blacksmith was used to determine the use of the steel clamping process for forging.

The characteristics of different steel materials complement each other, and under the control of metaphysics and metallography, this steel embryo is forged with a balanced performance fusion!
"The powerful hammer method + metaphysics and metallography are really useful."

"It's just that the hammer is inefficient at killing enemies."

I was busy farming before, and when I beat the Norwegians, I just went with a hammer.

Simple and easy to use, primitive people know how to use it even after touching it. The disadvantage is that it is not suitable for the version.

Great Winter Hunting, Slavic Recruitment. Almost all the enemies faced in these activities are unarmored, and the efficiency of the hammer is too low.

"so."

Feng Daofu lifted up the elongated steel embryo, aimed his eyes at the curved surface of the anvil, and swung it round with both hands.

"drink!"

The red steel billet slammed heavily on the curved surface, creating an arc in one hit!
clang!
Accompanied by countless sparks, Feng Daofu seems to be a tireless machine, constantly lifting and falling.

After a while, the elongated steel embryo had a perfect bend, and it looked like a Thracian two-handed long knife!

Quenching, grinding, pickling, handle, fine-tuning.
It's getting dark.

Feng Daofu looked excitedly at the two-handed long knife lying flat.

The total length is 120 cm, the blade length is 90 cm, and the handle length is 30 cm.

Dark brown hilt, cyan blade, narrow width, slender body, slender and obvious inward bending, a winding blade pattern like a smooth wave, seems to be ready to beheaded.

It seems slender, but the weight has reached 1.5kg.

This is the characteristic of the scimitar in Seres' hands. The weight is increased to increase the cutting/shield-breaking power, which is similar to the idea of ​​the neon knife.

Originally, the thickness of the blade blade was almost the same at the front and back, and the center of gravity was too far forward.

Feng Daofu used wood to simulate exercises and made fine-tuning according to his own situation.

The usage scenario is after the commotion in which the shield wall was smashed by Molotov cocktails. There has been a gap. The need to break the shield is very low, and the center of gravity does not need to be so forward.

The thickest point on the spine is around 9mm, gradually transitioning to about 5mm towards the tip, and finally 2.8mm at the edge.

The change in thickness effectively controls the overall center of gravity of the knife, weakening chopping and enhancing balance.

This change was approved by the panel.

"Balanced two-handed long knife (damage +3, speed +3)"

"Forging upgrade!"

"Acquire Specialty - Precision Forging (Agility +1, One/Two Hands Control +10)"

"The character level is improved! Gain 1 attribute point!"

"I'll call you Macharla from now on."

Feng Daofu added attribute points to strength, closed the panel, and picked up the knife with both hands.

The right hand is in front and the left hand is behind, maintaining the middle position.

Kick your feet and turn your waist.

Shoulders, elbows, chops!

laugh!
The buzzing sound of the blade cutting the air, the tip of the blade is stably at a 45-degree angle downward.

Feng Daofu moved his shoulders a bit: "It's a bit of a stretch."

Although it is a two-handed sword, it does not use both hands at the same time.

The left hand exerts force and the right hand controls the sword.

Use your left and right hands to work together and perform kinetic chain movements throughout your body.

The full burst must be controlled at the same time, ensuring that the force of the sword swing is concentrated on the tendon of the sword to maximize the cutting efficiency.

Vondorff fine-tuned, then raised the knife again.

laugh!
laugh!
I don’t know if it’s because the experience multiplier is the highest when learning two-handed weapons, or if it’s because of increased agility and controllability.

His mastery of Macharla's sword tendons rapidly improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After practicing for a while, Feng Daofu felt as if he was commanding his arm when waving the Machala.

The feeling fascinated him.

I originally thought about polearms.

The Meijian Dao and Yanyue Dao are easy to use, but they are still sentimental.

Many novices experienced the thrill of killing for the first time with the Yanyue Sword, and Feng Daofu was one of them.

But considering my own talents and application scenarios, I still chose practicality.

"No matter what it is, the choice of hands is the right choice."

The muscles began to feel slightly sore, and Feng Daofu stopped and gasped: "The two-handed sword is very difficult, the Thracian knife is similar to the samarium knife, it is easier for me to fight, and the performance is not bad. I will challenge after a few more months of practice." The Scottish horse cuts the sword."

Wiping his sweat, he left the studio.

Vera came to report the work: "Master, the dough has been risen."

Feng Daofu wiped his face and neck for a moment, and suddenly felt a little greedy.

"I'll cook tonight."

"what?"

Vera looked at Feng Daofu with a serious face, blinked, and hesitated whether to let the long Maoluo and Xiaomaolo who were performing the holy delivery ceremony come back later.

It's okay to be poisoned, but you can't have someone to take care of the master.

Unfortunately, before we had time to act, the good sisters came back.

Feng Daofu also used actions to dispel her uneasiness.

"Is this white bread?"

"It's Baozi."

"steamed stuffed bun?"

Little Moluo looked at the soft buns, and then at Big Moluo.

She looked astonished: "No wonder the master likes to eat it."

Feng Daofu put down a plate of fried dough sticks: "You are right, I like it very much."

Little Maoluo glanced at the fried dough sticks, and then at Chang Maoluo's legs.

Valentina shrank her feet, feeling secretly happy.

Looking at her like this, the beautiful cat-like eyes of little Marobos were full of expectation: "Is there any more?"

Feng Daofu glanced at her: "There are also biscuits."

Biscuits?

No matter how you look at it, there is no similarity with her. Little Maoluo suddenly realized that she didn't want to talk.

But after a while, as she took a bite of the bun, the onion and mutton filling was soaked until soft, and she felt the juice explode in her mouth, and the salty taste rippling between her lips and teeth, her mood improved a lot.

The master gives me delicious food, and the master has me in his heart!
The food style is different, but in this place in Northern Europe, meat and oil are everything!
Feng Daofu was very willing to give the ingredients, and the three hairy girls ate happily.

After dinner, it's time for training.

Feng Daofu summoned troops to train.

After a while, dozens of people gathered in the flat open space outside the long house.

20 child workers consciously practiced throwing bombs with ropes.

Other adult workers looked on.

Feng Daofu heard Ted say from a long distance: "I don't know what a group of children are here to join in the fun."

This guy has learned a lesson and still won't change his true nature.

Feng Daofu walked over and saw the child laborers in pairs. One stood behind and grabbed one end of the rope, while the person in front grabbed the other end of the rope. They kept twisting their waists and kicking their legs to exert strength, practicing without being affected.

He applauded with satisfaction: "You've practiced well, your basic skills are very solid."

The young grenadiers stopped in surprise.

Feng Daofu first went through the details of the action for them.

The small weight is used to focus on the details of the movements, and the basic skills of the movements are polished. If you really increase the intensity, you will not be easily injured.

If you don't understand the details of any movements, you just let them practice violently. This is not treating people as human beings, but training them as supplies. It seems that it is something to be proud of even if you urinate blood during the training.

Vondorf doesn't have that much manpower to waste.

Just throwing a simple incendiary bomb is much easier than a bow and arrow, and it won't waste much time to practice basic skills.

This group of young grenadiers are young and have strong learning ability. They got started quickly and became effective after just a few days of practice.

Feng Daofu knew it well, and turned to look at Ted and the others: "Come and make a bet, bet that I will lead them to break through your shield wall."

"us?"

Ted and Sarri looked at each other and counted the people around them.

They learn math more slowly than children, but there is no difficulty with this number.

"We have 30 people."

Ted couldn't believe it: "Even if you are a saint, you only have 20 children. I don't believe it!"

Head iron as always.

Vondorf glanced at the angry expressions on the faces of the young grenadiers with his peripheral vision: "Let's make some bets. If we lose, each of you will have a glass of vodka tonight."

"If we win, you tell them: I'm sorry, I lost."

"How about it?"

The strong men of North agreed.

Although saints have always brought miracles.

But no matter how magical it is, it is impossible to defeat these real Norse warriors with a group of brats, right?
moment.

30 strong Northmen formed a shield wall.

Ted turned around in his thick clothes uneasily: "Why do you have to wear so much? Are you afraid that we will get hurt?"

Sari replied lazily: "We'll find out later."

Their eyes focused on the opposite side.

More than 20 meters away, Feng Daofu was injecting chicken blood.

In just a few words, the blood of these little grenadiers surged and their morale was high.

"Start with them and send out your first battle cry to the world!"

Feng Daofu held the wooden knife in both hands and roared: "Follow me!"

beep!
Vera, acting as the referee, blew the brass whistle.

The North soldiers maintained their shield wall formation and advanced steadily with tacit understanding.

With only 30 people, they stepped out of the mountain with a great momentum, like an indestructible mountain.

In comparison, although the little grenadiers were neatly arranged, their momentum was completely incomparable.

Some people start to get scared.

But just as he swallowed his saliva, his eyes caught sight of Feng Daofu's back.

The Saint is leading the charge.
When you realize this, all negative emotions disappear.

With a high degree of concentration, he immediately captured the signal sent by Von Dolf.

"Throw!"

The instinct of training in the past few days drove them to subconsciously take out the Molotov cocktails.

Lit up, bend your right leg and lean your upper body back.

After recharging for a short period of time, with a childish battle cry, 20 Molotov cocktails were thrown more than ten meters away.

"Ula!"

pat!

There was a sound of shattering clay pots, and flames ignited out of thin air, licking the ground and the shield!
The impregnable shield wall is in an uproar!
"Fire? How can there be fire?!"

"It's the divine power of the saint!"

"Calm down! It's Greek Fire! We've met it before!"

Veteran fighters such as Ted and Surrey worked hard to organize, but they could not match the riots of most people.

The shield wall fell apart!

At this moment, a black shadow broke through the fire curtain and rushed in front of their eyes!

Overflowing sparks.

The black eyes seemed to pull out two scarlet streams of light.

Ted exclaimed, and instinctively handed out the cloth-headed spear.

As soon as he made the movement, Feng Daofu had already dodged sideways, holding the knife in both hands and raising it above his head.

"drink!"

duang~
With a slash on the helmet, Ted rolled his eyes and fell face-to-face!

Before it even landed, Sarri had already stepped forward with his spear.

Live to the death!

Concentration suddenly increased to a slow world.

Feng Daofu turned with the sword, dodged and slashed Sari with one sword, and then slashed with his backhand the patrol soldier who was sneaking up on him.

If it is normal, there is not so much space to move around.

But at this moment, the shield has been broken by the riots.

Feng Daofu danced the long sword in both hands like a helicopter, and the flames seemed to dance with the blade!
The three Mauro referees on the periphery exclaimed.

"Turn around!"

"He's spinning!"

In just a short moment, Feng Daofu wielded his knife and completely defeated the formation!
Great victory!
"Upgrade your hands!"

"Acquire Specialty-Walking on the Edge (Swinging Speed ​​+3% with Two Hands)"

The power and frequency have been increased, and he can be more at ease after breaking into the formation... Feng Daofu waved his knife twice and asked people to throw sand to put out the fire.

Because the protection work was in place, no one had an accident.

The most serious one is a minor burn, which needs to be covered with a sterilizing bandage of honey.

When it was taken care of, Ted was still unconscious.

A group of disheveled strong men looked at each other, thinking that the reason why they were so unlucky was because of a certain gangster...

Sarri said: "Ted must have had a fever. Use the first aid method that the saint taught us. Let's do it together!"

So the comrades all contributed their soles.

The action scenes here can refer to Westward Journey.

After a while, Ted woke up.

He was a little confused: "Hey~ Why does my butt hurt?"

Feng Daofu pretended not to see it.

He organized the little grenadiers to cheer: "How does it feel to win?"

"Great!"

"I thought they were a big mountain, who would have thought that they would be broken by you."

The experience and morale of the little grenadiers are greatly increased!
Feng Daofu was very satisfied, and turned his head to look at the group of disgraced North brawny men.

"Sorry, we lost!"

They looked at each other and recognized each other.

After a while, I completely forgot about the embarrassment, and excitedly imagined how cool it would be to have the help of "Holy Fire" in future battles.

Feng Daofu made them happy before he spoke: "If you want to fully play a role, you need to work hard."

"Training changes the array later."

"You are responsible for advancing the shield wall and covering the grenadiers to reach the 15-meter position."

Vondorf pointed to 20 ordinary North soldiers and 20 small grenadiers.

Seeing that he was not there, the 10-member patrol team was a little anxious: "Holy One, what about us?"

Feng Daofu didn't give a shit either: "When the power of the fire burns through the enemy's will, you will join me to completely break down their shield wall."

In the sparring just now, he realized that his impact alone was not enough.

The age penalty is here, the weight is not enough, and teammates are still needed.

These veterans are qualified candidates.

Equipment does not need to invest too much.

Fondolf took out Macharra: "The shield spear is not suitable for this task. This two-handed long knife was improved by me based on Thracian weapons."

锃!
The long sword was unsheathed, and the blade pattern on the blade made the scalps of the North warriors tingle: What a sword!want to!
Feng Daofu looked at the eager expressions of appreciation and raised the corners of his mouth: "This is my new weapon, and I will give you new weapons too."

"Actually, you are very familiar with the new weapon."

Very familiar?

While they were wondering, a group of Norwegians brought in samarium knives.

Sari was surprised: "Isn't this a farm tool?"

"As long as the sickle is straightened," Feng Daofu demonstrated, "it can become a two-handed sword."

"Put on thicker linen armor, hold a war scythe in both hands, rush into battle with me and cut down anyone I see."

"Do you like this new job?"

Imagine it for a moment.
The 10-man patrol shouted excitedly "Hurrah!"

"Ula!"

"Ula!"

On this night, North's traditional unit was revamped for the first time, with the 50-man team having composite functions.

It was also at this time that Willie, who watched this scene, finally made a decision: "I still have 100 clansmen in the suburbs, and I hope you can protect them."

Vondorf stopped and laughed: "As long as you are willing to convert, you are our brothers and sisters and can live under my protection as free people."

"The Io religion welcomes everyone."

"But robbers are not welcome!"

Looking at the messy camp, Feng Daofu, who brought people over to greet the newcomers warmly, had a dark face.

The person arrested last night was able to convince the Norwegians in just a few days. This is already amazing. Is this still too late? !

He looked at the panicked and angry Willy: "Who are you targeting?"

The Northern Fox pondered for a second, then opened his eyes wide: "It's a Sami!"

"My ancestors once told me that there is a deer-raising clan called the Sami people who will migrate through forests with their huge herds of deer in winter."

"The only ones with enough strength nearby are them!"

That unique reindeer civilization?
If you are so good at reindeer, you must be good at taming other animals, right?
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　　I've been out and about in a hurry these past few days, so my writing has been a little sloppy, so I'm reflecting on it.

　　It's back, and it's just in the recommended position. Don't update too much, try to stabilize the quality, and then wait for it to be released.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)