Although he took on this small errand to clean up the arsenal, in fact, Mu Shaoan was not able to set foot in the arsenal for the next two months, because every six days, the blacksmith Donner Noi would lead the craftsmen and coolies to the ghost forest outside the Great Wall to dig ice. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After all, the coldest months of the year are these three months, after this time, although the outside of the Great Wall will still be covered with ice and snow, but at that time, the ice chiseled out is no longer suitable for building the Great Wall of Desperation.

Donner, the chief blacksmith, was stubborn about this, and this tradition would not be violated even by the most out-of-the-box night watchman.

Therefore, it was not until the end of these three months, when the weather finally began to warm up, and the official plot of the Ice and Fire World was finally about to unfold, that Mu Shaoan finally had the opportunity to sort out the arsenal with that Leonard and a few other craftsmen.

By the way, he finally heard the order, and the Ranger Sir Vimar Royce was to lead the Night's Watch Gary and Will to track down a horde of barbarians who had suddenly appeared outside the Wall.

This is also the unlucky trio who died at the hands of strangers at the beginning of the plot of Ice and Fire.

If it was in the past, Mu Shaoan said that he would not have to find a way to keep up and solve the problem once and for all, but now he knows that even if he forcibly joins this trio, he will never see a strange ghost, and he was arranged to clean up in the arsenal at this time, and the other party is using this way to prevent it.

If he dares to rush out at this time, or then find a way to sneak out, believe it or not, there will be a fire or lose an important weapon in the arsenal immediately, and then all the night watchmen will rush out like crazy and beat him.

Fortunately, he doesn't need it anymore.

They entered the arsenal to clean up their weapons this time, in the name that those recruits had finished their recruit training after three months of double training and strengthening, and they would go to the fish beam wood in the Ghost Forest in a few days to read the night watchman's oath, and then officially become a night watchman, then, they need a real set of night watch weapons and equipment.

"Everyone listened carefully, the old rules, Area A doesn't need to be sorted out, you can't get in, only the Commander-in-Chief and the Chief Ranger are eligible to enter, and Area B is equipment, arrows, and some crossbow guns, fire oil and other reserves, the same don't need to go, Area C is armor and clothing, Area D is swords, hammers and axes and other weapons, we mainly sort out Area C and Area D this time, and select 24 pieces of Night's Watch equipment, well, Anderson, you go to Area E, there are some broken swords from the battlefield search, those should be forged again, you go and sort it out。 ”

Leonard, the craftsman, is a dwarf, bearded melon in his forties, and a blacksmith, but he doesn't belong to the Night's Watch of the Wall, but is a native of Mole Village, and maybe his dad is a night watchman, maybe it's some nobleman passing by, but it doesn't matter.

He was also obviously affected by some kind of hidden data curve, and as long as there was something slightly more important, he would never let this weird-looking Anderson take over.

And to clean up the arsenal, of course, you have to start by cleaning up the garbage.

In fact, there was no E-section in this huge arsenal, or there used to be, but now all that is left is cobwebs and dust.

Pushing open the creaking, crumbling gate, a burst of rotten gas rushed in his face, and it was dark all around, and piles of rags were piled up on the ground.

Mu Shaoan's gaze did not patrol over the rags, but on a broken cobweb above his head, well, it seems that someone came here not long ago.

Those guys are really careful, and they check the areas they may have entered in advance and the things they may have done to make sure that nothing goes wrong.

This attentive attitude must be given 36 likes.

"It's a pity. ”

Mu Shaoan muttered, turned around and took the broom and other cleaning tools, and cleaned them up one by one.

This E area is not too big, about 150 square meters, but there is really a lot of garbage piled up in it, such as bug-eaten holes, leather armor, leather helmets, leather shields, damaged crossbows that can't be repaired at all, rusted arrowheads, spears that bend and break when damp, and iron swords that are so rusty that they don't even recognize their mothers.

Roughly so.

No wonder those guys would be so relieved that he would clean it up.

Feelings, this is really a lot of rubbish.

As for why there is so much unusable garbage in the arsenal, the reason is actually very simple, the night watch is to fight a lot, with the strangers, and with the wildlings.

War is for people to die, and these night watchmen are cremated directly after they die, and there is no habit of burying them with weapons, and those weapons that were broken on the battlefield were piled up here after they were cleaned up, and they were all repairable at that time, such as torn and broken leather armor, gap-inted swords, and so on.

But it must be known that all the materials of the Great Wall of Desperation are transferred and transported from the rear, bundles of long swords, carts of armor, clothing, in this case, even if there are some excellent blacksmiths with a sense of responsibility like Donna to lead the craftsmen to repair, there is not much motivation, you must know that there are many things that need to be repaired on the Great Wall of Desperation, there are hundreds of people in total, where is there time to repair those broken equipment and weapons.

After all, even now, material support from the rear is getting less and less, but every night watchman will definitely not lack weapons.

This is absent in the entire Ice and Fire plot, and what the Night's Watch lacks is a large number of soldiers, men.

Finally, if you take another 10,000 steps back, even if you have weapons and equipment in this arsenal at this moment, you can immediately arm 800 night watchmen, but where to find someone, it's not just a cat or dog who can be a night watchman.

As a result, these broken weapons and equipment are thrown here day after day, year after year, slowly eaten by insects, slowly aged and rusted by time.

In a whole day, Mu Shaoan also cleaned up a corner, because he was not cleaning up like a horse, nor was he coping with errands, he was very serious, very pious, very meticulous, and not a little rude, as if he was not facing a pile of garbage, but precious cultural relics unearthed in the ancient tomb thousands of years ago.

"Anderson, it's getting dark, let's continue tomorrow, you still want to carve flowers here, it took a whole day to clean up so much, do you plan to clean up here for the rest of your life?" Leonard shouted playfully outside, but he didn't pay attention to it, this kind of ghost place, most people are holding on to their lives, who cares about whom?

Mu Shaoan didn't say anything, and quietly retreated.

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Late at night, in the E area of the arsenal, an oil lamp suddenly lit up, and two ghostly figures came out, and they carefully observed and looked at the small area that Mu Shao'an cleaned up during the day, which was not even a square meter, and they looked very nervous.

"What do you think this savage wants to do? The quieter he is, the more furious I become, this hell is the errand!" one of them complained in a low voice.

And his companion is also the second monk who can't touch his head and feet, "Ghost knows, originally we thought this was a garbage heap, worthless, but that guy actually cleaned up here with relish for a whole day, if it was cleaned up like a normal person, you see, what did he do? A piece of broken leather armor he can look at it for an hour, a little bit of cleaning, that gentle look, as if this is his wife, I think about it and get goosebumps all over my body, let's go, this guy is definitely a pervert, psychopath!"

"If you don't report it, didn't it say above, as long as there is anything wrong with that barbarian, report it immediately. ”

"Min, let's wait first, we've reported 23 anomalies in the past three months, and we've almost become frightened birds, this time let's take a look first, I don't believe it, that barbarian will clean up some garbage, can he still make flowers? ”

The voice fell, the lights went out, and there was no more sound.

Early the next morning, Mu Shao'an entered the arsenal with Leonard and other craftsmen, this time Leonard and others were responsible for inspecting and manufacturing feather arrows, this thing is a consumable, especially for the city defenders, it is indispensable, although there are also a large number of feather arrows in the materials transported, but this thing is simple to manufacture after all, so it is better to use the limited transportation capacity to transport other materials.

After the craftsmen of Mole Village have finished digging the ice in winter, they have to start making feather arrows.

Therefore, Mu Shaoan can continue to clean up Area E.

And when he saw that a piece of leather armor full of holes that he sorted out yesterday was gone, he smiled slightly, and he had expected that the guys in the seventh war zone would not be at ease, so it would be good to take it, and ensure that they wanted to break their heads, and they couldn't think of clues.

That's right, Mu Shaoan has this confidence.

In the Chaos Base, the term "weapon spirit" does not exist, in fact, there is a large market, and the legendary enchantment on a weapon, or the legendary trait, can multiply the power of the weapon.

An ordinary tabula rasa weapon may be worth twice as much because it has been used by famous historical figures, such as the cannon-branded bronze pillar created by King Su and Daji, the straight hook of Jiang Ziya, the gossip plate of King Wen of Zhou, the treasure car of eight horses of Qin Mugong, and the feather fan of Zhuge Liang, all of which are treasures because of their owners rather than the same.

However, just as the emperors and generals are always recorded in the history books, the folk legends are always celebrities and prostitutes, or major events that are noisy.

Who remembers the reckless sentient beings, and who cares about the small people?

Poor and uncertain riverside bones, like a person in a spring boudoir dream!

On the vast ancient battlefield, the sound of horns, the bursts of flags, what is left behind is always the name of the hero, the back of the hero, those nameless dead, dead stubble after stubble, life is not known, death is not remembered!

There are so many of them, but their presence is so small, so small that they ignore even the rules of chaos.

This has nothing to do with time and space, no background, no race, no civilization, no war zone, no rules, they all have the same name, that is-cannon fodder soldiers!

So, how can those great people who are high up and above feel the souls under this humble soil?

How could they comprehend the obsession attached to this rusty iron sword?

How could they understand what kind of blood had been soaked in the scarred and paper-thin leather armor?

Just because they're ants, just because they're cannon fodder, just because they're insignificant creeps.

"There has never been a rule for you to exist alone, and there has never been a force willing to accept you, born nameless, died silent, now, as one of you, I want to re-establish the rules, maybe I will never be able to change the humble fate of the little soldiers, nor can I change the death of the cannon fodder soldier on the way to the charge, but I can at least ensure that your death will be remembered until immortality, even if time, time and space, race, galaxy changes can not erase your merits, your existence, is the law of immortality!"