Chief don't slap in the face

Mo Wuheng didn't want to waste time on such trifles.

"All right!"

Xia Ye doesn't care, it's not his money anyway: "Then I'll start with weapons!"

"Ok!"

As I said before on the road, Xia Ye wants to customize a series of field survival equipment in order to cope with the upcoming blood survival trial.

As a mechanism engineer, Mo Wuheng has this confidence and ability.

"I need a Nepalese scimitar and a tactical axe. The specific shape is like this!"

Xia Ye picked out a handy dagger from the shelf and drew it on the ground.

"Haha, what the hell is this shape? Why does it look like a dog's leg?"

Mo Wuheng couldn't help laughing, the current weapons are generally straight blades, or with a little curvature, but such an exaggerated shape like dog legs does not exist at all.

Xia Ye was about to explain, when Mo Wuheng suddenly said in surprise, "Hey, this kind of curvature and shape, which distributes the weight on the front of the blade, seems to be more conducive to chopping, very suitable for use in mountainous forests!"

Seeing the neutral girl lost in thought, waving her arms, imitating the slashing action of a dog-leg knife, Xia Ye sighed that a genius is a genius. Although she doesn't know the principles of mechanics, and she hasn't even seen the real thing, she can judge based on experience. That's right.

"The front part of the blade is heavier, using inertia, you can save some strength, and it can easily cause extremely deep wounds, cut muscles and break bones!"

Xia Ye explained: "Because the shape resembles a dog's leg, it is also called a dog's leg knife!"

"Listen to the name, this is a local weapon in Nepal? Where is it?"

Mo Wuheng asked.

"I don't know, I saw it on a bamboo slip by chance!"

Xia Ye can't tell her that Nepal is at the foot of the Himalayas, otherwise what should she do if she asks where this mountain is?

"Ok!"

Mo Wuheng looked at the ax pattern: "Why is it called a tactical ax? It looks like a short handle?"

"Because its purpose is not only to kill people, but also to destroy and dismantle all obstacles, build camps and fortifications, etc.! As for the short handle, it is for easy carrying and throwing!"

Xia Ye explained.

"The styling is cool!"

Mo Wuheng nodded: "I like this name, and what is the fortification?"

"Uh!"

Xia Ye was dumbfounded. Are mechanism masters so thirsty for knowledge?

"With all due respect, besides increasing the load, what you bring doesn't seem to be of much help to the battle?"

Mo Wuheng questioned.

In this post-stone age, although bronze weapons began to be used, their popularity was not high because of their high prices.

Most of the tribal warriors go out to hunt and pioneer. The swords they use are still made of selected stones, but the stones are easy to break and not durable. Therefore, a warrior must carry at least two stone long knives and one short knives.

In the wild, a weapon is a warrior's most trustworthy partner. No one dares to be careless. The first gift that children in every family, regardless of gender, will always get is a stone knife!

"This is my fighting style!"

Xia Ye had thought about it a long time ago. His father's relic, the bronze sword Four Seasons Song, was definitely made by a great swordsmith. It is very top-quality, and it is completely sufficient as a main weapon.

There are many hills and mountains in the north with dense vegetation. The dog-leg scimitar is used as a secondary weapon. In addition to opening roads every day, it can also be used to deal with sudden battles.

The tactical ax is considered half a secondary weapon, mainly used to defend the range of 30 meters and hurt the enemy by throwing it.

In fact, you should prepare a long knife, but no matter how good the quality is, it can’t beat the Four Seasons Song, and it’s a waste of energy to carry it, so I simply discarded it.

"it is good!"

Mo Wuheng took a look at Xia Ye. This is a young man who can think. Unlike other young people, they only choose weapons based on whether the swordsmith is famous or not, and whether they look good!

"I also need a crossbow, as small and light as possible, with a range of 80 meters!"

Xia Ye continued to draw pictures: "Prepare thirty arrows, please use bronze arrow clusters to make this kind of sawtooth shape."

"Tsk tsk, it's so ruthless, as long as this kind of barb is inserted into the flesh, don't try to pull it out easily!"

Mo Wuheng sighed: "These two horizontal lines represent grooves, right? Are they used for bloodletting? I didn't expect you to be so scheming!"

"Then prepare some poison for me to apply to the arrow clusters."

Xia Ye never stopped doing anything.

Mo Wuheng was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed: "I feel a little sympathetic to your enemy. Wouldn't it be too extravagant to use bronze arrow clusters?"

"I only pursue lethality, not the cost!"

Xia Ye is not short of money now.

"You are such a prodigal!"

The buddy who was squatting by the side couldn't help but sneered with envy.

Mo Wuheng frowned, put away his things, and wiped off the weapon patterns on the ground with his feet: "Follow me."

Seeing two people walk into the workshop, the buddy's heart will be broken. For a mechanism engineer, the workshop is their absolute private territory. Even parents and children are not allowed to enter. Entering, represents great trust and recognition.

"Isn't he just a half-blind trash?"

The buddy cursed bitterly. From his perspective, he didn't understand what the two weapon blueprints drawn by Xia Ye represented.

If you take it out and buy it, at least one hundred dollars, one piece!

You must know that even a detail of some weapons shines with the wisdom of the designer and represents a concept.

A genius like Mo Wuheng can learn from others' strengths, so those two blueprints are the most abundant nourishment for them.

The craftsman's studio is not big, with some maps and structural drawings on the walls, and wooden shelves around it, on which various models and utensils are placed.

"Please sit down!"

Mo Wuheng took two bamboo water glasses, poured some dark red liquid from a clay pot, and handed it to Xia Ye with a wicked smile: "Try it!"

"Thank you!"