nucmednet Chapter 10 The Astounding High-Level Differences
Chapter 10 The Astounding High-Level Differences
Sparks flew everywhere inside the Three Musketeers' blacksmith shop.
God and Virgil are working together to forge the blade; the subsequent shaping and forging of the longsword will be completed by the two of them.
"Rogge, are you sure you want to hit something this heavy? With the hilt, it must weigh at least seven or eight pounds!"
"Jin" was the unit that Roger taught the two of them. Roger was still used to the units he was familiar with, so he taught them to the two of them...
God stopped hammering, wiped the sweat from his brow, and somewhat couldn't understand why Roger wanted to forge this excessively heavy longsword.
"This sword is too powerful for an ordinary person... It's fine for short periods of use, but after half a day it will leave you exhausted!"
Rogge leaned against a pillar to rest, his gaze sweeping over the nearly completed longsword. He nodded and said, "I know, fight it this way!"
For ordinary people, the weight of weapons used on the battlefield must be strictly controlled. Considering Giss's situation, Rogge had the longsword forged to be longer and heavier.
The forging of a sword requires exceptional skill from the blacksmith and also necessitates consideration of the user's circumstances.
Slin's son, Gis, is a giant, nearly two meters tall, and considering that Slin herself is also extremely tall...
Giese's condition is purely due to good genes and a good diet; it's unlikely to be anything like gigantism...
Roger had met with Gis once.
He was tall and strong, with broad shoulders, a thick waist, and powerful limbs. Roger thought that if he were to equip him with a full set of plate armor...
Rogge was so envious of top talents that he couldn't sleep at night.
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Standard weapons typically weigh less than ten pounds, or even just two or three pounds; seven or eight pounds is considered the weight of a greatsword.
If weapons are too heavy, it will hinder sustained combat and cause soldiers to lose physical strength exponentially. The battlefield is not a fighting arena; it is a contest of sustained combat ability for several hours or even several days.
This is a perception that Rogge formed based on common sense in modern society.
However, this is Pander!!
This is a low-magic world where "gods" truly exist!
The modern common sense that Rogge was familiar with was flawed here.
The above weapon theories apply to ordinary people as well, but for mid- to high-ranking soldiers, the situation is completely different!
Those professional knights have physical abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people!
They can easily wear heavy plate armor weighing hundreds of pounds and still move with incredible speed!
If this is true for humans, it is even more true for top-tier warhorses!
For top-tier warhorses, they easily surpass the limits of ordinary warhorses in terms of load-bearing capacity, endurance, speed, and other aspects.
This is why there is such a large gap between the bottom-tier and top-tier combat power in Pande.
As a result, countries around the world developed their own unique knightly cultures, such as the Lion Knights, Phoenix Knights, and Dragon Knights...
The Knights of Pendor are truly top-tier troops!
The knight class, though not extraordinary, is more than extraordinary among ordinary people!
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Several hours later, God picked up the forged sword and examined it over and over, his eyes practically glued to it.
"Perfect!
"I can't believe I ever forged such a superb longsword with my own hands!"
"Stop just looking at it, get on with the polishing!"
Virgil handed him a whetstone, but his eyes were also firmly drawn to the longsword.
Gode withdrew his gaze and began to carefully polish the blade.
After the entire process is completed, a longsword without a hilt is placed flat on the table. The blade is smooth and clean, like a mirror, with a cold light flowing from the edge, exuding a captivating sharpness!
Virgil quickly attached a hardwood hilt, guard, and weights to the sword.
He swung the fully assembled longsword in his hand several times, but then he frowned.
"What's wrong? Still not satisfied?" Roger asked.
"Your center of gravity is off!"
Virgil swung it a couple more times to get a feel for it.
"The weight of the entire sword is almost entirely on the blade. The hilt is too light, causing the center of gravity to be too far forward. Although the slashing power is strong enough, the wrist will get extremely tired after a long time."
Virgil immediately readjusted the tail weight and grip, and after several adjustments to ensure a good feel, handed the longsword to Rogge.
"Now it's all set, give it a try."
Taking the brand-new longsword, it felt slightly heavy in my hand.
Roger was overjoyed; this was a product that the three of them had "hand-made"!
Having forged such a well-made weapon by hand, Rogge was deeply moved. He felt that "civilization" was in his own hands!
Looking through the "Eye of Insight," rows of data appear before your eyes:
[Weighted Military Sword]
[Type: One-handed sword]
[Cut Wounds +35, Penetration +24, Length +115]
"Perfect!" Roger couldn't help but exclaim.
Upon hearing Rogge's praise, Gode and Virgil moved closer, their eyes fixed on the longsword in Rogge's hand, their pride and satisfaction barely concealed.
They participated in the entire forging process of this sword and knew better than anyone else the intricate process it underwent.
"Thirty-five points of damage!" Roger knew better than anyone what this meant.
For a regular kitchen knife, a score of ten or so is sufficient...
In that northern kingdom, there lived a renowned knightly order.
The standard longswords issued to their knights only have a cut damage of 29 points!
For the village militia members who couldn't even muster a decent set of weapons, this sword was more than enough to deal with threats like roaming bandits and wild boars in the mountains!
"Shall I give it a try?"
Gode took the longsword from either side and swung it down at the corner of the wooden table next to the anvil.
Almost no sound was heard as the sharp blade sliced off the corner of the table as easily as cutting tofu.
The cut surface is neat and clean, without any burrs.
"I didn't even use much force! This is incredibly strong!"
"Rogge, maybe we shouldn't give this sword to Aunt Slin... I'd be a little reluctant to part with it!"
"Look at your pathetic self!" Virgil laughed and scolded.
"Haha, we'll have even better ones in the future, tailor-made!" Roger laughed as he patted God on the shoulder.
Their gaze fell on the remaining steel next to them; including their own, there was still a considerable amount of high-quality steel left.
"We still have plenty of high-quality steel left. Let's take advantage of this hot streak and quickly craft two more weapons to sell in the shop!"
"Great idea!"
Roger's suggestion was approved by both of them. Gold and his companion were already eager for more, and upon hearing Roger's suggestion, they quickly began to prepare.
The two discussed the details while working on the project, and within an hour, two finished products were placed on the table.
A soldier's hammerhead,
[Tempered Infantry Hammer]
[Type: One-handed weapon]
[Stun damage +26]
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The tip of a spear,
【The Spearhead of the Rebounded Warspear】
[Type: Polearm]
[Piercing damage +38]
These two weapons were not yet fitted with handles and poles.
The infantry hammer is specifically designed to counter all types of light armor.
A single blow from the hammer can cause serious internal injuries even if it doesn't break through armor; if it hits the head, it will inevitably result in a shattered skull.
The spear lived up to the saying, "An inch longer, an inch stronger."
Long-handled weapons are easier for ordinary people to learn and have a more prominent advantage in actual combat.
Both of these weapons are intended for sale.
Compared to swords and knives, which require a certain level of skill to master,
For ordinary people with no fighting skills, blindly choosing long spears or polearms is often a relatively safe and practical option.
After Gode had tidied up the blacksmith's workshop, Virgil had already cooked a pot of fish soup.
There are no seasonings here, so there's no way to remove fishy smells or enhance flavor; the taste of the dishes relies entirely on the quality of the ingredients themselves.
Fortunately, the smoked fish and other ingredients that Aunt Silin brought were of excellent quality, and the fish soup she cooked was delicious and rich.
The three of them ate a simple dinner with fish soup and wheat cakes that Aunt Silin had brought.
Back in the inner room, there was still a bed made of straw.
Luxurious soft beds and fluffy down comforters are luxuries that ordinary people can only dream of; they are exclusive items enjoyed only by nobles and wealthy merchants.
Most tenant farmers and even ordinary people slept on beds covered with straw. Having a house to shelter them from the wind and rain was already a rare blessing.
Roger lay on the hard straw bed, staring at the dark room, and suddenly felt a little dazed.
He recalled the rented rooms in modern society, the takeout he ordered after working overtime until midnight, and those days of constant running around...
It seems that no matter the era, the lives of those at the bottom of society are all pretty much the same...