"No need to melt the knife, I have good steel." Wei Dayong said, "This time during the attack on Yushe County, I found a batch of steel rods in the Japanese arsenal and brought them all back. There are several tons."

"How many tons?" Sun Desheng asked hurriedly.

"A few thousand kilograms." Wei Dayong said, "It's not a problem to make hundreds of sabers."

After studying the three sabers, Wei Dayong focused his main attention on the Japanese army's Type 32 saber.

Now the main battle is against the Japanese cavalry, so Wei Dayong wants to design a Type 32 saber against the Japanese army.

If it is lighter than it, longer than it, and sharper than it, then the Eighth Route Army's cavalry will have a big advantage against the Japanese cavalry.

Wei Dayong took out an abandoned military map and placed it on the table with the reverse side.

Then put the Japanese Type 32 saber on the map, use a pencil to follow the line of the knife, and draw the outline of the Type 32 saber.

Then the tip of the knife was wiped off with a rubber eraser, and based on the Japanese saber, it was lengthened by about five centimeters.

The lengthened saber looks very strange, and the arc of the blade is somewhat uncoordinated.

Sun Desheng was an expert in this area and also participated in the revision together with Wei Dayong.

Finally, the design of a saber that looks very beautiful and has a long blade has been released.

"Finding someone to build it is also a problem." Wei Dayong frowned and thought.

To make a good knife, good steel is essential, and forging skills are also key. Knives forged by different craftsmen are also good or bad.

"Look for Zhang Dabiao." Sun Desheng said, "The Ghost Head Sword in their camp was made by a blacksmith."

Wei Dayong: "Let's go to the first camp."

"good."

Sun Desheng took the saber and nodded.

"etc."

When he walked to the door, Wei Dayong came back and took out three boxes of canned beef from the cabinet.

They went to the warehouse again, took out a few iron bars and put them in sacks. The two of them mounted their fast horses and rushed to Majiazhuang, where the first battalion was stationed.

Majiazhuang is located northwest of Yangcun, about fifteen miles away from Yangcun, and more than twenty miles away from Lijiacun.

Wei Dayong and Sun Desheng rode wildly and arrived in less than twenty minutes.

Zhang Dabiao had a piece of white gauze wrapped around his head, lying on the kang with his legs crossed, drinking a small drink with a somewhat enjoying expression.

"Report to the battalion commander, the special operations battalion commander Wei Dayong and the cavalry company commander Sun Desheng are here to see you!" Guard Zhang Dabiao opened the door and walked in, saluting and said.

Zhang Dabiao stood up from the bed in an instant, with a look on his face, he hid the bottle of wine under the bed, put on his military cap and tidied up his military appearance.

Then he said: "Please!"

"Yes!" the guard responded and walked quickly outside.

Zhang Dabiao walked out of the back room and looked outside. Wei Dayong and Sun Desheng walked in from outside the courtyard hand in hand.

"Old Wei! Old Sun!" Zhang Dabiao said with a smile, "Why do you two have time to come to my place today?"

Sun Desheng took the lead and said, "Lao Zhang, didn't you have a head injury? Lao Wei and I brought canned beef and came here to see you."

As he spoke, he reached for the can of beef in Wei Dayong's arms.

Wei Dayong didn't know what Sun Desheng was thinking. With a sway of his body, Sun Desheng was caught unawares.

Even thinking of giving gifts to sick patients, he thought of prostitution for free. This bitch Sun Desheng was too embarrassed.

"I got this can of beef, it has nothing to do with him. Lao Zhang, how are you feeling better?" Wei Dayong crossed Sun Desheng and put the can on the table in the outer room.

"Thank you." Zhang Dabiao took off his military cap and said to Wei Dayong, "It's a minor injury, just a scratch on the skin. It's nothing serious. I bothered you two to come and see me."

Wei Dayong took a look and saw that the wound was not deep, but it was dangerous enough. The Japanese gun had to have been lowered by half an inch and it would have hit the center of the eyebrow.

Sun Desheng didn't care about Wei Dayong's backstabbing, and sniffed at Zhang Dabiao: "Old Zhang, tell me the truth, are you a bitch secretly drinking?"

Zhang Dabiao smiled and did not deny it. He said to the guard: "Xiaohua, let the cooking team fry two hard vegetables and make a plate of peanuts."

Later, Zhang Dabiao said to Wei Dayong and Sun Desheng: "The three of us will have a good drink today. I am not willing to drink the Shanxi Fenjiu that was seized in Yushe County."

"There's no need to drink." Wei Dayong said, "We came to your place today for other things."

"That's right, there's still business to do. It won't be too late for us to have a drink after the business is done." Sun Desheng said.

"Oh?" Zhang Dabiao asked, "What's the matter?"

Wei Dayong took out the saber design drawing and said, "Lao Sun and I have designed a new type of saber and want to find a skilled blacksmith to make it for us."

Sun Desheng also said: "The broadsword used by your battalion of broadswords seems to be very easy to use. Which blacksmith made it?"

Zhang Dabiao's expression moved slightly and he said: "You two came to me for this matter. You have found the right person. There is such a master of knife making. I will take you two there."

"Is it far?" Sun Desheng asked, "If it's far, just drink up and we won't delay our return."

"It's not far, just in the back mountain." Zhang Dabiao said.

"Then why are you still drinking? Let's go quickly." Wei Dayong said.

Before going out, Zhang Dabiao brought two bottles of Sweet Potato Swine from the back room, and ordered the guards to prepare the food and wine for him to come back later.

"This master blacksmith's surname is Qin. Others call him Qin Laotie. He has nothing to say about his craftsmanship."

"The ghost-headed sword he made can cut the enemy's 38-year-old man in two with one strike."

"This Qin blacksmith has been making swords for many generations. I sent someone from the county to make swords specifically for our battalion."

"He originally had two sons. The eldest son was captured by the national army and died on the battlefield. The second son joined the Eighth Route Army and died during the anti-mopping up last year."

As Zhang Dabiao walked, he introduced Qin Laotie's basic situation to Wei Dayong and Sun Desheng.

After leaving Majiazhuang and walking towards the back mountain for a few minutes, I heard the continuous sound of "ding, ding, ding" coming from the depths of the back mountain.

After walking for another five minutes, Wei Dayong saw a huge cave.

"It was Qin Laotie's request to build the iron furnace in the cave. He said it would be warm in winter and cool in summer, and it would not affect the rest of the villagers while forging iron," Zhang Dabiao explained.

There are several brick houses outside the cave. Wei Dayong guessed that they should be places where blacksmiths sleep and rest.

When I walked into the cave, I saw an old man with a short haircut and black and white hair, working there with a meticulous look on his face.

Two soldiers from one battalion, shirtless, were helping.

"Batalion Commander!" When the two soldiers saw Zhang Dabiao, they quickly saluted.

"Old Tie, I am Zhang Dabiao, I see you are here!" Zhang Dabiao said after approaching.

"Captain Zhang?" Blacksmith Qin's face showed joy. He put the repeatedly forged sword into the water to quench the fire and then put it aside.

Zhang Dabiao said to him: "Old Tie, this time our Eighth Route Army used the sword you made to kill more than a hundred Japanese."
Chapter completed!