Chapter 217 Master Lu

Li Xinfan took Ouyang Ming's hand, and the two walked side by side.

Ouyang Ming was very unaccustomed to this kind of action, but Li Xinfan didn't intend to let go at all, so he could only reluctantly follow.

Along the way, many soldiers saw this scene, and their faces all showed disbelief.

Li Xinfan is the real commander of an army.

Although the Changlong Fucheng military camp also has five armies, compared with the Lin Haijun camp, the authority in the Fucheng military camp is relatively concentrated.

Within Lin Haijun's camp, the strengths of the five army leaders and generals are not much different, and they are all of Yang rank.

However, in the Fucheng barracks, there is only one ancestor-level strong man. No one in the barracks dared not follow his orders. In the eyes of many ordinary soldiers, Li Xinfan has even broken away from the category of human beings, and is almost the same as a god.

However, such a super strong man is now holding a young man's hand and talking about something in a pleasant manner. It seems that the status between the two of them is not high or low, but equal to each other.

For a while, many soldiers also secretly guessed and inquired about Ouyang Ming's identity while saluting one after another.

However, after a long time, the word Ouyang Ming had spread throughout the entire barracks, and many soldiers suddenly realized it, and when they saluted again, they paid more and more respect.

Ouyang Ming was stared at by countless people, and said in a low voice: "General, there is no need to mobilize the crowd like this."

"necessary."

"What?" Ouyang Ming asked in surprise.

Li Xinfan said slowly: "You are the hero of our soldiers,

I want them to see, let them remember you. "The expression on his face remained the same, but his voice was a little more emotional: "I hope that when they encounter similar things in the future, they can also draw their swords and seek justice for us. "

Ouyang Ming was stunned for a moment, then said in a low voice, "General Li, you are encouraging them..."

"No, I didn't encourage anything. I just hope that the blood in the military will not be contaminated and tarnished by the world."

Ouyang Ming was silent for a while, and finally he straightened his chest and followed Li Xinfan with his head held high.

From a high-level standpoint, Li Xinfan's approach is not advisable. However, at this moment Li Xinfan behaved like a real soldier.

No matter what his ultimate goal is, as long as he is still a soldier, Ouyang Ming is willing to walk with him.

The military camp in Fucheng was very large, and it took them more than half an hour to arrive at the equipment camp.

When he saw the equipment camp, Ouyang Ming couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Because the equipment battalion here is really different from the equipment battalion in Lin Haijun's camp.

In the Lin Hai Equipment Battalion, every senior arms blacksmith occupies a forging room, while the rest of the blacksmiths make do with it. As for those ordinary blacksmiths who don't even have arms, their status is even lower, and they often exist only as assistants.

Therefore, the territory of the Linhai Equipment Camp is not very large, and it is controlled by the Qianliang Camp.

However, the equipment battalion in Fucheng seems to be completely different. The scope of this equipment battalion is far beyond his imagination. Not only that, at a glance, Ouyang Ming could see many open flames burning. In front of each open flame, there was a forging table, and each strongman beat with various instruments.

He was no stranger to the actions of these people, and Ou Yangming had gone through a similar stage before he got the ammunition.

They are all blacksmiths without arms, or it would be more appropriate to describe them as ordinary blacksmiths.

"General Li, this is..." Ouyang Ming asked in surprise.

Li Xinfan finally let go of his hand. He smiled slightly and said, "Master Ou, how much equipment can you forge in a day?"

Ouyang Ming was startled, and said hesitantly, "A dozen or so pieces are always fine."

If he goes all out and lowers the requirements for equipment, it is naturally impossible to have so few. However, for an ordinary arms blacksmith, such a standard is already enough for a job.

Li Xinfan nodded slowly, and said: "If each arms blacksmith can forge ten pieces of equipment every day, how much equipment can all the arms blacksmiths add up?" He paused, then said: "Our entire army, how much equipment is worn out every day?"

Ouyang Ming's eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized, "I see, what they made is ordinary equipment."

Li Xinfan smiled and said, "That's right, what the arms blacksmith makes is a high-quality product. However, the equipment used by ordinary soldiers is the real big one, and these equipment are basically made by ordinary blacksmiths."

Ouyang Ming nodded again and again, as Li Xinfan said, if the equipment of ordinary sergeants had to be made by arms blacksmiths, then even if all the arms blacksmiths in the world were exhausted to death, they would not be able to complete this task.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd below, and several people left the equipment camp and ran towards them.

"General Li, why are you here when you have time?" The first person was tall and his voice was loud. Judging from his strength, it seems that he only has a Yin-grade cultivation, but he is more casual when talking to Li Xinfan, the leader of the army and the ancestor of the Jidao.

Li Xinfan chuckled and said, "Master Lu, I brought you a colleague."

"Going together?" Master Lu was stunned, his eyes glanced over Ouyang Ming's body, he didn't stop at all, but quickly fell behind them. The next moment, his eyes lit up immediately, a sincere smile appeared on his face, and he walked over laughing.

The smile on Li Xinfan's face froze slightly, watching Master Lu bypassing himself and Ouyang Ming, and walking straight to the rear.

Ouyang Ming was amused, this Master Lu must be an important figure in the equipment battalion, otherwise he would not dare to treat Li Xinfan like this.

"Oh, old craftsman, you're finally willing to come here!" Master Lu walked down with a smile, came to old craftsman, opened his arms, and gave him a big hug directly.

The old craftsman also shouted happily: "Brother Lu, we meet again."

The two arms masters embraced warmly, and Master Lu smiled and said: "Old Craftsman, I have already said that at your level, staying in the corner of Lin Haijun's camp is definitely a big waste. Haha , I am now trying to overcome the difficulty of the hardness of the equipment, it is great that you can come to help!"

The expressions of Zhong Yunda and the two of them suddenly became rather ugly. What is a corner, this kind of face-to-face ridicule can also be said so loudly.

The old craftsman looked embarrassed, and said: "Brother Lu, although the Lin Haijun camp is a bit small, it can still produce good seedlings. As soldiers, it's not the same where we serve?"

Master Lu shook his head and said, "It's different, absolutely different!"

Li Xinfan coughed heavily, and said, "Master Lu, I haven't introduced you yet."

Master Lu shook his head, and said: "General Li, no need to introduce, old craftsman and I have been friends for many years, and he has been invited several times to enter our equipment camp, but he refused to accept." After a pause, he shouted: "General, you must keep him this time. With him to study together, we may really be able to improve the hardness of the equipment a little bit!"

Li Xinfan's face darkened slightly, and he said, "Master Lu, the one I introduced to you is not an old craftsman." After all, he is an extreme patriarch, and he was naturally upset when he was interrupted repeatedly. .

Master Lu was taken aback, his eyes finally left Old Craftsman, glanced at Zhong Yunda and Wang Zhongtong, and said, "You two are..."

Zhong Yunda said coldly: "We are blacksmiths from the Linhai Armament Battalion, and we have met Master Lu."

Master Lu was stunned for a moment, and said with a sneer, "So it's my colleague, ha ha, ha ha..." Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Ou Yangming almost laughed out loud.

Li Xinfan shook his head helplessly. Obviously, even he was a little speechless due to the temperament of Master Lu.

"Master Lu, this is Master Ouyang Ming, come here and get to know him."

Master Lu turned his head and followed Li Xinfan's gesture to look at Ouyang Ming. He blinked hard and said, "Master? You said he..."

Li Xinfan said in a deep voice: "Master Lu, Master Ou is a true blacksmith master, you should ask him for advice."

"Ask?" Master Lu rolled his eyes and glanced at Ouyang Ming again, but with a hint of disdain.

If we talk about other things, in terms of General Li, he can forget it, but when it comes to forging skills, he has full confidence: "General, you don't know that forging is a skill that requires a lot of experience. , if you don't have enough experience, no matter how talented you are, it's useless. Hey, Ouyang Ming, this name is so familiar..."

Li Xinfan couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Master Lu, you still remember the name Ouyang Ming, it's really... not easy!"

A person beside Master Lu stepped forward and whispered something in his ear.

He suddenly looked puzzled, and said: "Oh, it turned out to be him." He gave Ouyang Ming a thumbs up, and said: "Young man, you did a good job."

The old craftsman hurriedly said: "Xiao Ming, Master Lu praised you, why don't you hurry up and thank you!"

Ouyang Ming smiled wryly, thinking in his heart, should he show a flattered look to please the old craftsman?

Master Lu said in surprise, "Old Craftsman, who is he?"

The old craftsman raised his head and said proudly: "He is my disciple, I taught him alone." Being able to teach a disciple like Ouyang Ming is the greatest pride in his life.

Master Lu's gaze softened immediately, and he said, "So it's your disciple, um, there should be two brushes, you can give us a hand."

However, what made him feel strange was that as soon as he said this sentence, he felt that the atmosphere around him was obviously different.

Whether it's Li Xinfan or the guards around him.

There was a very strange expression on their faces, especially their eyes, which had a color that made him feel uncomfortable.

It was as if... as if he had turned into a clown, which made them feel a deep smile.

Master Lu stretched out his hand, touched his cheek and neck, and wondered in his heart, could it be that he was ridiculed because he was covered with too much dust today?

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