Insufficient balance

  Abdul Matin took advantage of his father's confidential conversation with Zhao Wuji and seemed to have some secrets too.

  Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, he quietly came to a corner of the viewing platform. There sat his sister Oria, who looked like she was only about fourteen or fifteen years old.

  She wore an Arabian-style black Abaya long gown, although due to religious regulations, she couldn't wear the popular Tang Dynasty cheongsam in the desert city, but the dark flowers on her robe also expressed a girl's love for beauty.

  A gentle breeze blew by, and the thin Abaya robe was blown to wrap around her body, only then revealing her tender beauty.

  Although she looks a bit more plump than Shu Qi due to her Arab ancestry, but compared to Shu Qi's skin, hers is much worse.

  I don't know if you believe it or not, but the girls back then were mature beyond their years. Her purpose for being here was to see how much Brother could take, almost as if she wanted to blow him up like a real man of Allah.

  "He's wearing strange armor and there's a weird red tassel on his head!"

  At this time, Abdul Matin said that Zhao Fubo's words were perfect everywhere, and he was a flawless and perfect man.

  "You don't understand, little sister. That's the fine scale armor of the Great Song Dynasty. Underlaid with some composite armor, I don't know how to explain it, but in short, it's better than our helmets and armor."

  Originally, Martin had intended to make a set of armor said to be the pinnacle of scale armor, and according to the craftsmen from the Zhao family in Huangsha City, making a set of scale armor was not a difficult task.

  It's just that the timing of the martial arts competition is too close, and secondly, Martin doesn't want to be too ostentatious. After all, before the martial arts competition is settled, revealing too much will only make the already precarious environment even more treacherous.

  So he modified the fish scale armor as a temporary solution. As for the mountain character armor, he was already conducting physical tests on individual armor leaves, which still belonged to future plans.

  Zhao Fubo and Mu Ke's armor, which appears to be a traditional Chinese style cuirass, is actually not as simple as it seems.

  First of all, the skirt-like fish scale armor on his chest, to be honest, Martin wanted to laugh when he saw this thing, because he thought of the suspender skirts that women wore in his era.

  Overall, Martin did not make major changes to Song's armor. It is still mainly wrapped in a cloak style, relying on straps and other objects to connect the various parts of the armor together.

  The only change is that he probably read more comics, Zhao Fubo and Mu Ke came up with a piece each, making a plate-like chest armor similar to muscle shape, with internal reinforced ribs. Apart from this, the biggest change should be the lining material of these scales.

  Originally made from thick cowhide, Martens reduced the thickness of the leather and added a second layer, with several layers of silk in between.

  According to his understanding of history, Mongolian cavalrymen often wore silk under their chainmail. This was not for aesthetic purposes but because after being shot with arrows, the silk would help prevent the arrow from penetrating too deeply into the flesh.

  Then it was accomplished on Zhao Fu's body, between the real heavy armor (plate armor) and light armor (mail or ring armor), the middle armor. Important parts use scale armor with better protective power, and other parts use mail to prevent arrows.

  Oria's inquiry was shut down by her brother with a somewhat impatient tone.

  The little girl was somewhat sulky and angry, her face covered with a veil, Abdul Matin didn't notice at all.

  "Do you know, he's an extremely skilled warrior, even Emin and Basel can't beat him. The spear... no, it's a halberd, which is the weapon of the Great Song Dynasty, although similar to our spears..."

  He kept talking to himself, but didn't know that his sister stood up and stared at the group of warriors outside.

  "Look, look, there's one wearing silver armor and a white cloak, he looks so handsome!"

  Abdul Matin looked at his sister, who was in a daze, with a puzzled expression. He took out a small wooden box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a compact binoculars.

  This is another new product of Martin's, simple four small lenses plus a wooden box, became the sharp tool for watching various matches.

  "Which one...the one wearing silver armor..."

  Abdul Matin didn't quite believe his sister's taste, he didn't think his sister could pick a better man than the one he had chosen for him.

  And even if she finds out, it doesn't matter, after all, the marriage between Zhao's family and ours is already a done deal.

  "No way, Oria, you actually have a crush on him?! My God, it seems like you're still an immature little fool!"

  Beautiful eyes stared up, long eyelashes below were light green eyes that flipped constantly, expressing a lot of dissatisfaction to her brother.

  "Could it be that this handsome young man is inferior to Zhao Fubo who wears such a strange and ugly armor?"

  "Of course not, do you know who he is? He's that guy who refused to see me, and now I recall his doorman still owes me money! I don't like him as my brother-in-law, if it were so, I'd rather you didn't marry into the Zhao family!"

  Olivia looked at her brother in surprise, she had never seen this brother who inherited his father's generosity so severely criticize anyone.

  But then she thought of the reason.

  "I know, I know, it's because of that Zhao Fubo giving you the binoculars and that... that Lanbo... Lanbo..."

  Looking at his sister's worried expression, Abdul Matin smiled wryly and added a sentence.

  "Rambo folding bow, you have no idea what that bow represents. It's a real combat-designed crossbow, better than the ones our city guards use! You... never mind, never mind, I've told you and you won't understand anyway. Just listen to me, that guy is not a good person, don't look at him again!"

  Like almost all Arab brothers' attitude towards their sisters, as a self-proclaimed protector, he doesn't care about his sister's feelings and has the appearance of leaving.

  "Then you give me...that...that one!"

  Oriya covered her eyes with her hand, and at this moment, she showed the innocence of a little girl, rather than a big girl observing her future husband.

  Abdul Matin thought for a moment and then threw her the box-shaped binoculars he used to watch the game.

  "You can use it, but return it to me when the competition starts. Also, take a good look at your future husband, I'm sure my judgment won't be wrong!"

  After finishing speaking, he threw down Xiao Yatou himself and still had to go busy with his things.

  Oriya sent her brother away and only then raised the telescope. Strangely, she didn't go to look at the person she had just praised, perhaps this was some cunning of girls!

  "Although the helmet looks a bit strange, and he seems like quite a wild guy at first glance! Is that really going to be my future husband? God willing, may he be as brave and strong as my brother said..."

  Inside the Arab Empire, there were actually several regional caliphs scattered about. At the same time, the governors of each province also controlled their own regions.

  Continuous civil wars have been consuming the Arab Empire, which once created rich cultural achievements. It was precisely because of this endless internal consumption that the Arab Empire perished under the Mongol invasion a few years later.

  Of course, this has nothing to do with our Oria's wishes; she simply thinks by inertia that she needs a strong husband.

  At this time, Zhao Fubo, who was squeezed in the crowd of contestants far away, didn't feel very comfortable. His front, back, left and right were all contestants wearing armor. There were people from Huangsha City itself, as well as outsiders who wanted to find a job in the city's garrison.

  "Hey, Erlang, must we squeeze in here? Or should we go outside the crowd, over there..."

  Shu Yiner ignored Zhao Fubo's repeated attempts to stop her and insisted on staying by his side, citing the reason that she was afraid he would be too timid to enter the scene.

  "Will I be timid?"

  Although he now feels a genuine pleasure when Shu-yin is by his side, Martin has been too busy to give him any sex education lessons recently, so basically speaking, he is still as ignorant as ever about the private affairs between men and women.

  "Shu'er, you still sit in the back tea house with Teacher Ma and Jack to watch, here are Xiao John and Zhe Mal following, what Mu Ke and I need, will naturally ask him!"

  Shu Yu'er would never leave this place and wouldn't let Xiao Yuan have any important role here.

  "Zhemal is all talk, what can he actually do!"

  Her eyes disdainfully watched Little John and Abdul-Jemal, Little John reported the archer's competition, so he wore a scale armor vest on his body. Without wearing a helmet, his blond hair was scattered on his shoulders.

  Abd al-Zahir, as a Mamluk, although he was considered inferior because of his talkativeness, also received permission to compete.

  With Zhao's sponsorship, as long as you pass, even if you only win one battle, there will be some rewards.

  According to Martin, the meat is cooked in a pot and the fat doesn't flow into someone else's field. If it weren't for Jack needing to take care of Martin, he would definitely be sent to participate in the competition.

  "Yes, Miss Yu, you'd better go back to the teahouse upstairs. It's crowded and smelly here, and who knows, someone might even fart. You know some bastards don't care about these things... they'll definitely make you uncomfortable! Like me, I've already been in this kind of environment..."

  Everyone was gradually getting used to it and knew that once Abdul-Jabbar opened his mouth, it would be very difficult to get him to stop.

  So no one paid attention to him, and Shu Yiner refused to leave here for another reason. Behind the saddle of her vermilion horse, a quiver of arrows and a Lanbo folding bow were hung.

  Even now she still remembers what that guy said in the wine building that day.

  For this, she decided to stay here. If that guy was going to be unfavorable to Zhao Fubo in the martial arts arena, she didn't care about any rules.

  "Whoever you are, don't even think about interfering with my future!"

  That's what she has made up her mind!