"Drink! Ha! Kill!..."
On the training ground, thousands of soldiers were wearing armor, holding swords, guns, bows, arrows and shields, forming formations, slashing and shooting under the scorching sun.
A masculine smell mixed with the strong smell of sweat permeated the playground, making people feel their blood rushing and making it difficult to control themselves.
Not far from the training ground, at the outermost part of a row of buildings, a half-grown boy watched with bright eyes the thousands of soldiers practicing freely in the field, with envy flashing in his eyes.
Huo Ran, from behind him, a big hand stretched out and grabbed his neck.
"Ouch, old man, please be gentle, it hurts..."
"Humph, now you know it hurts? I asked you to forge iron, but you come here to watch the drill. Do you want my old man to give you a drill?"
The young man shivered with excitement and said quickly: "Old man, it's my fault. Don't do it!"
An old man with half-white hair grabbed the young man's neck, picked him up, turned a few corners, and entered a house.
"Ouyang Ming, I know you want to join them. But you are not good enough now!" The old man waved his hand and threw him into the house, saying, "Let's think about it when you grow up!"
Ouyang Ming grinned and rubbed the painful spot on his neck, saying, "Old man, I have grown up!"
"You?" The old man glanced at him with disdain and ignored him. He reached out from the corner and took out a broken knife. This was a military knife, but it was broken at the handle and was already scrapped.
The old man took the broken knife and looked east and west. After a long while, he aligned the broken part and placed it on a platform. Then, he gave a soft drink, rubbed his hands together a few times, and a flash of fire suddenly appeared, covering the fracture.
Ouyang Ming's eyes suddenly widened. He carefully stood up straight and watched silently, not daring to make any noise.
Although the old man scolded and kicked him, Ouyang Ming knew that in this barracks, this humble old guy was the only one who truly treated him well.
After burning the incense for a long time, the old man took a long breath and withdrew his hand. Some sweat stains were faintly visible on his forehead, but when the fire light dissipated, the broken saber on the platform had been reattached.
Ouyang Ming stepped forward, picked up the sword, and looked at it carefully for a long time. He clicked his tongue and said: "Old man, you are really amazing! This connection is so flawless. Haha, in this military camp, you, Definitely this!" He gave a thumbs up and shook it several times.
A proud smile flashed across the old man's face, and he suddenly said: "How about it, do you want to learn?"
Ouyang Ming sighed and said, "Of course I want to learn, but I don't have the opportunity..."
The method used by the old man was a secret art in the military. The arms forging method gifted by the imperial dynasty was not something that ordinary people could covet.
Ouyang Ming was originally an orphan and grew up eating hundreds of meals in a village. By chance, he entered this military camp as a helper, but he met the same lonely old man and learned the blacksmithing craft from him. However, ordinary crafts are easy to learn, but arms are elusive.
The old man chuckled, with a rather proud look on his face, and said, "By the way, take this knife to Zhang Yinfan, he will come to see you if he has something to do."
Ouyang Ming frowned and said, "I'm not going! That miser, he's definitely up to no good with me!"
The old man's eyes widened, he kicked him over, and said, "Why don't you go quickly?!"
Ouyang Ming dodged the kick deftly and shouted: "Yes, yes, yes, as ordered." He took the repaired saber and ran away quickly.
Behind him, the old man shook his head and sighed: "I don't know if I can change this lazy temper in the future. Hey, here I go, I hope he has this opportunity."
Ouyang Ming took three steps at a time and arrived at the rear of the military camp. Zhang Yinfan was also a force in the army, a money and grain officer in charge of logistics. Although it is not a full-time job, it is still one of the deputy positions that holds real power.
Arriving at the rear camp, Ouyang Ming handed the sword to the accountant. Just as he was about to speak, the official in charge of the account smiled and said, "Your kid is finally here. Mr. Zhang has given orders. Come in quickly."
Ouyang Ming responded and entered the back camp, but he felt a little uneasy in his heart.
Because he really couldn't figure out how a big shot like Zhang Yinfan could find a nobody like him.
Entering a house, a middle-aged man inside looked up. He was a white-faced scholar with a feminine aura about him that seemed incompatible with the masculinity of the military.
"Master Zhang, are you looking for a villain?" Ouyang Ming bent down and asked respectfully.
Zhang Yinfan nodded and said: "You are Ouyang Ming, sit down." He actually took it upon himself to pour a cup of tea for Ouyang Ming.
Ouyang Ming was surprised and happy. In his eyes, Zhang Yinfan was already an unattainable figure. But being so kind today made him even more uneasy.
"Ouyang Ming, what's your relationship with Old Carpenter?" Zhang Yinfan asked abruptly.
Ouyang Ming was startled and said quickly: "The villain is the old craftsman's assistant, doing odd jobs for him."
"Oh, is he just a helper?" Zhang Yinfan's eyes were bright, as if he didn't believe it.
Ouyang Ming quickly cursed and swore, saying: "The villain is indeed a helper. If you don't believe me, just ask. If I deceive you, I am willing to die under the knife."
Zhang Yinfan finally softened his expression and smiled: "I see." He pondered for a moment and then said: "Ouyang Ming, I have something to discuss with you, do you want to do it?"
Ouyang Ming stood up and said cautiously: "Sir, what are your orders?"
Zhang Yinfan had a friendly smile on his face and said: "Ouyang Ming, you have worked hard following the old craftsman. Haha, I wonder if you are willing to come to my Qianliang Camp?" He said slowly: "If you are willing to come, I will I will protect you as a formal soldier."
Ouyang Ming suddenly looked up, his face full of disbelief.
Looking at his expression, Zhang Yinfan nodded with satisfaction and said: "The old craftsman has found a job for you, but in my opinion, this job is not suitable for you." He clapped his hands gently, and a A handsome boy about the same age as Ouyang Ming walked out of the inner room.
"This is my nephew Zhang Hanyu." Zhang Yinfan said coldly: "Later, I will take you to meet with some superiors. You refused the job in front of them and recommended Hanyu to take over. Do you understand? ?”
Ouyang Ming is not that old, but he is not the kind of ignorant person. More than ten years of lonely life have taught him a lot.
This is not a blessing at all, but Zhang Yinfan has made it clear that he wants to plunder the benefits!
Seeing Ouyang Ming murmuring, Zhang Yinfan's face turned cold and he said coldly: "You serve as a servant under the old craftsman, and you are under my jurisdiction. Hehe, if you don't obey the order, you should know what will happen, right?"
Ouyang Ming's expression changed unpredictably, and he naturally heard the strong threat in this sentence.
Zhang Yinfan said with a cold face: "You have to think clearly. If you listen to me, I will not only guarantee you a position as a formal soldier, but also give you a reward of one hundred taels of silver. If you don't listen..." His voice gradually faded. It became smaller and thinner, and the temperature of the entire room seemed to drop a bit.
Ouyang Ming's heart trembled. He felt the skin on his body ache slightly, and he immediately knew that Zhang Yinfan had murderous intentions.
He was so frightened that he fell to the ground and immediately shouted: "Young man obeys your orders and is willing to obey your master's orders!"
Only then did Zhang Yinfan's expression soften. He pulled Ouyang Ming up and personally dusted off his clothes, saying, "Okay, I appreciate young people like this the most. Remember your promise, Come with me."
Ouyang Ming obeyed and followed Zhang Yinfan together with Zhang Hanyu.
Along the way, he took a peek and saw Zhang Hanyu's face was excited, and there was even more unconcealable ecstasy in his eyes.
Ouyang Ming complained endlessly in his heart, Old Craftsman, is the job you got for me a blessing or a curse...
Not long after, they had arrived at a house in the back camp.
In the inner hall, there was an old man in brocade clothes sitting leisurely. When he saw Zhang Yinfan, he stood up and laughed and said, "Master Zhang, you brought this person here."
Zhang Yinfan said respectfully: "In response to my lord, the official has already brought Ouyang Ming." He stretched out his hand to touch Ouyang Ming and said: "Sir, the official has informed Ouyang Ming of this matter. However, he knows that his luck is shallow and he does not Dare to accept it. So, I want to give this opportunity to a friend.”
"Transfer a friend?" The old man in Jinyi curled his lips slightly and looked at Zhang Yinfan with a half-smile, but there was no smile in his eyes.
Zhang Yinfan felt a chill in his heart and said quickly: "My lord, you and my brother are ministers in the same palace. My brother often mentions you to the official, praising you for being selfless and perceptive, and asking the official to learn more from you."
The old man in golden clothes was startled. He hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed softly and said: "I came here under the order of the court to perform my duties. As long as everything is in compliance with the rules, I will do it according to the rules."
Zhang Yinfan's face was filled with joy and he said: "Yes, your lord is wise!" He turned around and said: "Ouyang Ming, this is Mr. Hu from the Imperial Inspection Department, please hurry up and see me!"
Ouyang Ming responded tremblingly, "I've met Mr. Hu."
The old man in Jinyi smiled and said: "I, Inspector Hu Yicheng, what is your name?"
Ouyang Ming cursed in his heart, didn't he ask knowingly, but he said respectfully: "The villain's equipment camp Ouyang Ming, Master Hu is safe."
Hu Yicheng nodded lightly and said: "Okay, I want to ask you, are you unwilling to accept the arms and transfer this opportunity to him?" He glanced at Zhang Hanyu behind Zhang Yinfan and asked slowly.
Zhang Hanyu's eyes immediately lit up, and the muscles in his body even tensed slightly.
This handsome young man has always looked calm and calm, but it was only at this moment that he really showed his nervousness.
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