Chapter 16 Section VIII

The nails of the wooden plow, flat like a file, flicked on the blade, and the voiceless sound of "ding ding" lasted for a long time.He had just sharpened that knife, the blade was all black, only a faint iron light glowed at the edge, and the blade was like a canine tooth.With a trembling of his hand, he squinted one eye and looked along the back of the knife to the tip of the knife. The blade was as straight as a line.He picked up the soft lamb skin under his feet and wiped it lightly, the sewage on the blade was wiped away, and the iron light reflected the sunlight coming in from outside the tent, flashing suddenly.

Asule instinctively stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and when he looked again, the lamb skin had been split into two pieces by the wooden plow. The wooden plow sat on a piece of yak skin, without looking down at him, he reached out and took out a piece of butter from the iron box to smear on the knife.Soon the butter was covered, and the light of the knife was also covered. The wooden plow wrapped the blade with thin grass ropes layer by layer, and carefully put it back into the wooden box. Then it raised its head and looked at Asu Le, wiped the butter on his hands, and didn't speak.

Asule looked up at the wooden grid that was one and a half tall behind the wooden plow. At a glance, he didn't know how many knives were mounted on the wooden grid. There are more commonly used sabers, and the edge close to the blade is gently raised, just like the legendary leopard's teeth.Mu Li was a poor general. There was no gold, silver or good utensils in his family, only a lot of knives.On the battlefield, if he saw a good knife from the enemy, he would hide it by himself. After a long time, he also learned how to sharpen and forge knives by himself.In the barbarians, the knife is a companion that men can't leave for a moment, it is a man's dignity and bravery, but in the northern capital, no one dares to speak of a knife in front of a wooden plow.

"My son really wants to learn swordsmanship?" Mu Li raised his eyebrows. "Yes! General Muli, please teach me." "Knife is not easy to learn. Some people learn it for a lifetime, but they don't know how to use it. If you want to have fun, you should not learn it." "Abba asked me to learn, and I really want to learn, even if I suffer." Mu Li raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "Then choose a knife." Asule looked at the dozens of knives behind him, hesitated, and shook his head.He untied the blue shark from his belt and placed it in front of the wooden plow: "This is from Abba."

"It's not a knife, it's just Donglu's exquisite gadget." Mu Li reached out and grabbed a heavy knife from the knife holder on the right, pulled it out, and straightened the curved blade, which was as thick as a finger and a half.He shook his wrist violently, and stood up the knife, pointing the knife point to the sky. His wrist was extremely strong, but the blade did not tremble at all, it was as still as a stone, so dark that it had no luster. "If the Donglu people wear and play like that, the sword is fine, but the sword of our prairie people is to go to the battlefield. You ride a horse and charge against the enemy, and the time to make a shot is not even a blink of an eye. Short It can't cut the enemy at all, and can only cut his own throat when he is defeated. A real knife should be like this handle, the blade must be heavy enough to be powerful when swung, and the back of the knife must be thick, even if the edge of the knife collapses, it will not break. The blade should be in an arc, a straight blade can only be fought on foot, if it is embedded in the enemy's bone and cannot be pulled out when fighting on horseback, you will be killed by the next enemy!"

The wooden plow handed out the heavy knife, and Asule looked up at the blade that had drank countless blood, and touched the blade lightly with his hand, trembling uncontrollably.He pursed his lips and took hold of the handle of the knife. "Use both hands!" Mu Li shouted in a low voice. Asule hastily switched to using both hands, trying to clenched tightly. "The left hand should be held at the bottom of the handle of the knife, and the right hand should be close to the knife handle. Hold both hands together. How can you swing the knife with force?" Asule didn't dare to neglect, and did as he did.

The wooden plow suddenly let go of the hand holding the back of the knife, and the huge force that stabilized the knife was removed, and Asule felt the heavy weight of the knife. He felt that the tip of the knife seemed to be lifting a big rock. Just lean over.He was about to push harder, but his hand lightened, and the wooden plow had already stretched out his hand to pinch the knife back. Wooden plow shook his head: "Your strength can't hold back this knife. This knife is not too heavy among the knives here. Your strength is too small to be suitable for practicing swords." Asule held his wrenched wrist, watching the big hand like a wooden plow and cast iron easily pinch the knife in the sunlight, only felt that the knife was so far away from him.

Mu Li shook his hand and withdrew the knife, and picked up the fish scale leather sheath. "General!" Asule sat up suddenly, bent down and bowed respectfully, "General, let me try again." Mu Li was stunned for a moment, narrowed his eyes and didn't speak, A Sule also prostrated there, kowtowed on the carpet. After a while of silence, Mu Li finally went up to help him: "Your Majesty, don't do such a big gift to me, I can't bear it. Mu Li used to be a slave who shepherds sheep. It is Mu Li's luck to be able to work for you Lu family. The prince is really determined to learn, then I can teach the prince. But...why do you have to learn the knife?"

Asule raised his head, and Mu Li saw a flash of expression in his eyes, just like when he stopped the tiger and leopard rider in the grand ceremony of the triumph of the Nine Kings. firm. "I feel like I'm useless, but I don't want to be so useless anymore!" "It's useless? You are the son of Qingyang, why do you say that?" The child lowered his head, moved his lips, but said nothing. Mu Li was silent for a while, then nodded: "Okay. Then let's teach the prince the knowledge of knives first. The 'stone tooth' just now can't be used, and there are other light knives. Let's start from light to heavy. practise."

He reached out and grabbed another knife, and pulled it out slowly. The blade was dark brown with patterns like chaotic clouds, as if it had long been rusted and could not be used. disappear.His wrist trembled, and the blade trembled sharply. The tip of the blade trembled extremely quickly, leaving only a hazy shadow. "I bought this knife from Donglu merchants 20 years ago. Although it is not as thick and powerful as stone teeth, Donglu's knife casting technology is very superb. The blade is made of grained steel and folded iron. It is very tough, but the iron material of the blade is extremely hard, and the toughness of the cast knife is tightened on the back of the knife, like drawing a bow. Every time I finish sharpening it, the blade will burst out a little, so that the blade will be sharper. It hits When facing an enemy, the blade will bend a little, even if it hits the iron armor, the blade will not break, as long as it penetrates the flesh, a light stroke can cut through the bone."

He casually threw half of the lamb's skin on the blade, and the lamb's skin split in two by itself. Under Asule's amazed gaze, the wooden plow picked up another knife.When it was unsheathed, the reflection of the blade was dazzling, and the bright blood groove brought out two cold stars. The character was like polished silver, with a straight blade and an extremely sharp edge. The blade seemed to be covered with a layer of light. inside. "This knife is a real bayonet. It is not used for chopping and killing, but stabs through the cracks to kill people. Once stabbed in, the enemy's blood will spurt out from the blood groove, and he will immediately lose his strength. The blade does not The most important thing is that the back of the knife is the straightest and hardest. No matter how hard you try, don’t try to bend it. This knife was owned by a general of the Jiuzheng Department. With this knife, he killed many soldiers in our Qingyang. In the end, he He was shot dead by the arrow, and I found out how he used the knife when I picked up the knife. Stabbing is faster than chopping. When our soldier raises the knife, he can stab the chest first even if he strikes later. " The wooden plow placed the three knives in front of Asule one by one: "There are only three kinds of knives that can be used in battle. The stone tooth is a real splitting knife, and it uses strength. You must be able to swing it away and aim at it. Enemy, cut off his head with one knife! This patterned iron knife is a dental knife. To use it, you must learn to use strength and skill. When crossing a horse, you must see the enemy's movements clearly. Don't fight with him, dodge his attack For attacking, the blade of the Yaknife is the fastest, and you can end him with a backhand. This silver one is a piercing knife. With it, it depends on how fast you are. It takes only a blink of an eye. You may be beheaded by him. Which one do you want?" Asul touched these knives, his fingers were a little stiff, and Mu Li saw his fingertips trembling slightly, and his pale face became even more bloodless. "My son, if you want to learn swordsmanship, you must first understand that you still want to use a knife to kill people. Don't blame Mu Li for saying that. If you are afraid of seeing blood, then any knife in your hand will be scrap iron, no matter how good it is. It's useless to be soft when you're about to kill someone." Mu Li's voice became severe. "I understand." Asule said in a low voice, "General Muli, I just want to ask, among these knives, which one is the strongest?" Mu Li frowned and paused, then drew out his waist knife.The green incision of the wolf's blade was desolately tinged with cold air, and the muscles behind the blade were covered with brown red, as if bloodshot.Naturally, there was a sense of ferocity on this knife, as if it was about to jump up and hurt someone quietly. Asule shrugged in surprise. "The best way to use a wooden plow is a chopping knife. As long as your son is willing to put his heart into it, he can also learn to use this wolf's sharp knife like your brother, the fourth prince." "General Muli," Asule stared straight at the blade, "I want to learn from Wolf Blade." As the sun was about to set, the wooden plow sat on the grass slope and straightened the horsehair harp, playing a low note.It was sunny for several days in a row, the strings were dry, and his voice was exceptionally high-pitched. He opened the strings and sang hoarsely, all of which were idylls passed down from mouth to mouth on the grassland.Having been a general for decades, he is still the same as the slave who shepherded sheep back then. Every evening, he would draw his bow and watch the sunset and play his horsehair harp.Looking around now, the slaves came back from grazing sheep, like a large gray cloud. "Muli, it's time to eat." Mrs. Ying came up from behind and sat beside him, but she didn't really mean to pull him to eat, she just sat and listened to him playing the piano slowly. Mrs. Ying was born in a noble family and married Wooden Plow, who was born as a slave, because she liked his bravery in riding a horse and wielding a sword. Sitting on the hillside driving a horsehair qin to watch the sheep returning late.Over the past few decades, the wooden plow has become a general, and the number of cattle, sheep and people in the family cannot be counted, so it gradually changed.Only Mu Li sat on the grassy slope in front of the tent at home every night and played the piano, which reminded her of the past, and her heart softened involuntarily. The wooden plow was playing the harp while looking into the distance. Mrs. Ying followed his gaze. On the grass behind the sheep, Asule swung a knife and slashed at the wooden stakes one by one. The figure is small and blurry, like a distant scene in a painting.He seemed to be very tired, with his chest slightly in his mouth, and he was about to take a break after a few hacks, but after wiping off his sweat, he put up the knife with both hands, repeating the monotonous chopping. The sound of the knife smashing against the wooden post was extremely distant. "What are you thinking about?" Mrs. Ying asked him. "Look at him..." Mu Li pointed at the child in the distance, and shook his head, "Tomorrow, make some delicious food and make up for the son. His health is not good enough. In a few days, I will teach him how to ride a horse." up.