Time travel game, starting from Kingdom Come: Deliverance

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"If we don't give it to Jiang, are we going to give it to those bastards who come knocking on our door asking for fighting dogs?"

As the story progressed, the old hunter became increasingly agitated, because due to the issue of Ironhead's ancestral bloodline, people would occasionally come to his door wanting to take one or two of them.

But the old hunter could tell at a glance that those guys just wanted to throw the dogs into the dogfighting arena.

As a result, he turned away countless people who came to his door.

The old hunter's son wasn't angry, after all, he really had no intention of taking over the old hunter's mantle, and the old hunter wouldn't allow him to take on the job.

The hunter's job couldn't support the family's expenses, nor the tuition fees for his grandchildren.

"So Dad, you've given away all the promising young dogs, aren't you afraid that Jiang will cause trouble?" The old hunter's son scratched the back of his head. He also knew what kind of person Mo Jiang had been.

"You've watched Jiang grow up, don't you trust him?"

"I'm worried that he might accidentally get eaten by wolves."

His concern wasn't anything else, but whether Mo Jiang would suffer unexpected injuries.

But the old hunter only had one thing to say about his son's worries: "If you're going to go into the forest, you have to keep the possibility of being eaten by wolves in mind at all times."

The son remained silent for a long while before the old hunter sighed, "But you are right, Jiang is indeed not a peaceful fellow."

If he had been born a few centuries earlier, he would either have become a notorious bandit in the wilderness or a general who slaughtered the barbarians on the battlefield.

……

Three hours later, Mo Jiang returned to the city and brought his five cubs to the outskirts of the city, where he rented a warehouse.

This place is a logistics zone, and large trucks frequently come and go here.

Mo Jiang needs more space to store his things, as the garage at home is no longer enough.

Another very important point is that he has to be wary of any unexpected situations that might occur when his parents return. If they see these things, he won't be able to explain himself.

A large truck with a tailgate, over five meters long, was parked next to the warehouse. A group of tall, burly men were unloading goods from the truck and carrying them into the warehouse.

The truck was called through Lalamove, and the people unloading the goods were from the Hanfu Society. Before he left for his hometown, he arranged for members who didn't have classes that day to help with the unloading.

By the time he returned from his hometown, most of the villagers had already moved out.

"President Mo!"

"Boss!"

Mo Jiang nodded slightly and asked, "Ah Hui, how's it going?"

"It's almost finished. The armor has been placed on display racks, and various cleaning and sanitation reagents have been placed on the table next to it and sorted out. The weapons have also been categorized into plastic and genuine products."

"Now all that's left are the mannequins and the wooden stakes."

For the members of the Hanfu club, these matters are perfectly clear to them, and they don't need Mo Jiang to make too many arrangements.

"How's it going at school?"

"Ah Long hasn't been seen much these past few days, but he said in the group chat that things have been settled and he'll be going to class in a couple of days."

The girls' off-campus activities have been suspended, and we have people protecting them on campus, so those idiots just took a detour.

The cosplay club affiliation is all set up. The club president is very easy to talk to, but she said the boss will owe her a favor.

As if he had thought of something, Ahui laughed, "It seems that because of this, quite a few junior students are planning to join the Hanfu club."

Mo Jiang counted the number of people; there were ten members who came to move things. He transferred three thousand yuan to Ahui via his mobile phone.

"After you're done moving, you can all go out for a meal together, it'll be on my tab."

These are all members of the Hanfu club, but this move was due to their own personal matters, so Mo Jiang naturally couldn't let them do the work for free.

"Holy crap, three thousand? Boss, did you win the lottery?!"

If this is divided equally, each person present can get 300 yuan. Earning 300 yuan in just one afternoon is quite impressive, especially for college students who are already short of money after the beginning of the month.

Not to mention that the members of the Hanfu club have higher food expenses than others, and some even consume protein powder. Their lives are much tighter compared to other students.

Mo Jiang didn't explain, but pointed to the back seat of the Wuling Zhengcheng, "The things inside have also been moved to the warehouse."

As he spoke, he opened the back seat of the car, where five cubs—three yellow and two black—were chirping energetically, showing no signs of motion sickness whatsoever.

"Oh, five mongrel puppies, and a war bow." Ahui's eyes lit up when he saw these. Bows and crossbows had always been forbidden for the Hanfu Society.

It all started when a Hanfu club produced crossbows that led to the police confiscating them. Since then, the Hanfu club has only kept a few soft bows and practice bows hidden away.

"Boss, are you planning to have a double-dealing scheme?"

"Eagles are protected animals, and fine clothes are a bit too warm for this weather. As for the thousand riders sweeping across the plains, what are you planning to do?"

Ahui said with a serious expression, "Wearing armor and gags, a hundred cavalrymen will raid the camp!"

In response, Mo Jiang flicked his forehead, saying, "If you keep doing this, I'll have to give Three Kingdoms Kill a good review."

Ah Hui just smiled sheepishly, then remembered something, "By the way, is the boss having dinner with us tonight?"

“I can’t go.” Mo Jiang pointed helplessly at the five cubs. “I still have to take care of these five old men.”

The five kittens had just moved to a new home, and he needed to stay by their side; otherwise, the subsequent training would be very troublesome.

As dusk settled, the five puppies weren't too opposed to moving to a new place. They soon started wagging their tails, sniffing around, and rubbing themselves here and there, leaving their own scent.

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19. You asked me for armor-piercing arrowheads, I can't even imagine whether you're shooting Liu Bang or Ying Zheng!

A thick rice porridge made by mixing chicken fat and egg yolks was placed in front of the five puppies. The iron plate containing the porridge was large enough for the puppies to take a bath in.

In front of each puppy was a food weighing more than itself; the five iron platters looked like a swimming pool for the five puppies.

Watching the puppy eat happily, Mo Jiang took out a test tube and put a drop of calendula extract into each of the iron plates.

Henry-level potions are truly extraordinary potions, capable of maximizing the replenishment of these kids' stamina and accelerating their development.

However, Mo Jiang didn't give them much, fearing that these kids wouldn't be able to handle it.

While the puppies were gulping down rice cereal, Mo Jiang made a phone call on his cell phone.

But instead of holding the phone to his ear, he casually placed it on the table to the side.

He knew the guy on the other end of the phone wouldn't answer so easily; he'd have to let the phone dial automatically for a few minutes.

Five minutes later, the call was connected.

"Hey, Liu Zhen." Mo Jiang didn't even intend to let the other person speak first. "How was your civil service exam in Jianzhou? Will reciting the Seven Grievances during the interview give you an edge?"

At this moment, through Mo Jiang's phone screen, I saw the phone number's note: "Former president of the club".

This way of addressing him has a strong sense of déjà vu, like "Xiao Mei's ex-boyfriend".

"I really regret it now. Why didn't I run you over and kill you?"

"I almost forgot if you hadn't mentioned it." Mo Jiang's smile widened. "The motorcycle repair costs must be considerable, how much of your savings went into it?"

The words were like sharp knives piercing Liu Zhen's chest, making him not want to continue communicating with Mo Jiang. "If you have something to say, say it. If not, shut up. If you want another full-armor combat, I'll grant your wish. This time, I guarantee I'll find seventeen 100-ton trucks to send you to your eternal rest."

The two presidents were remarkably in agreement on how to handle the second Hanfu Club full-armor fighting tournament, both aiming to defeat their opponents with the "Hundred-Ton King" strategy.

"I remember you once boasted that your ancestors were archers under Jebe, and that you were from the Golden Family. Why isn't your family surnamed Guo?"

It seems I also got a training manual for archery from the club, where did I put it?

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before a voice came through, "What do you want to do?"

"What do you think of the excuse of 'achieving the greatest joy in life'?" Mo Jiang stroked his chin, his words full of teasing towards Liu Zhen, the former president.

"Defeat the enemy, pursue the enemy, seize all their possessions, see their closest relatives weeping, ride their horses, and take their wives and daughters as your concubines."

The former president on the other end of the phone was swearing venomously.

After finishing his rant, Liu Zhen hung up the phone immediately.

Two minutes later, Mo Jiang received a text message: "The item is in the drawer of the leftmost table in the club activity room."

After receiving the text message, Mo Jiang sent a message in the club group, asking a member who didn't have class the next day to bring it to him.

It wasn't that he didn't want to get it himself, but he was still at home reflecting on his actions, and going to school would give the principal an excuse.

……

Then Mo Jiang made another call, and this time the other end answered quickly.

Mo Jiang spoke first, as always, "Hey, blacksmith? Got a new order, wanna do it?"

"I'm a machine tool maker, not a blacksmith. Have you guys gone mad from playing with armor?" The blacksmith's voice was full of helplessness, clearly indicating that he didn't like the nickname.

"Tell me, what size iron sheet do you want?"

The blacksmith was a machine tool student who often helped Mojiang process iron sheets to earn some extra money. Over time, the two became quite familiar with each other.

"No armor plates, I want arrowheads, armor-piercing heavy arrows, 200 grams, with blood grooves."

"You fucking lunatic, do you even know what you're saying? This thing is absolutely illegal!"

A sharp crackling sound came from the side of the phone. With this setup, you didn't even need to think about it; just hearing it was enough to understand one thing.

It was created as a deadly weapon.

"Are you fucking planning to kill your school principal, or are you planning to kill the members of your club?"

Mo Jiang calmly replied, "You're overthinking it. Whether you kill the principal or a member of the club, you won't need any of this. I can handle it all by myself."

Don't worry, I won't do anything illegal with this thing.

Mo Jiang responded with a cold laugh, "You dare say that? Do you think I'd believe you? Mo Jiang, I know you better than your former president, your employees, or even your girlfriend who you don't even know if she exists or is probably just an inflatable one!"

After you destroyed Liu Zhen's team, I was the one who repaired the infantry armor. I know that infantry armor wasn't your weapon; it was your restraint device!

Do you know what people in the industry call you after you took down Liu Zhen's team?

Overlord!

A hegemon for all time!

That's absolutely fucking murder!

You asked me for armor-piercing arrowheads? I can't even imagine whether you're shooting Liu Bang or Ying Zheng!

"That nickname is quite interesting. Why didn't anyone tell me?" Mo Jiang's voice remained calm, as if the blacksmith wasn't talking about him. "If you're short of money, this bonus will be more than enough."

"No, it's illegal."

Hearing this, Mo Jiang suddenly sneered, "Illegal? You machine tool students using hexagonal steel to rifle is legal? The machine tool system sends alarms to the police station every day, it's like a bank in GTA5. Your teachers have even become consultants for the police station to bail you out, just so that you bunch of bastards can graduate safely."

The idiot with the gun barrel on the vehicle is telling me it's illegal?

I find it laughable that you're telling me it's legal.

The blacksmith remained silent. He knew this was unacceptable. When machine tool students encounter a teacher with sufficient technical skills, they will intentionally or unintentionally create things that are not allowed by law.

"I know myself, and I also know the students in the machine tool industry. They are neither capable nor dare to carry out the final assembly. In fact, most of them can only manage to make a single tube and that's their limit."

But you are different, Mojiang.

You have no clear understanding of your own aggressive nature.

To put it bluntly, other people messing with pipes is just being nosy.

"You're just fucking itchy-handed!"

By the end, it was almost a roar, and you could see his trembling uvula even through the phone.

Mo Jiang frowned slightly. If the blacksmith didn't take this job, he would have to find a new channel.

This would significantly reduce safety and cargo quality.

This is not a good thing for him.

At this moment, the blacksmith took a deep breath and then exhaled all his doubts and concerns, "Damn it, I've gone mad. Send me the blueprints, the quantity, the time, everything."

I don't know where you're going to die, but out of a sense of duty, I'll spare your life.

And the money can't be less; if you're short even a single coin, I'll kill you!

Mo Jiang wasn't quite sure what considerations led the blacksmith to agree to the deal, nor was he interested in finding out.

"After you're done, deliver it to the address I gave you. Also, remember to delete the record, otherwise if the police come knocking, I'll be the first to point out you, the blacksmith."