Chapter 4: Lain's Military Sword

  Raine won the battle, and the soldiers from other barracks dispersed with disappointment. The atmosphere in the dormitory became even more lively as they gathered around him, asking all sorts of strange questions. What they were most interested in was what technique he had used just now, which they had never seen before, like a dance, and had won so easily.

  "Judo!" Rayn said softly.

  "With the smallest force, wield the greatest power... Borrowing strength to strike with force, four ounces move a thousand pounds, still...". Ren continued to explain slowly, occasionally accompanying his words with actions, speaking with great clarity and conviction, as if he had returned to his days as a special forces operative, when after each battle he would report on his insights and experiences.

  "Wow! Rayn, I'd love to spar with you!" Russ exclaimed with great interest.

  "Unexpectedly, you, a noble son, actually have such profound martial arts theories. It seems we've all underestimated you!"

  "Yes, I didn't think so."

  "Starting from tomorrow, everyone will take turns being on duty, cleaning the dormitory, emptying the toilet..."

  “……”

  The benefits of Ren's victory were not small, and after the martial arts competition ended, he only took back his own gold coin, and the rest were divided equally among his companions, and some even cheered, these poor soldiers, just a few copper coins, would be so excited.

  Next, Rus also fell in the same way to Renn's 'martial arts' and the roommates looked at Renn with changed eyes, all of which were admiring gazes.

  Raine's frail body unexpectedly defeated the two strongmen in the dormitory, and they were all impressed and silently accepted his training proposal.

  The next day, just after dawn, everyone started training on the field under Ren's command, including running, push-ups and other strength and endurance exercises. Their actions provoked strong protests from soldiers in other dormitories, who claimed that they were disturbing their rest.

  The training officers did not join in to stop it, and strengthening the soldiers' training was their consistent goal. The training model in the Rain dormitory was actually implemented throughout the military camp, and a series of training actions such as running, marching, push-ups, frog jumping, etc. were surprisingly promoted in other military camps.

  Their deeds in the military camp made a sensation, and after just one week, they won the opportunity to go out for the first time, making all the soldiers envy them.

  Cardiff City!

  Raine and others finally arrived here after a half-day forced march.

  More than half a month of military camp life made them isolated from the world. Coming to this 'prosperous' small town, they seemed to have regained their humanity and felt physically and mentally relaxed.

  "Haha, what's everyone planning?" Russ exclaimed with excitement, and the other team members were also filled with joyful expressions.

  "Haha, goes without saying, taverns, bathhouses, and finally, a place of joy and freedom! Haha!"

  "Ride, you just think about good things every day!"

  "Haha, Rain said that he'll cover all the expenses here, haha, everyone have fun and don't worry about saving money for Young Master Rain, let's go!" The young Reed lad had already rushed towards the town.

  "We're all cannon fodder, let's have fun! I'll take care of all the expenses!" Rayn replied with a smile, just like what he said when we came (I'm cannon fodder, who am I afraid of?).

  Ran was deceived by Captain Redmond, and the over 100 gold coins from selling the castle were almost not enough to spend. Now if he runs away, these companions and their families will be implicated, even implicating all soldiers in the barracks. He didn't expect that the cruel system of collective punishment would exist in such an ancient empire. Now he has thought of how to deal with these gold coins (he's about to become cannon fodder, what's the use of leaving them behind?).

  Although these companions did not understand what 'burying the bill' meant, they didn't bother to ask, since Rayne was taking care of all the expenses in the town, they were very satisfied with that, who would still have the mind to care about the specific meaning of 'burying the bill'?

  Although Cardi Town has also experienced many baptisms of war, it still stands on the border line between the two countries. The bustling market is crowded with people coming and going, a prosperous scene.

  A dozen or so young people dressed in military uniforms came to the town, but did not cause panic among everyone. Instead, beautiful women of all shapes and sizes, wearing revealing clothes, were openly soliciting business on the bustling streets under broad daylight, which shocked these soldiers who had just left the barracks. This is too open-minded, isn't it?

  People are used to this phenomenon and take it for granted.

  Apart from Lain and Rus, the other companions were all 'snatched' to the Fragrant Pavilion. Looking at them, they didn't have a 'terrified' expression, but rather some awkward unease, just feeling embarrassed.

  The blacksmith's shop is what Renn cares about, and it's also his only purpose for coming here (eating, drinking and having fun are all secondary).

  Ruth and Rain arrived at the most famous blacksmith shop in town under the guidance of pedestrians, which was just a simple workshop.

  "Friend, what kind of weapon would you like to customize?" one of the apprentices enthusiastically greeted, putting down the iron hammer in his hand, sweating profusely, without even having time to wipe it off.

  "Partner, have you got fine steel here?" Rayn asked.

  "High-quality steel? Never heard of it." The fellow was taken aback and then said.

  At this time, an old man in white walked over, looking like the boss of a small workshop, with his shoulders exposed, curiously staring at Lain and the others.

  "Master, he..." The apprentice told what had just happened.

  "Oh, so that's how it is, friend. Hello, I'm Jest, the owner of the blacksmith shop." The boss greeted warmly and they exchanged pleasantries.

  "Renn, I'm not sure what material this fine steel is made of, but I have a piece of unrefined iron ore here that's extremely hard. Would you be interested?" Blacksmith Jester nodded and said with a hint of subtlety, looking at Renn.

  "Oh, really?" Rain said.

  The so-called unrefined iron ore was just a black stone placed in front of the ironwork shop, and after examining it for half a day, Rayne couldn't see anything special about it. At this time, the question from the ironwork Jester interrupted his thoughts.

  "Renn friend, I ask... what kind of weapon do you need custom-made?" Blacksmith Jester smiled and continued to ask.

  "Ha!" Reyn exclaimed.

  "?"

  "Hehe, it's just a short knife, that's all!" Rayn said, holding up a blue cloth strip with a crude charcoal drawing of a dagger shape on it.

  The blade is long, with a deep groove in the middle. The outer side of the back of the knife has dense, saw-toothed serrations, short and compact. In fact, these are all military knives used by modern special forces.

  Blacksmith Jester stared at the blueprint in his hand, stunned, his eyes wide with wonder, and occasionally let out a sigh of amazement.

  "Is this a sketch of a dagger that you drew?" The old man's eyes nearly popped out, and he said excitedly.

  "Yes, what's wrong?" Rain asked in puzzlement.

  "Genius, friend, come on, let's talk inside!" The old man warmly greeted Reyn and Rus as they walked into the blacksmith shop.

  Raine and Russ exchanged a glance before following the blacksmith into his forge, where they learned the reason behind the summons after some conversation.

  Although there have been constant wars between borders, the ironwork business has been poor for years and is about to close (there are specialized blacksmiths in the military camp). If it weren't for the research of new-style weapons, they would have closed down. Now, Rayn's painting of a new-style short knife pattern is like a timely snowflake.

  "No problem, uncle." The blacksmith Jester's unspoken words meant that Rain had already known and agreed readily.

  "But now this style is limited to our military." Rain emphasized.

  "No problem," said Jester the blacksmith excitedly.

  "But it doesn't even have an official name yet?" He continued, "As it turns out, the new weapon's research also has a name, which is a rule in the blacksmithing industry."

  "Haha, this is easy! It's a new-style weapon developed by Rain, and it's a short knife suitable for military personnel. Why don't we just call it the 'Rain Military Knife'?" Suddenly, Rus beside him burst out laughing.

  "Great name, very domineering! Let's just call it 'Rein Military Sword'!"

  The birth of the Rean military sword, becoming a short-range combat short sword, a few years later, it was widely promoted in various military camps in D6, and the small iron shop in Cardy Town, known for its 'Rean Military Sword', became famous throughout D6.

  Back in the military camp, everyone's face was filled with bright smiles, the only difference being that their marching pace had greatly discounted, especially that robust Dakota who walked as if he were drunk.

  The intensified training in the military camp is still going on in full swing, and the soldiers' physical strength has increased significantly. Their appetite has also increased, and the food in the military camp has been improved accordingly. As a result, the soldiers' enthusiasm has been greatly enhanced, and they are all energetic and spirited, with a significant improvement in their combat effectiveness compared to the "cannon fodder" soldiers who were released from the cage three months ago. The complaints and dissatisfaction among the soldiers have gradually decreased, and they have finally adapted to this intensified training.