Chapter 86: A Name Beyond Words (Part Five)

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Cao Peng was stunned.
Training troops and managing the army?
This was far too profound. Indeed, Cao Peng was a time traveler, but in his previous life, he was merely a criminal investigator—how could he understand such matters?
Dian Wei stared wide-eyed, full of anticipation.
Meanwhile, Dian Man blinked repeatedly, making Cao Peng feel uneasy.
In hindsight, he should have brought Wei Yan along. At least in terms of military management, Wei Yan was far more capable than Cao Peng. Unfortunately, Wei Yan was currently in Runan, reportedly doing quite well and deeply trusted by Man Chong. It was likely only a matter of time before he would be appointed as a regional commander.
“Afú, is there a way?”
“There is.”
Cao Peng gritted his teeth, forcing a smile as he answered.
It seemed that an answer was necessary...
“But Uncle Dian, the methods for training troops and managing an army are not something that can be devised overnight. Allow me to go back and carefully consider it, shall I?”
Dian Wei nodded eagerly, pecking like a chick, “But you must hurry; time is running out.”
This simpleton actually knew time was short?
Cao Peng couldn’t help but smile bitterly. If only he had known, why did you waste time before?
Originally, he intended to comfort Dian Wei a bit, but unexpectedly, he got himself entangled. With a heart full of worries, Cao Peng took his leave from the Tiger Guard Mansion.
Dian Wei was considerate enough to send Dian Man along to the largest pharmacy in Xudu. Cao Peng could charge whatever herbs he needed to the Tiger Guard Mansion’s account. He wasn’t buying herbs due to illness but because recently he felt his vital energy had reached a bottleneck. To break through, he needed external assistance. In his previous life, an old martial arts master had given him formulas to refine muscles and bones and strengthen his vital energy.
Cao Peng didn’t hesitate and bought all the herbs before returning to the fortress.
Training troops, managing the army...
How should one start?
Back at the fortress, Cao Peng racked his brains but found no clue.
Sitting alone in his study, he leafed through a book on the desk. It was the “Sima Fa,” taken from Deng Ji’s room—a widely circulated military treatise from the Han dynasty. The “Thirteen Chapters of Sun Wu” were indeed common in later times, but in this era, not everyone had access. Dian Wei might have had such resources, but he had no love for books and owned barely any collection.
Finding this “Sima Fa” was already a great feat for Cao Peng.
Staring at the obscure and difficult text, Cao Peng felt dazed...
How wonderful it would be to have a “Mengde Xinshu” in hand. Speaking of which, he wondered if Cao Cao had started compiling the “Mengde Xinshu” yet.
Historically, Cao Cao had authored a military manual, but it was destroyed in a fit of anger by Zhang Song.
Now that he was reborn, should he protect this military treatise?
Cao Peng suddenly shook his head—why was he thinking about the “Mengde Xinshu” instead of training troops and managing the army? Focus, focus!
Just then, he heard cheers from outside.
“It worked! It worked!”
Startled, Cao Peng got up and stepped out.
Before he could ask, Wang Mai came running from the furnace shed, shouting from afar, “Afú, uncle succeeded!”
“What succeeded?”
“The sword, the sword, the sword...”
Wang Mai was so excited he could barely speak clearly.
Fortunately, Cao Peng understood and grabbed Wang Mai’s arm. “You mean, father successfully forged the sword?”
Wang Mai nodded vigorously. Without waiting for a reply, Cao Peng dashed toward the furnace shed like the wind.
Inside, cheers thundered.
Xiahou Lan and Zhou Cang were shirtless, shouting excitedly.
Cao Ji’s face was twisted with emotion. In his hands was a four-foot-long “Huan Shou Dao” (Head-Cleaving Sword), tears gleaming in his eyes.
The “Huan Shou Dao” was cast as a single piece from blade to tang.
It measured four feet three inches—about 99 centimeters, just shy of one meter. The handle was about 20 centimeters long, with a tang as thick as two fingers, round and firm. Fitted with a black lacquered peachwood handle, it looked exquisite. Unlike ordinary “Huan Shou Dao,” this one featured a wooden guard shaped like a pumpkin, effectively preventing blood from flowing onto the handle. The guard’s curve was smooth, and the blade’s slender length was eighty centimeters.
The blade edge formed a subtle arc, enhancing chopping power.
Its width was about three fingers, with a peculiar dark red hue. Under the firelight, the blade shimmered with a blood-like color, intimidating to onlookers.
There was a blood groove on both sides to accelerate bleeding.
Overall, this “Huan Shou Dao” was clearly a masterpiece...
Outside the furnace shed, on a wooden platform, twenty pieces of armor plates were stacked, but the top ten were split in half.
“Peng’er, ten plates, ten plates!”
Cao Ji, seeing Cao Peng, ran over excitedly, shouting and jumping wildly.
Ten plates?
Cao Peng was taken aback and took the “Huan Shou Dao” from Cao Ji.
This sword embodied the combined effort of father and son, Cao Ji and Cao Peng. From design to casting and tempering, Cao Peng was fully involved.
On the original “Huan Shou Dao” basis, they added the wooden pumpkin guard and blood groove, aligning it with future steel swords’ features. Meanwhile, Cao Ji performed repeated tests, adding the blood of five sacrificial animals during the first quenching process to perfect the sword’s spirit.
Ancient smiths valued blood sacrifices.
From Ou Yezi to Gan Jiang and Mo Xie, all had similar legends.
Thus, blood sacrifices were deeply rooted in the craftsmen’s traditions of this era. Even with the quenching method involving the blood of five animals, Cao Ji insisted on maintaining the ritual, adding the blood of the five animals’ hearts. This caused the sword’s sheen to be somewhat dull but added a fierce aura.
“Can this sword break ten plates?”
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