C85 (1/2)

Master you said: ”this dagger is still suitable for close combat. According to a certain point of view, scouts can be equipped, and the rest can be added to the existing weapons according to their intention.”

That's the insight!

War in the age of cold weapons is different from that of hot weapons. What is suitable for the age of hot weapons is not necessarily suitable for the era of cold weapons.

In Tang Dynasty, there were horse farms and cavalry fought with weapons suitable for cavalry. In the Song Dynasty, the loss of the Sixteen States of Yanyun led to the loss of the land for horse herding. The lack of war horses naturally brought about the reform of combat weapons. In the later dynasties, there was no money.

Xue Lang said: ”master you, you can use what you can use.”

Master you nodded, flipped the dagger in his hand, looked at it carefully, and suddenly ”eh” said, ”the craft of this dagger is not good! The color of the outer layer is not the original color. What is the way to do it? ”

Xue Lang grabs the head, which he really does not understand. He can only pick up the things he has learned roughly and says: ”it seems that the outside is coated with a layer of film, which can not only prevent rust, but also prevent corrosion, making the dagger more durable. It's said that it's added something called chromium and nickel. ”

Master you stepped forward and seized Xue Lang's arm excitedly: ”chromium? Nickel? What is that? ”

Xue Lang patted him and said, ”it's a kind of metal. It's said that it's the associated ore in the lead mine. I don't know about it, I don't understand it.”

Master you sighed: ”Oh, why don't you understand it! Since Xue Zhubo likes cutting tools, he should know more about them. ”

Xue Lang humorously replied: ”master you, you like to eat eggs. Do you still want to study how the eggs come out?”

Master you was speechless by him and went to study with a dagger.

After spending the afternoon in the workshop, it was time for dinner that Xue Lang returned home. In the turbulence of the carriage, Xue Lang suddenly thought, I don't know master you's iron making skills. Can you help him make a steering bearing?

Immediately thought, even if there are bearings, how to solve the problem of friction? There's no butter now! By the way, how is butter made? Looks like a petrochemical product?

……

Well, Xue Lang's thinking is divergent again!

By the time he got back to the Fengyuan, he was already in a bad mood. He wanted to leave a last word for future generations, and let them strive to enclosure the land in Siberia, occupy all the future oil producing areas in advance, and then wait for a comfortable day when he lies at home to count money.

It's divergent, it's boundless.

Before entering the door, Wanfu came to report: ”to Lang Jun, Ma Duwei and his son have been waiting for him for a long time.”

”Who?”