Chapter 27: Galloping Across the Battlefield
"Who are you?" Wu Chengfeng shouted sternly.
"Ha! The Martial Family!" Liang Shan pointed and said, "The world-renowned Martial Family, I've heard of them before. There's no place in the world that they can't break into."
"Hmm? This is a pleasant thing to hear. Wu Chengfeng was just about to speak, but his mouth froze halfway open. Let's listen to what he has to say, no need to rush."
Liáng Shān turned around and said to the Mohist disciples: "Mohism, got it! Universal love and non-aggression, understood! Understood!"
Mo Ling's eyes rolled over, and Ah Tu's master was also too talented. At this time, there were still so many idle words.
"That flying bird thing looks intimidating but impractical."
"What?" The extremely old man glared with anger, his whiskers trembling.
He felt even more refreshed with the wind in his face, this kid is pretty good, has a keen eye.
"What a big dent!" Liangshan jumped over and patted the iron bird's shell, "Tsk tsk, this iron material is too inferior, with too much carbon."
"Too much carbon?!" The extremely old man was about to get angry again, his heart moved, the problem of carbon?
"This is not the main issue." Liang Shan shook his head and said: "The key is that it's too heavy, if it's too heavy then it won't work, didn't you think of using an alloy?"
"Alloy?" Liangshan talked about the technical aspect of the issue, and the old man had somewhat forgotten the occasion. He scratched his head and asked: "What is an alloy?"
"It's just a mixture of various metals, taking the strengths and weaknesses of each, why not consider using aluminum alloy? It's both strong and has tenacity, and most importantly, it's one-third lighter than this iron lump."
Extremely old understood. Alloy he knew, just said differently, bronze is alloy, according to different proportions, utensils and weapons have their own rules.
"What is aluminum alloy?" The old man had never heard of it.
"Hey, kid, you're quite smart," said Wu Chengfeng.
"You! That Wu Chongfeng!" Liangshan turned around, staring at Wu Chongfeng. Liangshan jumped out and used this set of high-level theoretical techniques to stun these two families, somewhat adventurous, but it seemed to have an effect.
"What's wrong with me?" Wu Chengfeng was startled and jumped up.
"What's with that explosive crossbow of yours? I've never seen it before." Liang Shan said resolutely.
The Mo family's children immediately burst out laughing.
"What?!" Wu Chengfeng's eyes widened in a menacing glare.
"What's the formula? Just something like saltpeter."
Wu stroked his forehead with a look of having seen a ghost, thinking to himself: "How did this guy find out? It's an absolute secret, the Wu family's top-secret!"
"This is a ball, grandma's, if there was that kind of glycerin, just one drop, it would be worth more than a hundred explosive crossbow bolts."
Wu Chengfeng's eyes widened in shock, his body swaying as if he was about to fall over.
"What character is it and what's its function? It's just a catalyst."
"What is catalysis?" Wu Chengfeng asked weakly.
"How about this, it's like a flame, everyone knows how big the flame of a candle is, add just a little bit, and suddenly it's bigger than a torch."
Wu Cheng's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the man, who had just revealed all the secrets of the Explosive Crossbow. He pointed at Liang Shan and asked, "Aren't you a disciple of the Zongheng School?"
In the past, when a fierce battle was about to break out on both sides, someone would jump out and mediate. This kind of person is usually a disciple of the Jianghu sect, who uses their eloquence to resolve the situation.
"No."
It's true, those young and inexperienced people from the Zhongheng family only know how to talk big.
"Do you two families know each other?"
"I see."
"Are they of the same generation?"
Both sides fell silent.
"Good grief!" Liang Shan stamped his foot and said, "Why must it come to this?"
"What did you say?" Wu Chengfeng asked.
Liáng Shān was deeply fond of Wǔ Chéng Fēng, and hastily said: "You've done a great job, why do you still need to personally put on your armor and go into battle? The lives of the young men from both families aren't worth anything?" As he spoke, Liáng Shān shook his head and sighed, saying: "In my opinion, the young men from both families are all like this." Liáng Shān gave a thumbs up.
Although they didn't understand what "Li Shan's thumbs up" meant, they could tell it was a compliment, and both families felt relieved. Mo Ling thought to herself, this guy jumped out, not only is he bold, but his words are also strange, yet he grasped the interesting points of everyone, unknowingly following him, with the eloquence of the Zhongheng family, sounding extremely knowledgeable, better than iron, what's that good stuff?
Liáng Shān initially had some tension, now firmly said: "You two families are among the world's top intelligent ones, losing one is an irreparable loss for the family. You Wu family, want to know how sharp your things are, what can be broken through, right?"
Wu nodded in agreement.
"You, Mozi, want to know how solid your own things are, right?"
The extremely old man nodded.
"It's easy, you two families have a military confrontation competition every year, isn't it? Friendship first, competition second." Liang Shan said with a haha.
"What is a military confrontation match?" Wu Chengfeng and Ji Changlao asked in unison.
"Let each of your two families send a pair of excellent young men, find a place to practice your latest style weapons, and at the same time, ask each country to send people to observe. This way, you can fully demonstrate your latest weapons, reduce casualties, and more importantly, countries value what you produce, and you can hold an auction, whoever bids higher gets it!"
Liangshan said this, Wu Feng and Ji Changlao both became excited.
"In a military confrontation game, we don't have to play for real. We can agree on signals, such as when someone's clothes get stained with the opponent's chalk, it counts as being defeated. This way, there will be zero casualties. As for the outcome of the competition, the losing side has to address the other side as 'boss' and take a detour whenever they see them in the next year. Is this okay?"
Wu Chengfeng and Yu Lao Si faced each other, their auras growing stronger by the second. This idea is going to work!
"It's just a friendly match between generations, and it's not necessary to make such a big deal out of it because of some minor differences in opinion. Can't we just let the competition decide who's stronger or weaker? And if one side loses, it's no big deal, they can just work hard for a year and come back stronger next time. What do you think of my suggestion?"
"Mojia disciples, retreat!" Mo Ling shouted.
The Mohist school has the tradition of defending others, but the premise is to stand on the side of weakness and justice. If not, there is another option, which is to retreat if necessary. This fully explains that while the Mohists love peace, they are not rigid or unyielding. Mo Ling saw Liang Shan's seven or eight moves, seemingly a chaotic fist, but this inexplicable situation seemed to be resolved. She was extremely clever and took advantage of the momentum to first show goodwill towards her opponent. She also understood that as long as the martial artists retreated, the mountain bandits would also find it difficult to continue.
Wu Chengfeng's heart was suddenly lifted to the sky by Liangshan's words, and indeed, the Wu family's lives were precious. If the two families continued to fight like this, their grudges would only grow deeper, and their descendants would dwindle in just a few generations, perhaps disappearing altogether. In fact, the Mo family did not continue for long after this, largely due to internal strife. Wu Chengfeng immediately shouted: "Wu family, retreat from battle!"
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