In the last few days before Anne left, the Centaur blacksmith set off a forging boom in Gaoshan castle.

Slaves and two trolls worked as coolies and spent three days building several earth blast furnaces on the Bank of the Nu Tao River.

In previous operations, Gaoshan Fort seized weapons and armor with a total weight of tens of thousands of pounds, which are generally of poor quality, but they are still qualified as smelting raw materials, and finally got the opportunity to use waste.

Rooney, the most prestigious of the Centaur busmi, selected hundreds of pounds according to the weight proportion of pig iron and wrought iron and sent them to the blast furnace. It is said that they can turn into fine steel after remelting.

When the caravan first came, it presented a truck of flour and a truck of coal to gaoshanbao. Now those coal are being shoveled into the combustion chamber of the blast furnace.

Gunther looked at the gradually cooling steel ingot like a curious bear. He couldn\'t understand why two kinds of inferior iron melted together would become fine steel.

Rooney was very warm-hearted and patiently explained that this was the truth of the consistency of physical properties. The problem was that he was obviously a double-edged sword. He said it over and over again, which made Gunther dizzy.

Richard couldn\'t stand chanting, "do you understand the carbon content, high and low is steel."

Rooney can\'t understand this time. What\'s the carbon content? Carbon in iron? Won\'t it catch fire?

Shortly after the ingot was fired, a group of mercenaries came to Gaoshan castle with a white flag and picked up the caravan that had been stranded for many days. Before leaving, Annie left all the coal loaded by the convoy to Richard, and the Mercenary Captain gave him a very exquisite Ruby gold badge, which was extremely polite.

Although Gaoshan Castle reveals poverty everywhere, its military strength is really too hard. For a business firm mainly engaged in wilderness trade, it can\'t afford to offend the sitting tiger.

Richard was relieved to see them leave. He didn\'t want to be seen by others.

Several experienced centaurs busmi led the apprentice to lay out a row of anvils and began to make steel ingots into weapons.

Generally speaking, forging a large number of similar ordnance at the same time is the best choice, which has many advantages in saving man hours and maintaining quality control. Pompeii has set up several large arsenal in recent years, which is precisely for this consideration.

But Richard\'s request was completely contrary to this idea. He asked the blacksmiths to make nearly 100 weapons and armor, of which even two were the same.

He\'s doing an experiment, a very simple experiment.

Richard knew long ago that system soldiers had template standard equipment. For example, the rated equipment of the barbarian Tomahawk warrior includes a long handled heavy battle axe, a tie iron armor, an ox horn helmet and some scattered accessories.

These equipment are fixed in shape and even sold in complete sets in shops.

However, due to the consistent military expenditure dilemma for a long time, Richard never equipped his soldiers according to the standard. The barbarian Tomahawk soldiers still use the three treasures of the militia - Spear, spear and leather armor bought in collen city.

It seemed that the effect was not bad. Their combat effectiveness was significantly improved every time they advanced, so Richard couldn\'t help wondering whether the equipment standard of the system was meaningful.

Some of the weapons he asked the Centaur to build were completely imitation system standards, some were common styles of Pompeii, and the rest were in between.

Heating, forging, quenching and grinding. Busmi, the Centaur, has rich experience and works in an orderly manner.

Richard distributed all the ordnance to the alpine Fort soldiers and asked them to try it out and make their own evaluation.

The feedback given by these big bellied men who eat poor Lords is surprisingly consistent.

Everyone loves the template standard equipment, thinks it feels good, and despises or even feels uncomfortable with the Pompeii system.

It\'s also an axe. The barbarian giant axe soldiers use the long handled battle axe standard in the template, which can stably chop into a finger wide gap between two pieces of wood. Once replaced with Pompeii Tomahawk, the terrible control suddenly disappeared.

This gap can not be explained by the so-called hand feeling, but can only be attributed to the influence of the system.

Richard guessed that the martial arts bestowed on the barbarians at the advanced stage might not be how to use the axe, but how to use the "template long handle battle axe".

Barbarians are at least big living people. Their brains can turn a little, so they can play with other axes by analogy, but their level is certainly not comparable.

This discovery made Richard both happy and depressed. There was a lot of room to improve his overall combat effectiveness, but equipment updating also became a matter to be solved.

Another major event of Gaoshan castle is that the Lord recently issued a mobilization order to catch as many monsters as possible, and they must be alive.

Why are there two dirty and stupid trolls? Isn\'t it enough? No one knows. Anyway, gaoshanbao doesn\'t intend to engage in democracy.

All the leading people have broken their legs for this recently, but the giant monster\'s bottomless appetite and clumsy body decide that they will not be distributed much, and they have to do their best to get more than a dozen.

These guys were kept in captivity by the river and ate and drank like they were in heaven, but the people in charge of livestock were worried.

Trolls have such a good appetite that even if they are fed with mud mixed horse feed, the territory\'s feed inventory is still plummeting.

Only Nehru, a shaman wizard, had a vague bad hunch.

"Did you say that shamans are easy to appear in trolls, and the magic power is very strong." Richard smiled kindly when he came to Nehru, but Gunther followed with a three finger thick cowhide whip under his arm.

As we all know, Gunther never participates in daily chores, so this whip is definitely not used for grazing.

Nehru nodded vigorously.

"There are nearly twenty giant monsters in Gaoshan castle. Go and teach them spells."

"Sir," Nehru flopped on the ground and hugged Richard\'s boots, "the giant monster\'s stupid brain can\'t learn witchcraft at all."

Nehru, who knows two kinds of witchcraft, is definitely a qualified shaman, so he increasingly doesn\'t understand why the Lord values trolls so much - with the intelligence of these stupid things, it\'s impossible to adapt to the complex battlefield environment.

"Then how dare you say there will be shamans in the giant monster?" Richard put his hands around his chest.

Gunther straightened the coiled whip, raised his hand and threw a whip flower. The iron inlaid whip fell on the wall with a loud bang, which exploded a piece of pine larger than your thumb into flying wood.

"They are different from us." Nehru trembled and his mouth was faster than pouring beans. "We can master the power of Shaman by learning from our predecessors, but trolls rely on awakening. Sometimes they can understand the power of shaman as soon as they wake up."

Gunther turned to look at his Lord, clutching the whip and eager to try. He thought the goods must be talking nonsense again.

Richard waved his hand to stop him. In fact, Richard himself tended to believe this statement - the giant monster\'s stupid head could not put anything in, let alone magic.