The white porridge and pickled mustard is enough, why am I wearing a royal robe?

Chapter 42 There will be better guns in the future

"kill!"

180 people held rebar and made neat movements of swinging and smashing it down. They were stepping on the training ground.

Dozens of unarmed people found a very open place 300 meters east of the Zhangjia Cave and spent three days leveling the land.

Since yesterday, this place has become a running training venue for these 180 heavenly soldiers.

Liu Zhenhua was very satisfied when he saw this scene. People can always get the pleasure of control from training their subordinates and get some sense of accomplishment from the training results.

The 180-man team all directly obeyed Liu Zhenhua's orders. Yang Lichao and Ren Hongli, who had high hopes from Liu Zhenhua, were considered captains of ten, each leading ten soldiers.

Liu Zhenhua has not been lazy these days. He trains with these people when he has time on weekdays. Although reputation points can be directly used in the mall to improve Liu Zhenhua's current physical fitness, the cost is too high, and as Liu Zhenhua's physical fitness improves, this number will still increase. It will get higher and higher.

Exercising now can save a lot of money, so why not do it. After he can no longer improve his physical fitness through exercise, it will not be too late to use reputation.

"Huh! Ha!"

Ren Hongli, standing at the head of the team on the right, looks particularly conspicuous. In recent days, the food has gotten better, and Ren Hongli has become a bit stronger. It is now late July, when the sun is very hot, and it is difficult to train under the sun for days. Making his skin darker.

He looked exactly like Zhang Fei. When he swung a steel bar, every time it hit something powerful, he would make a huge whirring sound. The people behind Ren Hongli were frightened. If he was hit, wouldn't his head explode like a watermelon? .

"It's still a little short."

Liu Zhenhua watched these people wielding steel bars and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The main weapon of Ming Dynasty soldiers was the spear.

How do you say that.

Ordinary soldiers have no more than three bodies, and if they have more than three bodies, they cannot be used, and they are endless (meaning endless) and can harm others.This means that long weapons cannot exceed three times the height of a person. The average height of modern people is still 1.7 meters. The Ming Dynasty was close to modern times, and the height was calculated as 1.7 meters. So long weapons should not exceed 5 meters. If it exceeds 5 meters, then Too bulky and useless on the battlefield.

At present, Liu Zhenhua's heavenly soldiers are armed with rebar, [-] meters long, only one-third of the size of ordinary soldiers. The two sides will definitely suffer in a duel.

"It's enough to deal with the servants now."

At this stage, the main enemies are still the servants, and further down are the Ming troops in the county. But thinking that Wang Er can lead a group of victims and hold a hatchet to capture Chengcheng County, Liu Zhenhua's worries disappear.

"stop!"

Liu Zhenhua stretched out his hand, spread his fingers, and faced the crowd with his palm.

More than a hundred people stopped together, held the rebar in their hands straight, and focused all their attention on Liu Zhenhua. After several days of training, their discipline was getting better and better.

"Let's take a rest today," Liu Zhenhua said.

After the Zhangjiacun villagers return, they will definitely bring people over tomorrow morning. Liu Zhenhua does not plan to give them porridge that day. He wants to wash and instill ideas in those people and fight the landlords with him.

After hearing this, everyone sat down and rubbed their sore and sore arms. Basically, they had not farmed for at least half a year and were engaged in too much physical labor. Now, they felt a little uncomfortable waving steel bars every day.

Yang Lichao walked quickly to Liu Zhenhua. He held the steel bar in his hand and looked at Liu Zhenhua happily, "Master, why don't you sharpen this rebar? Isn't this a spear that can be smashed, stabbed, and swung?" "

Liu Zhenhua looked at Yang Lichao with a strange expression, "If you can sharpen this rebar, you can try it."

He remembered that in the short video, there was a rebar ground into a needle. With the current level of craftsmanship, how could it be possible to sharpen rebar.

It's better to wait until he gets more reputation and exchange for some long-range weapons in the mall. "Speaking of which, the engineering soldiers are good to shovel down, but they are a bit expensive." The cheapest thing in the mall that can be used as a weapon is rebar, which is similar to physics. Liu Zhenhua estimated that the existence of the Holy Sword was because rebar was not classified as a weapon, but as a construction type, so it was cheaper.

"Well, Master, let's forget it."

This steel bar is a magic weapon. Yang Lichao knew it himself and did not think he could change the shape of the spear. He came here just to ask Liu Zhenhua to modify the weapon.

Liu Zhenhua has no such intention at the moment. With his strength, how can he cause the slightest damage to the magic weapon? He has tried it on weekdays and used this magic weapon to hit the stone. Even Hongli's bull can't damage the thread. The steel is not the same, but the stone is shattered.

"What, you want a spear?"

Liu Zhenhua asked.

Yang Lichao seemed a little embarrassed, but he still said to Liu Zhenhua: "Master, I have been using guns since I was ten years old. I have been studying with guns for many years. Now, although I have this magical weapon, I can only smash it. I can’t prick, but I’m a little uncomfortable with it.”

"But I also cherish this magic weapon very much. I just wonder if I can sharpen it so that I can use it more easily."

As if he was afraid that Liu Zhenhua would misunderstand, Yang Lichao quickly added that he really liked this magic weapon, which could be seen from the fact that he took good care of the new rebar in his hand.

Liu Zhenhua patted Yang Lichao's shoulder and said, "Let's use this rebar for now. There will be a good gun in the future."

"Okay, thank you young master."

Liu Zhenhua watched Yang Lichao walk away. He knew that a good gun was a good gun, and the American Iai was also a good gun. When the time comes, he would let Yang Lichao see what a truly good gun was.

"Master."

A voice came from behind, Liu Zhenhua turned around, it was Zhao Wanrong, holding the rebar in front of him, (.丨.), Liu Zhenhua touched his nose unconsciously.

He had this habit before he traveled through time. When he saw a slightly attractive woman, he would behave like this when talking to them. The low self-esteem of an otaku, Lezi Shushu basically has some habits that are embodied in physical behavior.

"I am a rich and handsome man. I am a rich and handsome man. I am so embarrassed."

Liu Zhenhua adjusted for a while, and then stared at Zhao Wanrong with his eyes. The latter lowered his head when he saw Liu Zhenhua's blazing eyes.

The famous philosopher Tong once said that when you look at a woman, you should first look at her eyes. If the other person doesn't look at you, you will just start looking down.

Liu Zhenhua scanned it.

"Master, your threaded rod has been wrapped for you," Zhao Wanrong's voice was as low as a whisper. She stretched out her hand and held the threaded rod with both hands with some effort.

If Liu Zhenhua hadn't had good ears, he would probably have heard a series of '嘤嘤嘤'.

"Thank you," Liu Zhenhua took the rebar that was half wrapped in cloth and said thank you.

"No thanks."

After leaving these two words behind, Zhao Wanrong turned around and trotted away.

That night.

A group of people rushed to the hilltop 500 meters south of Zhangjia cave dwelling.

(End of this chapter)