stubborn thief

Chapter 16 Resentment
The battle lasted for less than half an hour, and the unorganized thieves who lost their leader quickly fell into disarray under the impact of the horse team.

The horse soldiers rushed back and forth for two times and then withdrew from the battle. The infantry led by Liu Chengzu and Cao Yao completed the final capture and expulsion of the thieves.

After the battle, Liu Chengzong tied the red flag to the grain cart, and pulled a cloth from Bai Yingzi to carefully wipe the blood on the Yanling knife. sharpening technique.

The master who taught him to sharpen the knife said that the knife cannot be sheathed with blood. Blood is the essence of the human soul, and if the blood is sheathed for a long time, resentment will arise.

Of course, most people would be skeptical about this statement, and Liu Chengzong simply didn't believe it.

Another memory in his mind clearly knew that there are bacteria in this world. The knife that has seen blood is not handled carefully. When the knife is put into the sheath, there is no air circulation. Bacteria breed and rust the weapon.

That stench is resentment, and at that point, the knife can't be used.

At this time, good sharpening skills are very important. The blade that Liu Chengzong has sharpened can be used as a mirror, and the blood will not hang on it. As long as it is wiped with a cloth, no rust will be left. it is good.

If it wasn't for He Renlong's description of the treatment of the family members outside the martial arts division, it was just in line with his six-year martial arts career, Liu Chengzong planned to open a knife sharpening shop in Yan'an House.

With his knives sharpening skills, he may not be able to count on the wealth and wealth, but it is not a problem to support his family.

Infantrymen are sweeping the battlefield, taking stock of war profits and possessions.

Cao Yao, who was free, looked around the village and saw Liu Chengzong here, and excitedly stepped forward and asked, "Have you caught him?"

"died."

Liu Chengzong wiped the knife, stroked the small crack on the blade with his thumb, put the knife in its sheath, raised his chin to the side, pointed to the bridge of his nose, and said, "The arrow is shot here, I don't suffer, he bows and knife. On the back of the red flag, there are still seven or eight catties of gunpowder, let's see if I have something from you?"

Hearing that, Cao Yao was overjoyed, walked over and squatted down on the corpse and looked at the corpse for a while, then turned back and patted Liu Chengzong and said, "Good shot, good shot! What else do you want, I don't want anything, it's all Your—the knife sees blood?"

Liu Chengzong just nodded, but before he had time to speak, Cao Guan's team had already taken over the words: "I'll get you a pot of knife oil when your sister-in-law comes over. We have a big harvest this time. Brother, I want to treat you to a good meal!"

Saying that, Cao Yao found the saber that originally belonged to Bai Yingzi on the back of the red flag, took it out and looked at it, then turned back and scolded the corpse: "This saber is pretty good, it's a wrong flower - if it weren't for the horse soldiers Lying down, none of these thieves can escape."

It was a goose-winged sword. Compared with Liu Chengzong's goose-ling waist sword, the blade had a similar curvature, and the tip had three small wing-like twists and turns.

The handle also grows an inch, between the one-handed and two-handed knives, which can be chopped with one hand or held with both hands.

As for the wrong flower in Cao Yao's mouth, it means that this knife is made of patterned steel by folding and forging.

Because people think that the authentic iron is from the Western Regions, and the horse tooth steel knives covering the northern Shaanxi generation are mostly from Shanxi knife craftsmen, it is also called fake iron by the world.

Although it is fake, the market price is also very high.

The knife has achieved this, not only as a practical weapon, but also as a collection of ornaments.

Hearing Cao Yao's words, he chuckled lightly: "How could that thief deserve such a good knife, it's the saber of the good family in the surrounding, and it took him less than an hour to get it."

"I'm going to take this knife home. It's good everywhere, but it's ugly. I'll go back and change it to a family heirloom. As for the use—"

Liu Chengzong pushed aside the plum blossom four-petaled copper knife grid with his thumb, pulled out the freshly wiped goose ling knife and stretched it out: "It's still easy for our officials to make it, and the Shanxi knife's broken mouth is too distressing."

Even the best weapons are consumables. Combat skills can minimize the wear and tear of the blade, but breakage is still very common in battles, even for extremely expensive swords.

In fact, in Liu Chengzong's heart, he was very resistant to using better weapons.

Fighting is a dangerous thing that puts one's life on the line. He must go all out without distracting thoughts. Once he starts to think about the distressed weapon and protect the weapon, then he is not far from death.

After the Yanling knife was wiped, it returned to the mirror-surfaced blade, and the blade clearly revealed two small gaps that were filled by grinding. It was left by the troops who went to burn waste outside the Great Wall last year and accidentally fought the knife with the Hetao Mongols in the encounter.

As for this battle, although he also used the knife after shooting Bai Yingzi, few of the thieves had received serious training, not to mention the troop of horses rushing to steal the momentum, it was too panic.

Even if he told the thief that he was going to use a knife, and let someone go to block them, he wouldn't be able to stop him, just drag the knife on horseback, and he wouldn't have to rush to the bone to chop with all his might.

The Yanling knife was only stained with a little blood, and then there was an iron tool hanging on the body of the unfortunate one who was in the middle of the knife, adding two innocuous subtle scratches to the mirror surface of the knife body.

Cao Yao was still immersed in the joy of killing Bai Yingzi, looked at the goose-winged sword and looked at it, and kept murmuring: "I don't think there is anything wrong with this Mongolian cross sword, what a good sword. , and fell into the hands of this thief."

"Lion, do you think this world is weird? The poor can only survive by selling their mother-in-law and baby doll to others. They still can't eat enough, and they may die without even a descendant."

He held up the goose-wing knife, squinted his eyes and carefully watched the forging pattern of horse teeth on the knife, and glanced at Liu Chengzong: "This rich and noble family does not have to be an aristocratic family, it is a big family in a small village in the wilderness, look at their swords —"

"In the hands of the nobles from the Beijing camp in Baoding who didn't go to battle in the past, just the blacksmith of this knife, you can sell it for 50 taels if you grind it."

This is not what Cao Yao wanted to say. He put down the knife and slowly sheathed it and looked at Liu Chengzong: "Can the poor not be jealous or hateful?"

As he said, he put the knife worth 40 taels of silver into its sheath, hung it firmly on the back of the red flag, and patted it twice: "The people who are still alive are already very angry. As long as the time comes, today This village is all the villages of tomorrow.

Liaodong is in chaos, and Shaanxi is in chaos again, the world will be in chaos, and the world will only get worse and worse. Just like your brother Li Hongji, you can only starve to death when you think of being a Shunmin.

Wait until you are too hungry to think about anything else, you deserve to starve to death, and you should loot others when you have the energy. "

Liu Chengzong was delighted, and briskly turned over from the grain cart. The Cao Guan team was still on the united front.

Today's battle has undoubtedly proved one thing, and that is that the two frontier troops are both problem soldiers of the Fish River Fort, and they can still have an absolute advantage over a crowd that is twice or even three times as large.

To put it in a bad way, a group of frontier troops who have been hungry for a long time has the fighting power to crush the crowd of three hundred rabble. When they are full, there will be more things they can do.

It may not be impossible to hit a county.

Liu Chengzu felt that this guy just wanted to hit the county town, he smiled very happily, waved his hand and said: "Let's go back to the Temple of the Black Dragon King first, it's normal for poor people to be jealous of the rich, and everyone will be jealous of being better than themselves and want to be better. More or less, it's not a problem."

"The problem is that the poor are getting worse these days."

(End of this chapter)