Datang: Picking up a little Si Zi and accidentally admitting his kinship with blood?

Chapter 105 Cold weapons in the era of cold weapons!
Blacksmith shop in the north of the city.

Another two hours passed, and Song Laosan and Man Laosan were vigorously swinging their hammers to process the meteorite iron that was divided into two halves.

After two hours of beating, although the appearance of the meteorite iron remained unchanged, its color became darker and thicker.

It’s hard work, this is no joke.

A good piece of iron that can be used to forge good weapons must be a good material that can withstand tempering.

However, this piece of extraterrestrial iron is relatively hard to begin with, so it only needs to be forged in appearance, and the most important thing is the quenching process.

Song Laosan's specialty is also the process of quenching.

Song Laosan has reached the pinnacle of temperature control, and ordinary people really can't learn it.

If you are not careful during quenching, it is very likely that a good piece of iron will become scrap, and the forging effort will be wasted.

At this moment, Li Fei did not leave, but stayed in Song Laosan's blacksmith shop.

Except for Song Laosan, there was no one else in the backyard. There were several empty houses around.

Before Li Fei and Man Laosan came over today, Song Laosan had already had their place tidied up.

The forging of this extraterrestrial iron requires two people to be present throughout the entire process, and there can be no mistakes. This is the integrity of a professional blacksmith.

Li Fei moved a small bench and sat down. He watched Song Laosan and Man Laosan swing their sledgehammers while sparks shot out, and he opened his mouth and yawned.

"so sleepy……"

Judging from Song Laosan's enthusiasm, it seems that he is preparing to cast it overnight. If nothing happens tomorrow morning, the magic weapon will be ready.

Man Lao San's weapon was a broad sword. Li Fei thought for a long time and decided to make it more difficult for Song Lao San.

"How's it going? Do you have any weapons you want to use?"

Song Laosan threw the sledgehammer aside, wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat down next to Li Fei and asked with a smile.

The smelting of meteorite iron opened Song Laosan's eyes and at the same time he also smiled at Li Fei.

If the clerk in the blacksmith shop saw this, he would most likely pop his eyes out. How had he ever seen the master's smiling face before?
Regarding Li Fei, Song Laosan was even more unclear about his details.

However, this is not what he cares about.

Li Fei thought for a long time, then smiled mysteriously, with a provocative expression on his face: "Song Laosan, I can choose any style of weapon, right?"

Although the weapon I just thought about is not complicated enough, it is still a little troublesome.

"Of course, I, Song Laosan, will never go back on what I promised."

Song Laosan said swornly.

This is the dignity of a blacksmith, and Song Laosan values ​​it extremely.

"Hmm... Man Lao San needs a broad sword. I don't like such a big weapon, and it's inconvenient to carry it with me."

"Look at the size of that meteorite, can you help me make a few daggers?"

Li Fei looked at the meteorite iron, then looked at Song Laosan and asked with a smile.

"Dagger?"

Song Laosan was suddenly startled.

He had also made such things, but in small quantities.

Because daggers are generally special weapons used by special people. They are neither serious large weapons nor hidden weapons. They are rather special.

Moreover, people who usually make daggers do not use them to do good things...

"Do you have any requirements on the size?"

Song Laosan asked without too much hesitation since his words were difficult to follow.

Can it really be built?
Li Fei was startled. It was originally just a whim, but he didn't expect Song Laosan to agree.

"Well, come with me and I'll draw a picture for you."

Unable to explain clearly, Li Fei pulled Song Laosan into the room and came to a table.Spreading out the paper, Li Fei dipped his pen in ink and sketched on the paper.

The first thing is that thanks to his proficiency in calligraphy "Slim Gold Style", Li Fei can use the brush fairly smoothly.

A long, thin and pointed linear weapon appeared on the paper. It looked like a thin sword, but there was an extra edge in the middle.

At the end, Li Fei thought for a moment and changed it into a small handle.

Then the second piece is also thin and long, but it is curved and snakes forward.

The third item is something that looks like a machete. It is clearly a Nepalese army knife...

Soon, Li Fei drew the shapes of three melee weapons.

Song Laosan's eyes widened. It was the first time he saw such a cold weapon, and he felt a little lost.

"What should you pay attention to when making these three weapons?"

A layman can watch the excitement, an expert can watch the door. Song Laosan only took a few serious glances and felt that these three weapons were unusual.

Every one seems to be designed to kill people!

The look he looked at Li Fei was a bit strange.

Li Fei didn't realize it, pointed to the first one on the paper, and slowly narrated: "The first one, I call it the three-edged military thorn. When this dagger was made, the angles between the three edges of the dagger should be correct. , the tip should be sharp enough..."

"The second one is called a keris. The main part needs to be thicker, and the edges on both sides should be as thin as possible..."

"The third one is called the Nepal Army Knife..."

Song Laosan listened carefully and felt a little cold in his heart. Why did he feel more and more terrible the more he listened?
What is going on in Mr. Li, who seems harmless to humans and animals?
Do you study these things every day?

"Well, do you remember?"

After Li Fei finished speaking, he saw Song Laosan staring at the drawings in a daze and asked again.

"Um...oh, remember, there should be no problem."

"But I would venture to ask, what are you going to do when you build this kind of weapon, which can be called a murder weapon?"

Song Laosan stared at Li Fei's eyes, as if he wanted to see through him.

"Haha, I said I used it for self-defense, do you believe it?"

Li Fei spread his hands and replied with a smile.

Building these three weapons was really just a whim. Another reason was the hobby in my previous life.

After all, that era was a society governed by the rule of law. Such military supplies could only be obtained from Xibei, and genuine products were difficult to obtain.

Even if you get it, you don't dare to take it out and use it easily.

But things are different now. Firstly, this is the Tang Dynasty, and he has become a wanted criminal. Secondly, when traveling around the world, it is indeed necessary to have a weapon for self-defense.

When Song Laosan heard this, the uneasiness in his heart gradually disappeared.

The Li Fei in front of him gave people a convincing feeling. Song Laosan believed that his intuition was not wrong.

"There is a lot of meteorite. It is more than enough to make these three daggers. What else needs to be done?"

Song Laosan asked.

"What's left..."

Li Fei held his chin and thought for a while, his eyes wandered around the room, and suddenly fell on the sleeping little persimmon beside him.

A bright light suddenly flashed in his mind, and Li Fei smiled slightly and said: "Make all the remaining meteorite iron into inch-long fine needles for me!"

"puff……"

Song Laosan spurted out a mouthful of old blood, feeling regret for the first time!

(End of this chapter)