The battle lasted less than half an hour, and the unorganized bandit soldiers, who had lost their leader, were quickly reduced to pieces under the attack of the cavalry.
The horsemen charged back and forth twice before withdrawing from the battle. The infantry led by Liu Chengzu and Cao Yao completed the final hunt and expulsion of the thieves.
After the battle, Liu Chengzong tied the red flag to the grain cart, pulled a piece of cloth from Bai Yingzi's body and carefully wiped the blood on Yanling's knife. The most valuable skill he mastered was not the weapon skills, but what he learned from the Mizhi executioner.
Knife sharpening technology.
The master who taught him to sharpen the knife said that the knife should not be sheathed with blood. Blood is the essence of human soul. If the knife is sheathed with blood for a long time, resentment will arise.
Of course, most people would be dubious 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. If a knife that has seen blood is not handled carefully, the air inside the knife will not circulate when it is sheathed. Bacteria will breed and rust the weapon, and it will also have a bad smell.
That stench is resentment, and when it reaches that level, the knife cannot be used.
At this time, good knife sharpening skills are very important. The blade of the knife sharpened by Liu Chengzong can be used as a mirror, and blood cannot hang on it. As long as it is wiped clean with a cloth, no rust will be left. Just put some oil on it.
good.
Liu Chengzong would have planned to open a knife-sharpening shop in Yan'an Prefecture if He Renlong outside the martial arts examination room had not described the treatment of his servants in a very nice way, which coincided with his six-year martial arts training career.
With his knife-sharpening skills, he may not be able to hope for great wealth, but it is easy to support his family.
The infantry is cleaning the battlefield and counting the spoils and belongings.
When Cao Yao was free, he was looking around the village. When he saw Liu Chengzong here, he excitedly stepped forward and asked, "Did you catch him?"
"died."
Liu Chengzong cleaned the knife, stroked the small chip on the blade with his thumb, put the knife into its sheath, raised his chin on the ground to the side, pointed to the bridge of his nose and said: "The arrow was shot here, he didn't suffer, he bowed, the knife
On the back of the red flag, there are seven or eight kilograms of gunpowder, do you have anything of yours?"
Cao Yao was overjoyed when he heard this. He walked over and squatted on the body and looked at it for a long time. Then he turned back and patted Liu Chengzong and said: "Good shot, good shot! I don't want anything else, it's all
Is your knife bleeding?"
Liu Chengzong just nodded, but before he had time to speak, Cao Guandu had already taken over the words: "When your sister-in-law comes over, I will get you a pot of knife oil. We have gained a lot this time. We will hit the road later and find a place to stay.
Brother, I want to treat you to a good meal!"
With that said, Cao Yao found the sword that originally belonged to Bai Yingzi on the back of Hong Qi, took it out and looked at it, then turned around and cursed at the corpse: "The knife used by this bastard is quite good, but it was spent by mistake - if it weren't for the cavalry soldiers
Stay down, none of these thieves can escape."
It was a wild goose-wing knife. Compared with Liu Chengzong's Yanling waist knife, the blade had a similar curvature, and the tip of the knife had three small wing-like twists and turns.
The handle is also an inch longer, which is somewhere between a one-handed and two-handed knife. It can be chopped with one hand or held with both hands.
As for the wrong flower in Cao Yao's mouth, he said that this knife is made of folded and forged patterned steel. There are jagged patterns on the blade, so it is called dent steel. It looks the same as the so-called iron.
Because it is believed that the authentic bin iron came from the Western Regions, and the dentil steel knives that covered northern Shaanxi mostly came from Shanxi knifemakers, so they are also called fake bin iron by the world.
Although it is fake, the market price is very high.
In this regard, the knife is not only a practical weapon, but also an ornamental object for collection.
Listening to Cao Yao's words, he chuckled: "That thief is not worthy of such a good sword. It is the sword of a good family member in the circle, and it took less than an hour for him to get it."
"I plan to take this knife home. It's fine everywhere but the disguise is ugly. I'll go back and change the costume as a family heirloom. As for using it -"
Liu Chengzong pushed open the four-petal red copper knife frame of the plum blossom with his thumb, pulled out the newly wiped Yanling knife and stretched it: "Our official-made knife is still easy to use, but it is so distressing if the Shanxi knife breaks."
No matter how good the weapon is, it is also a consumable. Combat skills can minimize the wear and tear of the blade, but chipping is still very common in battle, even for expensive swords.
In fact, Liu Chengzong was very resistant to using better weapons.
Fighting is a dangerous matter that involves risking one's wealth and one's life. One must go all out and not have any distracting thoughts. Once he takes action and cares about the weapon and protects it, he is not far from death.
The blade of the Yanling Knife returned to a mirror surface after being wiped, and the blade clearly revealed two small gaps that had been filled by grinding. These were left by an accidental sword fight with the Mongolians in Hetao during an encounter with the Mongolians in Hetao last year when they went to burn wasteland outside the Great Wall with the troops.
As for this battle, although he also used a knife after shooting Bai Yingzi to death, few of the thieves had received serious training, not to mention being overtaken by the cavalry and taking away their momentum. It was too confusing.
Even if you tell the thief that he is about to draw a knife and let others block it, they will not be able to stop it. You can just drag the knife over on horseback and there is no need to use all your strength to chop at the bones.
The Yan Ling knife was only stained with a little blood, and the unlucky guy who got stabbed had an iron object hanging on his body, adding two innocuous minor scratches to the mirror surface of the blade.
Cao Yao was still immersed in the joy of killing Bai Yingzi. He looked at the wild goose wing knife again and again, and kept mumbling: "I don't think there is anything wrong with this Mongolian cross knife. What a good knife."
, fell into the hands of this thief."
"Lion, don't you think this world is strange? The poor can only survive by selling their mothers-in-law and dolls to others. They still don't have enough to eat, and they may not even have any offspring until they die."
He held up the Wild Goose Wing Knife, squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the horse-tooth forging pattern on the knife, and glanced at Liu Chengzong: "This wealthy family doesn't have to be an official family, they are just a wealthy family from a small village in the wilderness. Look at his knife."
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"If you put it in the hands of those nobles from the Beijing camp in Baoding who didn't go into battle, you could sell it for fifty taels just by polishing it."
That's not what Cao Yao wanted to say. He put down his sword and slowly sheathed it, looking at Liu Chengzong: "How can a poor person not be jealous or resentful?"
As he spoke, he put the sword, which he said was worth forty 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,
This village today is all the villages tomorrow.
If Liaodong is in chaos, and if Shaanxi is in chaos again, the whole world will be in chaos, and the world will only get worse and worse. Like your post soldier brother named Li Hongji, if you want to be an obedient citizen, you will only starve to death.
Wait until you are too hungry to think of anything else. You deserve to starve to death. While you still have the strength, you should go and rob others."
Liu Chengzong was happy and got off the grain cart briskly. The Cao Guan team was still on the united front.
Today's battle has proved one thing without a doubt, that is, these two groups of frontier troops are both Yuhe Fort's problem soldiers, and they can still have an absolute advantage over a ragtag army that is twice or even three times larger.
To put it bluntly, a group of frontier soldiers who have been starving for a long time have overwhelming combat effectiveness against a mob of three hundred people. Once they have enough to eat, there will be a lot more they can do.
It may not be impossible to conquer a county seat.
Liu Chengzu felt that this guy just wanted to attack the county. He smiled happily and waved his hands: "It's better to go back to the Black Dragon King Temple Mountain first. It's normal for poor people to be jealous of rich people. People will be jealous of those who are better than themselves and want to become better.
More or less, that's not a problem."
"The problem is that things are getting worse for poor people these days."