Insufficient balance

  As he was calling out for that Safuwan, Zhao Wuji arrived at the back hall. Although this guy is a villain, but here it must be said that he has some good points.

  "Go get me my spear!"

  At this time, Lü Shi was sitting in the back hall, sitting in front of the window doing needlework, wearing a palace dress that Zhao family women often wore.

  She has passed the age of blooming flowers, but due to good maintenance, she still has a full noblewoman temperament. Even in her gestures and movements, there is still the capable and efficient air of that young maid from back then.

  At this moment, she was doing needlework with several maidservants, chatting and laughing. The sound of her husband's footsteps made her stop what she was doing.

  That spear to Zhao Wuji represents what, how could she not be clear. That is Zhao Wuji's elder brother Zhao Weinan, in the manner of the Great Song, spent several years making a long spear for Zhao Wuji.

  Although she wasn't clear about what story was behind it, she knew that Zhao Wuji used to often stare blankly at that long spear.

  Lü didn't know that her husband had suddenly thought of that thing which often made him uncomfortable, so she tentatively asked a question.

  "Old master, that thing is still in the attic, or else this afternoon..."

  Zhao Wuji sat down on the chair and waved his hand at those maids.

  "Go get it, I'll wait here!"

  Lü nodded and sent the maids away, looking at her husband with some worry. She could clearly feel that her husband had been absent-minded lately, and women often tend to think of things in a bad way.

  "Old man, what's going on here..."

  Zhao Wuji furrowed his brow and waved his hand, indicating that she should not ask any more questions. His rigid face also made it impossible for people to see what he was thinking in his heart.

  In no time, the girls brought over that long spear. The heavy long spear was a bit too much for their weak and slender bodies.

  However, intermarrying with locals also changed their physical appearance. Although they lost the elegance and beauty of Song Dynasty women, they gained the robust physique of Arab women.

  So after several girls worked together, they were able to carry it.

  Zhao Wuji's expression was complex as he looked at the long spear in the long leather bag. He had a desire to reach out and touch it, feeling its smooth body and the spirituality it possessed.

  "My brother, this is the weapon you will wield on the battlefield in the future, with it..."

  But just as his fingers touched the cowhide pouch, he suddenly remembered his brother's words. This made his fingers shrink back as if they had been scalded.

  "Have someone take it to the front hall!"

  After finishing speaking, he hastily left, and from the back view, it looked like a war horse fleeing in disarray on the battlefield.

  When he returned to the front hall, Safo Wan, who had been called over, was already waiting there for Zhao Wuji.

  He wore a black cloak of the kind that Mameluke cavalrymen often wore, and his face was also obscured by a black veil, so that it was impossible to discern his true features.

  But his eyes, those cold and cruel yet ferocious and savage eyes, were extremely distinctive.

  Zhao Wuji looked at him, his eyes cold and piercing like a fierce beast ready to pounce on its prey. His gaze conveyed an unspeakable disgust, and then he sat heavily in the chair, letting out a long sigh.

  "Get out of here, all of you! Let me talk to Safowan alone."

  After the servants waiting in the hall left, Zhao Wuji gave Sa Fuwan his most unpleasant order.

  "Take off your veil!"

  This sentence was nothing, yet it immediately brought out a fiery color in the black eyes of this Sapho-like person. In the black pupils, there were two bright torches.

  Zhao Wuji had no idea how painful and helpless it was for these Mamluks to wear a headscarf.

  They are not ordinary men, these slave soldiers trained in the Arab way, but they have learned to speak Chinese in Youlinzhuang. Unconsciously, they have also adopted some views of the Han people.

  Eunuch!

  As inhumane men, existing in this world is undoubtedly a sorrow. Twisted souls also make them cunning and ruthless.

  When the veil left Safowan's face, a young face was exposed. If not for the resentment in his black eyes, he would still be considered a handsome man. His chin was as smooth as a woman's, and that was probably why they wore veils.

  "Hum, I know you hate me!"

  Zhao Wuji felt the other person's gaze but didn't care at all. He coldly snorted, he had plenty of ways to deal with this kind of person.

  "This is for you, come and take it!"

  Zhao Wuji raised his chin with the long spear that his attendants had brought, and this time he didn't even stretch out a finger.

  His gaze fell on the cowhide bag wrapped around the spear, and he trembled slightly without drawing attention.

  The cowhide bag was just like it used to be, only nobody had touched it for ages and it was covered in dust. When the cowhide bag was untied, a thick layer of oil paper inside was revealed, wrapping the entire long spear tightly inside.

  As the long strip of oil paper left, the appearance of this spear was revealed.

  The black long spear was smooth and shiny, with a golden dragon pattern wrapped around the spear body. All the way to the spearhead, it was a copper-cast gilt dragon head.

  A black spearhead with golden patterns, forged from Uzi steel, protruded from the dragon's mouth.

  The thick blade spine makes it heavy and solid, from 2/3 of the spearhead, there is a deep groove carved by a knife axe like a swallowtail. If this thing is inserted into the abdomen, blood will almost be emptied instantly.

  Near the gradually sharp spearhead, there are three big characters in thin gold body - Dragon Tooth Saw.

  Safowan, who knew Chinese characters, noticed that the dragon-toothed spearhead did not have a sharp blade, but rather some dense, sawtooth-like markings.

  Familiar and fond of the bayonet, Safowan's eyes gleamed with joy. Although this saw blade was not sharp, it was no problem to use on horseback. Especially with the momentum of the horse, the sharpness of the saw blade was even more superior than a sharp blade.

  The spearhead's similarly gilded hilt, however, was cast into a sharp, dragon-tail-like shape. If a warhorse were to gallop past and be swept by this dragon-shaped hilt, it would undoubtedly lose its head and bleed profusely.

  "This is called a guandao, the blade of our Great Song Dynasty. It resembles the long spears used here, but the pole is an entirely different matter. Today, I shall bestow upon you this Dragon's Tooth Saw!"

  Zhao Wuji said these words when he deeply believed that he had successfully made the newly unveiled Sapho no longer hate him, but next was to make him hate another person.

  The spear is eight feet long and is called a qiang. The main difference between this and the long spears used by the Mamluks lies in the pole.

  The Song Dynasty's Miao Gun's pole is made from the main trunk of top-grade nanmu wood, stripped into coarse and fine strips. The fine strips are repeatedly soaked in oil until they no longer deform or crack, completing the first step. This is a process that takes almost a year to complete.

  After a year, take out the rattan strips and air-dry them in a shaded area for several months. Then use high-quality lacquer to bond them into a single thick piece, eight feet long (note: Chinese foot), with an outer layer wrapped in hemp rope.

  After the hemp rope is dry, apply a layer of raw lacquer and wrap it with Kudzu cloth. Apply one layer and wrap one layer until it can be cut off with a knife, the pole emits a metallic sound but does not crack, only then is it considered qualified.

  In the Song Dynasty, this kind of spear was often a symbol of hereditary generals from noble families and was absolutely not something that ordinary people could easily possess.

  Sai Fook Wan suddenly knelt down to Zhao Wuji, and he was not kneeling on one knee like Mamruq, but rather on both knees.

  Even as he knelt down, his forehead touched the ground.

  Zhao Wuji nodded in satisfaction, a smile finally appearing on his face.

  "Alright, that's it! I'm going to assign you a task. Before assigning this task, however, I need to tell you something - your brothers were killed by whose hands!"

  As he said this, Sapho's back shook slightly as he lay on the ground. His heart seemed to have returned to that time when he went to kill a young man.

  He didn't know who he was chasing, and for a man whose profession was killing, it wasn't an issue either. But in that one instance, his team of over thirty cavalry brothers had been reduced to just him today.

  What's the point of a Mamluk cavalry squadron leader living in this world without his men under his command. And that was exactly him, and the reason he had just harbored resentment.

  As a ruthless Mamluk cavalryman, they could only enjoy the tenderness of women by transferring their preferences to matters.

  So some Mamluk cavalry loved money, some loved horses, but he loved the blade. At this moment, having obtained a divine weapon, his heart had already forgotten Zhao Wuji's wrongs.

  As soon as Zhao Wuji said these words, it was like pouring a bucket of ice water from winter into his heart that had been burning with excitement because he got the Dragon Tooth Saw.

  He suddenly lifted his head, and the black pupils emitted a grievance that made Zhao Wuji feel unbearable. Another flame of revenge was burning more fiercely in these black pupils.

  "Yes, master, I beg of you, tell me!"

  "Hmm, I'll tell you, the one who killed those brothers with the strange gun is actually my nephew - Zhao Fubo!"

  When Zhao Wuji mentioned Zhao Fubo's name, Safo was bewildered.

  "Could it be..."

  Before he could even think of what Zhao Wuji meant, Zhao Wuji had already spoken out the idea he had just guessed.

  "Safuwan, the reason I sent you to receive Mamluk training back then was really an unavoidable thing. I know I owe you a lot, but you know I've always treated you like my own son..."

  When Zhao Wuji spoke with emotion, although he didn't shed tears, his eyes had already turned red.

  At this time, a warm current rose in Safu's cold heart.

  "Yes, who am I? I'm Zhao Zhuang's adopted son, a son he bought. I..."

  Before he could warm up his emotional heart, Zhao Wuji had already arranged something that he must do with a cool head.

  "I'm giving you a chance, the Yellow Sand City is going to hold a martial arts tournament. If you want revenge, go for it! Although by rights, you two are sworn brothers, but that's a proper place for a duel..."