Volume 1: Heavenly Machine Pavilion Turbulence Chapter 6: Military Equipment

  This mountain forest is only a few dozen miles away from the tribe, and Lingtu has been advancing at an extremely fast speed with his feet exerting force all the way. In just a short moment, he has already arrived at the tribe's settlement camp.

  The village is located at the foot of a mountain, with wooden houses close together, forming a whole. On the outskirts of the village, there is also a large area of high wooden fences over one zhang (a unit of length).

  With this fence protection, it is difficult for the monsters in the mountain to enter easily.

  As he approached the front gate of the camp, Lingtu slowed down his pace, turned around and saw two little guys carrying their prey, panting and following behind him. He smiled slightly and walked quickly into the gate.

  A few hundred pounds of weight on their bodies is nothing to Ling Feng and Chu Hei, but Ling Tu is running wildly in front, his speed extremely fast. In order to keep up with the pace, they are desperately sprinting, using every last bit of strength they have!

  "Father's eyes are really too small!" Ling Feng's whole body lost strength, and he muttered a sentence to himself as he followed closely behind Ling Tu's back with Chu Hei.

  As they entered the tribe, people who came face to face with them saw Ling Feng and the two carrying fire pigs on their shoulders, panting and sweating profusely. Everyone laughed so hard that they couldn't close their mouths, and some even came forward to tease them a bit. This made Ling Feng feel very embarrassed, and he didn't respond to them, urging Chu Hei to quicken his pace and move forward.

  Near the west side of the village, several wooden houses are adjacent to each other. As dusk deepened, wisps of smoke rose from the stoves outside each house, and the aroma of cooking wafted through the air, filling the entire village campsite.

  A young woman stands on the stone-paved stove in front of the house, busy with dinner. Not far from her side, there is a little girl with a small braid, playing happily.

  "Dad, brother!" The little girl's big black eyes saw three figures at the foot of the slope and excitedly clapped her small hands as she ran to meet them.

  Lingtu walked in with big strides, and hugged the little girl in his arms, kissing her tender face, his eyes filled with doting affection. Five years after the birth of his son, his wife Bai Xiu gave birth to a lovely daughter, and Lingtu felt like the happiest person in the world, smiling every day.

  "Brother, what's on your shoulder?" The little girl leaned on Ling Tu's shoulder, her small face facing Ling Feng, and asked curiously.

  "Xiao Yun!" Ling Feng raised his head, looking at his five-year-younger sister, puffed out his chest, and struck a pose that he thought was quite heroic, saying: "This is the demon beast I hunted down today!"

  As he spoke, Ling Feng saw his father walking in front of him seem to turn around, and hastily added: "It was a trap set by Gebo, and then Dad took action to hunt and kill!"

  "What... is that thing on Hei G's shoulder?" The little girl had a lot of questions.

  "It's the same, it's a demon beast!" Ling Feng patiently replied. He was most fond of this younger sister, and his younger sister Ling Yun also especially liked to stick close to her older brother.

  "So that's what you're saying... You and your dad hunted down a demon beast together, but Hei Ge hunted one down all by himself. That just goes to show how great Hei Ge's abilities are!" Ling Yun began counting on her fingers in her own special way.

  Her childish words made Ling Tu burst out laughing, and even Chu Hei couldn't help but smile foolishly.

  Ling Feng was completely speechless, with a face full of tears and laughter that he couldn't express.

  "What's making you so happy?" The young woman standing in front of the stove, Lingfeng's mother 'Bai Xiu', smiled and asked them. Just then, a man and a woman walked out of the wooden house next door, the man was tall and sturdy, with a dark face, and upon closer inspection, he looked exactly like Chuhui, no need to say, he must be Chuhui's father, Chu Yunxiang!

  As for the woman beside Chu Yunxiao, who was also tall and sturdy with a robust skeleton, she was Bai Ping, Chu Hei's mother, and also the younger sister of Bai Xiu, Ling Feng's mother.

  "You two little guys have a pretty good harvest today!" Bai Ping, who looked like a tall and strong man but had a gentle and pleasant voice, smiled at Ling Feng and Chu Hei, the two brothers.

  "Big Auntie!" This was Ling Feng's unique way of addressing her. Bai Ping was her Big Auntie, and Uncle Chu Yunxiao was Big Uncle. As for her cousin, she directly called him Heizi. Walking up to the house, Ling Feng threw down the half pig carcass on his shoulder onto the ground. Just as he let out a sigh of relief, he smiled mischievously at Bai Ping and said: "Feng'er knows that you and Big Uncle love eating smoked meat the most, so today I specially went hunting in the mountains with Heizi to get a whole pig to pay respects to both elders!"

  "Good boy, it's worth Mother's efforts to dote on you!" Bai Ping had a big smile on her face, looking very happy.

  "You two dare to set traps to hunt the Blood Boar, you're quite bold. If I hadn't arrived in time today, your lives..."

  Seeing his father's face reveal anger, with the momentum of asking for punishment, Ling Feng turned around and ran down the slope again. Before leaving, he threw out a sentence: "Dad, I have something to do at Sixth Uncle's place, I'll be back soon!" The words had not fallen yet, but he was already gone without a shadow.

  "This kid!" Ling Tu stomped his foot and revealed a helpless expression. This son was good in every way, but he was a bit reckless and had a strong curiosity, often doing things that were out of bounds and dangerous, making his father worry.

  At this time, Chu Yunxiang walked over, patted Lingtu's shoulder with his hand and smiled: "Kids are always like that, why bother getting angry!"

  "Yunxiang brother, you don't know, today's situation was indeed perilous. If I had arrived a step later, the lives of these two little guys would not have been saved!" Just thinking about the scene at that time made Lingtu feel frightened.

  "I have given birth to sons of the barbarian tribe, all of whom are warriors who can take on a hundred enemies alone. Once Feng'er and Heizi's bloodlines awaken, what's a mere Fire Pig compared to that?" Chu Yunxiao said with a smile.

  "Alright, you two go inside and talk! White Ping said with a smile, then instructed Chu Hei: "Hei Zi, go with your mother to clean the fire pig, tonight let your aunt prepare a rich dinner!"

  "Oh!" Chu Hei responded with a single word and turned around, dragging the fire pig towards the back of the house.

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  After leaving home, Lingfeng ran all the way, and in less than half a stick of incense time, he arrived at the stone house where Liu Bo lived.

  Clang! Clang! Clang!......

  A burst of iron hammering sounds came from inside the house. Ling Feng had just reached the door when a wave of scorching air rushed towards him.

  "Sixth Master!" Ling Feng stopped in his tracks and shouted loudly from outside the door.

  "Come in!" A slightly hoarse voice came from inside the stone house.

  Ling Feng rushed into the house and saw an old man with white hair and beard, bare-chested and muscular, holding a huge iron hammer and constantly pounding a piece of glowing red steel.

  This old man was named Ling Liu. Although he was no longer young, according to the generation order, he was Ling Tu's elder brother in the clan. He was the only blacksmith in the tribe.

  "Little Fengzi, what brings you to Sixth Uncle's place so late?" Ling Liu said with a smile, putting down the iron hammer in his hand as he saw Ling Tu enter.

  To be honest, every time Ling Feng heard this old man call him 'Little Wind', he felt a bit disgusted.

  "Sixth Master, you know I've been consulting with you. Is the thing I entrusted to your care finished?" Ling Feng's words were as mature as an adult's.

  "Look at your anxious face!" Ling Liu was quite fond of his nephew. He turned around and walked to the corner of the room, pulled out two black objects about a foot long from a wooden box, and threw them directly at Ling Feng.

  Ling Feng stretched out his hand to catch it, took a closer look, and a joyful smile appeared on his face.

  These two black things are the bayonets he used in his previous life. The blade is one foot two inches long, with a rhombic shape on three sides, each side has a blood groove, and the overall shape is curved, with an extremely sharp tip, shining with a cold and fierce light under the reflection of the lamp in the house.

  Ling Feng held the military dagger and swung it around, these two daggers looked light but actually weighed over a hundred kilograms together, just right for Ling Feng's current use.

  "How's that? Are you satisfied?" Ling Liu's old eyes looked at the small face full of joy, and he chuckled: "Little Fengzi, your little brain is always full of strange things. The thing you designed doesn't look like a knife or a sword. I spent a lot of effort to make this thing!"

  "Not bad, this thing made of black iron is indeed not bad, it's substantial!" Black iron is a metal extracted from refined iron, with the same volume and size, black iron is three times heavier than refined iron, its quality is naturally much higher. When General Ling Feng handed over the pattern to Ling Liu, he specifically instructed him to use black iron to forge it, in order to bring out the power of the military dagger.

  "With these two military daggers, next time I encounter a blood-bristled wild boar, even if its body is harder than rock, I will have the confidence to strike it down!" Ling Feng thought to himself.

  "Xiao Fengzi, take a closer look at this thing. Not only is it made of black iron, but I, Liu Bo, also added a small piece of xuan tie to it, increasing its penetrating power by at least five times!"

  "Xuan iron? No wonder!" Lingfeng felt that the two military knives in his hand were somewhat heavier than he had expected, three points more so. Xuan iron was a unique material for refining equipment from the southern wilderness, with extremely limited production and extraordinary preciousness. It was unexpected that this old man would be so willing to part with it, which greatly surprised Lingfeng.

  He thought for a moment, his eyes rolling, and hastily said to Ling Liu: "The Xuan Tie was added by you voluntarily, it can't be counted on my head!"

  To forge these two military daggers, Ling Feng also had to make some sacrifices. He was afraid that the old man would raise the price now, so he quickly expressed his intentions.

  "You little scoundrel!" Ling Liu heard and shook his head with a smile, saying helplessly: "Alright, alright, alright. Consider the Xuan Tie as a gift from me to you, and we'll just go with the price we previously agreed on, okay?"

  "Thanks, Sixth Uncle!" Ling Feng was overjoyed in his heart and hastily took out the inner elixir of the Blood Bristle Wild Boar from his bosom and tossed it to Ling Liu. Then he turned around and ran away without a trace.

  Under the dim lamp, Ling Liu held the inner elixir that emitted a faint red glow in his hand. His slightly turbid old eyes suddenly became clear and transparent, and a smile appeared on his face with deep wrinkles: "This little guy, interesting..."