Blue Silver Grass Strategy

A month later.

[Shuimu Principality] North, Northeast of [Cold Wind City], Cold Wind Camp.

In the forging area of ​​the military industrial camp, the heat waves soared into the sky, dispelling the endless cold that was howling in from the north, causing many burly men to go shirtless and wave their forging hammers.

In front of a forging table, Ling Yi was wearing an open-collared short jacket, with his jade-white chest and arms exposed, and dotted with crystal beads of sweat. No matter how you looked at him, he seemed out of place with the rough men around him.

However, the dozen or so craftsmen present, whether they were blacksmiths or not, did not dare to underestimate this young man who was not very old and had a handsome appearance like a rich young master.

Ling Yi gripped the ground with his feet, exerted force with his calves, and turned his body halfway. The forging hammer in his hand, which was three times larger than a human head, swung it in a standard circle in the air and hit it heavily on a dark and reddish alloy knife blank on the anvil in front of him.

After the blow, the large forging hammer flew up with the recoil force. Ling Yi stepped on the pedal connected to the bellows pull rod, and his body turned quickly. The forging hammer followed the trend and drew a circle in the air again. With half a point more force, it hit the alloy knife blank with a stronger red light again.

“Ding! Ding! Ding ding ding——!!!”

“Hoo—hoo—hoo—hoo!”

Amid the explosive, continuous hammering sounds like a violent storm, the whistling sound of the forging hammer in the air was also endless, telling everyone present how terrifying the force carried by each swing of the hammer was.

But underneath this terror, there was a clear rhythm, and the pleasant jingling sound made people feel intuitive, and the scene of Ling Yi's body turning like a dance showed his masculine beauty.

More than ten meters away, several burly men who were not forging were either standing with their arms folded, or with their hands on their hips, or with their hands behind their backs, staring at Ling Yi, not missing a single swing of the hammer or a single movement of his body.

As they watched, someone finally couldn't help but speak up, looking like he had something to say, "I've seen other people perform this 'Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique' before, but no one can perform it like Brother Ling, it's so amazing..."

"That's right!" A person next to him agreed and continued, "Even if it was Master Jin, when he, Master Fu, and Master Li Qiang were competing in forging skills in front of the Grand Duke's palace, the "Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique" he performed was not as smooth and perfect as Brother Ling..."

“Dang——!”

The conversation between several people more than ten meters away did not affect Ling Yi's forging. There was another loud sound, and Ling Yi, holding the forging hammer in his hand, rotated twice on the spot to dissipate the remaining force on the hammer head.

Afterwards, without waiting for the lingering sound of the clanging of metal to fade away, Ling Yi exhaled and swung the forging hammer again, smashing it towards the red alloy knife blank which had become a circle smaller.

"What a pity~"

Looking at the scene here, one of the burly men on the other side smacked his lips, shook his head and sighed, "Little Brother Ling only learned thirty-six moves of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique from Master Jin, otherwise he wouldn't have to perform it over and over again. Although the intervals in between are short, a pause is a pause, and it still has a significant impact on the quality of the final work—"

"Come on~" Another person rolled his eyes upon hearing this and said unhappily: "Even Master Jin only learned thirty-six moves in Gengxin City. Even if he wanted to teach Brother Ling, he couldn't do it——"

"Besides~" The man paused, with admiration in his eyes, looking at Ling Yi who was about to complete another round of thirty-six hammers. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Even if there are only thirty-six styles, Brother Ling's forging skills are far beyond ours!

In the entire army, except for the Shi brothers who can forge weapons with seven hundred forgings, who among you can forge a sword with five hundred forgings, or three spear heads in less than half a day?

A five-hundred-forged weapon, wouldn't it take us more than a day just to forge the materials?"

After this question, several people fell silent. The only sound left in their ears was the continuous knocking sounds from the forging area. And among these uneven knocking sounds, the rhythm was clear, one after another, like the sound of a clear spring.

A quarter of an hour later, Ling Yi finally stopped forging, stood where he was, and gasped heavily for more than ten times before he controlled his breathing, taking deep breaths and exhaling.

At the same time, do not forget to mobilize the soul power in the body to nourish the sore, hot, and slightly trembling muscles in the calves, waist, back, arms, wrists, palms, etc.

At this time, several figures approached, and their voices came before they arrived: "Brother Ling's "Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique" has become more and more sophisticated. It is not long before he breaks through the Thousand Forgings and becomes a blacksmith!"

"Brother Xue, thank you for the compliment~" Ling Yi looked in the direction of the voice, grinned at the newcomer, and said modestly: "My skills are still far from perfect, whether it's strength or the smelting ratio between different metals, I'm still a little short of the mark..."

"Ugh--"

At this point, Ling Yi sighed, shook his head and continued: "Master Blacksmith, if it were that easy, the huge [Shuimu Principality] wouldn't have had no fourth one until now—"

"yes--!"

After hearing what Ling Yi said, the people who came closer all nodded subconsciously, and also showed a sighing expression. Brother Xue, who had spoken earlier, sighed and said, "Alas! Brother Ling, you are lucky. At least you know the direction of your next efforts. We... Alas!"

"We have reached a bottleneck in forging now, and we don't even know how to work hard~" A person next to him continued, "The mystery of the energy conversion, whether it is Master Fu or you, Brother Ling, have explained it to us in detail, but we just can't figure it out..."

Upon hearing this, the other people nodded in agreement.

Sometimes, people have to admit that the gap in talent between people is so great that it makes people despair.

For the same thing, some people can reach the peak of their current stage just by doing it casually, while others, no matter how hard they try, cannot reach the position that is right in front of them.

Take them for example, they are actually able to reach the level of high-level blacksmiths, and they consider themselves to be quite talented. In terms of strength, each of them is either a first-ring soul master of level 18 or 19, or a second-ring great soul master of level 20 or so. Some of them are even the Shi brothers, who are the most skilled in the military industry camp, and are two powerful war soul masters!

But when it comes to forging, the force they use to use the forging hammer is always a little bit off.

And just this little bit resulted in the distance between them and the blacksmith being like a chasm!

The saying "a small mistake can lead to a huge disaster" is true to this.

"Brothers~" Facing the depressed people, Ling Yi smiled and consoled them: "You must know that no matter how strong your talent is, you can't reach the top of the mountain without hard work.

I believe that hard work can make up for lack of talent. Ninety-nine percent of hard work plus one percent of inspiration will surely lead to our success! "

After hearing Ling Yi's encouraging words, the burly men showed an expression of enlightenment on their faces, and the way they looked at Ling Yi became more and more admiring.

Ling Yi's chicken soup is not over yet: "Although this flash of inspiration has not appeared yet, I believe that at some point in the future, it will appear!

What we need to do is to have the strength and foundation to seize it at that moment——!!!"

Chapter 57: Rescue the Dead and Heal the Wounded

Just as Ling Yi was in the military factory camp, giving some spiritual advice to a group of senior blacksmiths, a figure trotted from a distance towards the forging area where Ling Yi and others were.

"...Brother Ling, your sword is finished. According to the camp's rules, you can rest for the next month. Should you focus more on your martial arts training?"

At the delivery of finished products in the forging area, Brother Xue persuaded Ling Yi as he handed the sword to the inspector. He knew that Ling Yi's martial soul was a standard useless martial soul "Blue Silver Grass", and his soul power was only a little over level 11. Compared with these older brothers, Ling Yi's strength was still a little bit behind.

In the military, even in the military industrial camp where skills are valued, the pursuit and support of strength has never diminished.

For example, the two brothers of the Shi family, because of their own strength at the Soul Master level, even though they are high-level blacksmiths like them, they all have their own titles, so they are naturally more noble than them.

You know, although weapons and armors with 700 forgings are stronger than those with 500 forgings, the difference has not reached a qualitative change. In terms of the level of blacksmiths, there is naturally no class improvement. But in the military industrial camp, those two are both privileged classes!

So, after seeing that Ling Yi had entered the camp for a month, and that every day he was either in the military medical camp, asking the four non-soul master military doctors for advice on pharmacology and medical knowledge, discussing his experience in the use of healing soul skills with several healing soul masters, or running to the military engineering camp, swinging hammers to forge weapons with these rough guys, and it seemed that he did not have much time to practice soul power, he could not help but persuade him.

Being able to say this, it is obvious that in Brother Xue's heart, Ling Yi has really been regarded as his friend and brother.

"Thank you, Brother Xue, for your advice. I will definitely spend more time on cultivating my soul power from now on~"

Facing Brother Xue's reminder, Ling Yi readily followed suit and did not tell the other party that in the past month, he had planted "Blue Silver Grass" inside and outside his tent. He alternated between soul power training and deep sleep every night, which was more efficient than their training for most of the day.

"Brother Yi~Brother Yi~~"

At this moment, a soft call was heard by Ling Yi and others.

Following the sound, a young man with long arms and legs came into view. Ling Yi's eyes flickered slightly, and he guessed something in his heart. He immediately turned to Brother Xue and others beside him, clasped his fists and said, "Brother Xue, Brother Li, Brother Quan... It seems that there are wounded people coming to the military medical camp. I will take my leave first--"

After the sound fell, Ling Yi nodded to Xue, Li and others, and waved to the person who came, namely Tang San. Amidst the farewells of Xue, Li and others, he stepped forward to greet him.

"Third brother~" Ling Yi came a few steps away from Tang San, and asked without stopping, "But there are more wounded people coming over there?"

"That's right!" Tang San panted slightly and responded in a rough voice: "There are quite a few people this time. All the people from our third battalion have come out. The only one missing is you——"

Hearing this, Ling Yi immediately sped up his pace and ran out with Tang San who turned around.

While running, Tang San twisted his body and waved to Brother Xue and others behind him.

Over the past month, with Ling Yiju's coordination, the Third Medical Battalion and the Military Engineering Battalion, which originally had little interaction, have gone from being familiar with each other to smiling and greeting each other when they meet.

In other words, the people in the First Medical Battalion were aloof and rarely went out to interact with ordinary people. The people in the Second Battalion followed suit and looked at ordinary people and blacksmiths with a bit of arrogance. After Ling Yi tried to test them, he didn't continue to waste his energy.

Don’t underestimate these one or two blacksmiths. Their soul power levels are not lower than the healing soul masters in the Second Medical Battalion. In terms of combat effectiveness, they are even better as they have been swinging hammers all year round. However, they still cannot escape the contempt chain on Douluo Continent.

Similarly, due to Ling Yi's own low strength, his words are ultimately not persuasive enough in front of those healing soul masters who have solid knowledge and are currently stronger than him.

In Douluo Continent, not every soul master can treat ordinary people well like Yan Bin, the deacon of the Spirit Hall, and Lu Yi, the senior deacon.

Similarly, not everyone in the Spirit Hall has the same style and attitude as Yan Bin and Lu Yi.

And for ordinary people, just being "not bad" is already a great kindness.

The military engineering camp is not far from the military medical camp. After all, both are under the management of the Logistics Department and are only seven or eight hundred meters apart.

After a while, the tents of the military medical camp appeared in the eyes of Ling Yi and the others.

As I walked closer, I saw wounded soldiers sitting casually on the ground, waiting for treatment.

The injuries of these wounded are serious, but not life-threatening. They just look scary with broken arms and legs.

Well, in Ling Yi’s previous life, broken arms and legs were serious injuries, but in this world with extraordinary powers, as long as the treatment is timely and the healer’s strength is not too weak, it will not be a big problem.

"Ayi~ Xiaosan~"

Seeing the figures of Ling Yi and Tang San, a middle-aged man holding a white cane, while maintaining the white light emitted by the cane to illuminate the injured in front of him, spoke:

"As usual, you guys quickly straighten and fix those with broken or dislocated arms and legs. Then, after our soul powers are exhausted, Ayi, you can take over and use your soul skills on the injured..."

It was not that the middle-aged man was making things difficult for Ling Yi, asking him to do more work, even work that did not require a soul master.

These were all Ling Yi's own requests over the past month.

At the beginning, both the middle-aged man who was a soul master and the four non-soul masters on Tang San's side were puzzled by this, but after a month, everyone got used to it.

Anyway, after a month of getting along with these colleagues, Ling Yi's image in their eyes is still quite positive.

Practical, hardworking, diligent, studious, smart, modest, polite, sunny, cheerful, friendly...

I have to say that when such a person appears around you, no matter what everyone's attitude is at the beginning, as you get along and interact with each other, you will quickly accept each other, and the relationship will move towards being more than friendly.

Who doesn’t want to spend more time with someone who is full of positive energy?

And Ling Yi is such a person!

And, do better than this!

Ling Yi nodded in agreement immediately, and then he and Tang San went to each of the wounded soldiers and raised their hands to check the other's injuries.

The guy on Ling Yi's side had a dislocated right elbow, and his right shoulder and left knee joints were severely bruised, all covered in bruises.

After a few whispered words, while the other party's attention was distracted, Ling Yi used the technique he learned from Tang San next to him and successfully repositioned the injured man's elbow in an instant.

Compared to Tang San's rough attack, Ling Yi seemed more delicate, giving people a feeling that he was better than his teacher.

This is mainly due to Ling Yi's strong mental strength and observation ability, which allows him to precisely control the condition of the injury and the strength of his own attack.

As he walked towards the next wounded person, Ling Yi also understood the reason why there were so many wounded people this time.

It was not a soul beast riot, nor was there any enemy army appearing and fighting with them.

Instead, a team of soul masters from the [Tiandou Empire] came to enter the [Frozen Forest] to hunt some kind of soul beast for a young master.

And that young master, on a whim, wanted to visit one of the five major military headquarters of [Shuimu Principality].

Therefore, the leader of the Cold Wind Camp, Marquis of Snow Pine Song Yao, arranged a military exercise to entertain the young master...

In fact, in the military camp, these are just ordinary strong soldiers. They will conduct training every now and then, carry out squad combat exercises every half a month, and hold a military exercise involving thousands of people every three months.

Therefore, getting injured is not surprising, but commonplace.

But this time, Ling Yi could clearly feel the depressed mood of every wounded soldier.

Ling Yi felt that in addition to treating the physical injuries of these wounded, he should do something to provide some small "treatment" for their souls.

However, the degree of this needs to be carefully controlled to avoid causing unnecessary misunderstandings.

We are all from the lower class, so it is normal for us to have good relationships, but we will never form cliques or buy people's hearts, right?

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Chapter 58: Swords, Guns, Sticks, and Axes

The gears of time turn forward unswervingly and will not be slowed down by the will of mortals.

The young master from a soul master family in a big city in the [Tiandou Empire], like the whistling north wind, passed by the Cold Wind Camp in a flash, without any intention of stopping or staying.

Except for Marquis of Cedar Song Yao who accompanied them for lunch and then watched a military exercise to liven up the atmosphere, the group of bigwigs from the suzerain country hurried to the "Frozen Forest".

They were not interested in anything in the Cold Wind Camp.

Similarly, in the Hanfeng camp, everyone from the main general Song Yao to the soldiers kept a respectful distance from these big shots and tried to avoid them.

This is an extraordinary world where the power of one individual can influence the change of regime in an area.

If it were the ordinary world without magic in Ling Yi's previous life, even if he was a poor peasant with nothing, as long as he had the right mentality, he could completely ignore the world's richest man or a national leader, and even in extreme cases, he could make an extreme one-for-one exchange.

But here, on this Douluo Continent, the real big shots are those who can slaughter thousands of troops and devastate thousands of miles of land with their own strength.

One for one?

Not even a hair can be changed!