From a small soldier in the frontier army, an immortal god of war was born

Chapter 1: The Book of Victory

clang! clang!
The crisp sound of iron hammering opened Wu Fengdeng's eyes and he felt dizzy.

The vision gradually became clear, and I saw three or two shirtless men swinging hammers and hitting the red-hot iron blocks. Sparks flew and black impurities were also shed off.

"Is this time traveling through time?"

As Wu Fengdeng was stunned, a flood of memories came flooding back.

“…I actually traveled through time and space and became a border soldier!”

He was originally a shepherd boy herding cattle in the countryside. Later, due to war, the soldiers massacred the village and he became a refugee.

Three days ago, he and fellow refugee Jiang Qiyu were displaced to the border county of Guyang.

However, the original owner caught a cold on the road. In order to get medicine, Jiang Qiyu voluntarily sold himself to a landlord as a servant in exchange for a few dollars to buy medicine and steamed buns, so the original owner was able to survive.

Later, he witnessed the glory of being a soldier and joined the army, hoping to earn money, learn skills, buy a house and land, and redeem Jiang Qiyu.

However, in this chaotic world, life is worth less than grass. I was born in poverty, penniless and naked. When I joined the army, I had no money to honor my superiors, so I was assigned to this blacksmith shop.

Among the military positions, the Vanguard Battalion, the Shenji Battalion, and the Chariot Battalion have the highest pay and the best treatment, which can reach three hundred copper coins per month. The next highest are the soldiers who hold the banners and beat the drums, who can get two hundred copper coins per month. The last are the people who water the horses and forge irons, who can get no more than about eighty coins.

In this chaotic world where a bushel of millet costs twenty coins, this meager military salary is good enough to cover expenses. Buying a house or land, or redeeming Jiang Qiyu is undoubtedly a fantasy.

"Huh~ It seems that no matter where they are, it is difficult for the poor to find a place to stand."

After Wu Fengdeng digested the memory, he rubbed his brows and began to think about how to survive.

"It is better to be a dog in peacetime than a man in troubled times. Human life is worthless now. If that is the case, I will settle down in the blacksmith shop first. Although the salary and food are not much, at least I can survive in peace."

"Then find an opportunity to switch to a more profitable branch of the military, and save up money to redeem Jiang Qiyu."

Wu Fengdeng also felt quite sad for this benefactor whom he had never met.

In these turbulent times, the original owner was truly fortunate to meet such a kind person.

Clang!

"Xiao Wuzi, swing the hammer twice!"

A bearded man shouted at the top of his voice, breathing heavily, obviously tired from swinging the hammer.

"it is good!"

Wu Fengdeng stood up from the door, brushed the dust off his butt, and took the hammer from the big man.

In just these two steps, the temperature rose sharply, especially near the iron block and the iron furnace, which was extremely hot.

It's completely different from the winter outside.

Because he is a new recruit and doesn't know any skills, his current job is mainly to swing a sledgehammer for forging. According to Sergeant Lao Hu, the big man who was swinging the hammer just now, new recruits must develop good strength in order to stay.

And swinging a sledgehammer is undoubtedly the simplest and most brutal way to build strength.

Of course, you can't just swing the hammer randomly. It also requires skill. The waist and legs should exert force, and the force should rush up to drive the shoulders, so that the hammer can be raised and swung in a circle and then dropped down.

The original owner's memory flashed through his mind, and Wu Fengdeng gripped the handle tightly with both hands.

But memories are just memories after all, and his thoughts became confused when he started to do it. He used his waist, back and arms to exert strength, raised the 30-pound hammer straight up, and then dropped it heavily.

Amidst the flying sparks, Wu Fengdeng also felt extremely heavy. Judging from the quality of this body, he would be exhausted before swinging ten times.

Not only him, several new recruits around him also had similar situations, and they were all crying out in pain.

"Don't be impatient, little kids. Try to use your strength skillfully."

Old Hu leaned on the table and drank cheap rice wine with a loud voice.

Wu Fengdeng nodded slightly and took a deep breath.

Tighten your thighs and lower your waist.

Get up the strength!

Swing the hammer!

clang!
Wu Fengdeng now had some real strength, although it couldn't compare to Lao Hu's exquisite and round strength, but at least he looked a little bit better.

He continued swinging like this for about a quarter of an hour. His arms were already sore and weak, he was panting, and his handsome but slightly dark and thin face was covered with sweat.

The other recruits were also rubbing their shoulders, panting from exhaustion. It was noon, and Lao Hu brought a box of cornmeal buns and placed them casually on the iron-ashed ground.

"Three per person, no more!"

But before he could finish, the starving recruits rushed forward to grab the food. Wu Fengdeng also took three in the chaos and then leaned against the doorpost.

The steamed bun is cold and hard, and can be used as a hammer when it is hit on the ground. It is obviously not baked today.

He frowned and reluctantly ate half of it. When he couldn't swallow it anymore, he washed it down with the hot water beside him.

It tastes terrible!
Wu Fengdeng looked miserable, then raised his head and looked at the others.

They were eating happily, wolfing down the food. Even when their mouths were full they still tried to squeeze more food in, fearing that they would not be able to finish it in one bite and it would be snatched away.

Yes, it is good to have someone to eat in this world, especially for refugees like them. They can usually swallow dirt and leaves, but cornmeal steamed buns are a delicacy.

Wu Fengdeng looked at the steamed bun in his hand, made up his mind, and started to eat it in big mouthfuls.

No matter what, only when you have a full stomach can you have strength and survive.

As for taste, is that something poor people can consider?
Wu Fengdeng adapted quickly.

Then a figure flashed in front of him, and Old Hu seemed to have heard some noise. He lifted the curtain and walked out with a steamed bun in his mouth.

Wu Fengdeng approached the door, a biting cold wind blew, and he subconsciously turned his head to look.

There was heavy snow outside the door. In front of Lao Hu was a burly man wearing brown armor and a sword on his waist.

A vague voice was heard amid the whistling wind.

"How many people are there in the blacksmith shop now?"

"Sir, including the new recruits from a few days ago, there are twelve of us in total."

"There are too many people in the vanguard camp. The deputy general wants to select warriors from the entire army to fill the vacancies. You must be included. Please send one person."

"Sir, my old guys are either tempered or formed, the new recruits don't understand, and there are not many strong ones among these new recruits, you see..."

"I don't care. You need to send me someone in a month. In troubled times, everyone is busy with their own affairs. Please put away your compassion."

……

Seeing Lao Hu's embarrassed look, Wu Fengdeng's eyes gradually relaxed.

Although the treatment in the vanguard battalion is good, they have to be on the front line and their lives are in danger. Half of the soldiers just want to live in peace. If they are to be recruited voluntarily, I am afraid there will not be enough people by the end of the year.

Although this blacksmith shop is small, it can at least keep people alive. Lao Hu probably wants these new recruits to live longer.

"After traveling through time and space, there is no future in staying here. It is better to try to join the Vanguard Camp. It would be great if you can make achievements. It will be easy to redeem Jiang Qiyu then."

"But……"

When Wu Fengdeng thought of this, he couldn't help but look at his thin body.

He was seventeen years old, tall, but extremely thin due to hunger.

No matter how you look at it, this has nothing to do with warriors!

"Continue when you've rested enough! I don't stand for laziness!"

Old Hu walked in angrily and yelled.

Wu Fengdeng had no choice but to sigh, then stood up and continued swinging the hammer.

With the experience from last time, he successfully used his strength to smash the hammer this time.

Sparks flew and the crisp sound echoed in his ears.

Suddenly, Wu Fengdeng's chest felt hot, and then his eyes blurred. An orange-yellow scroll that came from nowhere slowly unfolded.

A few lines of small words slowly appeared on the first bamboo slip.

[With natural strength, swinging the hammer is as simple as possible... Unlocked the always-victorious profession: Craftsman]

[Business Point: One (immersing yourself in the profession and practicing it yourself can condense business points)]

[Craftsman skills: Transport, Fire, Steady Strength, Steel Hands, Exploration]

(End of this chapter)