Although he took on this little errand to clean up the arsenal, Mu Shaoan was actually unable to step into the arsenal in the next two months, because every six days, the blacksmith Donner Noy would lead the craftsmen and coolies to dig ice to the ghost forest outside the Great Wall.

After all, the coldest thing in the year is these three months. After this period, although the outside of the Great Wall will still be covered with ice and snow, the ice chiseled out at that time is no longer suitable for building the Great Wall in Desperate.

The chief blacksmith Donner is very stubborn about this, and even the night watchman who breaks out will not violate this tradition.

So, it was not until the end of these three months that the weather finally began to warm up and the official plot of the Ice and Fire World was finally about to begin, Mu Shaoan finally had the opportunity to organize the arsenal with Leonard and several other craftsmen.

By the way, he finally heard the order. Ranger Sir Vima Reus would lead the night watchman Gary and Will to go outside the Great Wall to track down a group of barbarian tribes that suddenly appeared.

This is also the unlucky trio who died at the hands of the White Walker at the beginning of the Ice and Fire plot.

If it were in the past, Mu Shaoan said he would not have to find a way to keep up and solve the problem once and for all, but now he knew that even if he forced himself to join the trio, he would never see the White Walker. He was arranged to clean up the weapon library at this time, and the other party was using this method to prevent it.

If he dares to rush out at this time, or find a way to sneak out, believe it or not, there will be a fire in the arsenal immediately or an important weapon will be lost, and then all night watchmen will rush out and beat him up like crazy. This routine should not be too simple to play in the seventh war zone.

Fortunately, he no longer needs it.

This time they entered the arsenal to clean up their weapons, in the name of the recruits who had finished training after three months of double training and strengthening. They would go to the Yuliangmu of the Ghost Forest to read out the Night Watcher's oath in a few days, and then officially become Night Watcher. Then, they would need a real set of Night Watcher's weapons and equipment.

"Everyone has listened carefully. The old rules are that you don't need to be sorted out in Area A, and you can't get in. Only the Commander-in-Chief, the Chief Ranger, and Donner are qualified to enter. Area B is equipped with equipment, arrows, some crossbow guns, turtle oil and other reserves, and there are also no need to go. Area D is armor and clothing, and Area D is weapons such as swords, hammers and axes. This time we mainly sort out the areas and Area D, and we have selected 24 night watchmen equipment. Well, Anderson, go to Area E, there are some broken swords that have been searched from the battlefield. Those should be returned to the furnace forging. You can sort them out."

The craftsman Leonard is a short winter melon in his forties, unshaven bearded and blacksmith, but he is not a member of the Desperate Great Wall Night Watch Corps, but is born and raised in Mole Village. Perhaps his father is a night watchman or a passing noble, but it doesn't matter.

He was obviously also affected by some hidden data curve. As long as something slightly more important, he would never let this weird-looking Anderson take over.

When cleaning up the arsenal, of course, you have to start by cleaning up garbage.

In fact, there is no e-zone in this huge arsenal, or it used to be, but now there are only spider webs and dust left.

Pushing open the creaking and shaking door, a wave of rotten air hits my face, and it’s dark all around, and piles of rags are piled up on the ground.

Mu Shaoan's eyes did not patrol the rags, but stared at a broken spider web above his head. Well, it seemed that someone had been here not long ago.

Those guys were really careful and checked all the areas they might enter in advance and what they might do to ensure that there would be no mistakes.

This kind of attentive attitude must be given 36 likes.

"What a pity."

Mu Shaoan muttered, turned around and took the broom and other cleaning tools, and started cleaning it out in a scrupulous manner.

This e-zone is not too big, about 150 square meters, but there is really a lot of garbage accumulated inside, such as the worm-filled holes, the leather armor, the leather helmet, the leather shield, the damaged crossbow that cannot be repaired, the rusted arrow, the bent and damp spear that is then broken and then cracked, and the iron sword that is so rusty that he doesn't even recognize even his mother.

It's roughly the case.

No wonder those guys were so relieved that he came to clean up.

Feelings are really a lot of garbage.

As for why there is so much garbage in the arsenal that cannot be used at all, the reason is actually very simple. Night watchmen have to fight often, with White Walkers and Savages.

War will kill people. After these night watchmen die, they are cremated directly and do not have the habit of burying them with weapons. The weapons damaged on the battlefield are piled up here after they are packed up. At that time, they can be repaired, such as the torn and broken leather armor, the gap-cut sword, etc.

However, it is important to know that all the supplies in the Great Wall of Desperity are transferred from the rear, bundles of long swords, armor and clothes for cars. In this case, even if some very responsible blacksmiths like Donner lead the craftsmen to repair, there is no motivation. You should know that there are too many things to repair on the Great Wall of Desperity. There are logs in summer and ice in winter, and there are only a few hundred people in total. How can I get time to repair those damaged equipment and weapons?

After all, even now, the material support from the rear is getting less and less, but every night watchman will definitely not lack weapons.

This does not exist in the entire plot of Ice and Fire. What the Night Watch Legion lacks is a large number of soldiers and manpower.

Finally, let’s take another step back. Even the weapons and equipment reserved in this arsenal can immediately arm 800 night watchmen, but where can I find people? I can’t just be a night watchmen just by just a cat or a dog.

So in this way, these damaged weapons and equipment are thrown here day after day, year after year, slowly being crippled by insects, slowly aged and rusted by time.

After a whole day, Mu Shaoan cleared a corner because he did not clean up like a flash or handle errands. He did it very seriously, piously, and meticulously, without any rudeness, as if he was not facing a pile of garbage, but precious cultural relics unearthed thousands of years ago from the ancient tomb.

"Anderson, it's dark, let's continue tomorrow. You still want to carve here. It took a whole day to clean up this little. Are you planning to clean up here for the rest of your life?" Leonard shouted jokingly outside, but he didn't take it seriously. Most people live a muddy place like this. Who cares about whom?

Mu Shaoan said nothing and quietly retreated.

Late at night, an oil lamp suddenly lit up in the e-district of the arsenal, and two ghostly figures emerged. They carefully observed and looked at the small area that Mu Shaoan cleaned during the day, which was less than a square meter, and looked very nervous.

"What do you think this savage wants to do? The more quiet he is, the more I feel sad, this ghost errand!" a man complained in a low voice.

And his companion was also a monk who couldn't touch his head. "God know, we originally thought this was a garbage dump, worthless, but that guy actually cleaned it up all day with relish. It would be fine if he cleaned it like a normal person. Look, what is he doing? He could look at a broken leather armor for an hour, clean it up little by little. His gentle appearance seemed to be his wife. I just thought about it and got goose bumps all over. This guy is definitely a pervert and psychopath!"

"Why not report it, didn't the above say it? As long as there is anything wrong with the barbarian, report it immediately."

"Let's wait first. We have reported 23 abnormalities in the past three months, and almost became frightened birds. Let's take a look first. I don't believe it. The barbarian just cleaned up some garbage and could make flowers? However, I must take this leather armor that he gently sorted out for the senior old guys on it, and see what clues are there."

When the words fell, the lights went out, and there was no sound again.

The next morning, Mu Shaoan followed Leonard and other craftsmen into the arsenal. This time Leonard and others were responsible for inspecting and manufacturing feather arrows. This thing is a consumable, especially for the defenders, which is essential. Although there are also a large number of feather arrows in the materials transported, this thing is simple to manufacture, so it is better to use its limited capacity to transport other materials.

After the winter chiseling of ice in Mole Village, the craftsmen have to start making feather arrows.

So Mu Shaoan can continue to clean up the e-zone.

When he saw that the holey leather armor he had sorted out yesterday disappeared, he smiled slightly. He had expected that the guys in the Seventh War Zone would not be relieved, so he would take it. Even if they wanted to break their heads, they would not think of any clues.

That’s right, Mu Shaoan has this confidence.

In the Chaos Base, the saying that weapons have spirits does not exist. In fact, there is a big market. A legendary enchantment on a weapon, or legendary characteristics, can increase the power of a weapon exponentially.

An ordinary whiteboard weapon may have doubled its value because it has been used by famous historical figures, such as the bronze pillar of the cannon-brown created by King Zhou and Daji, Jiang Ziya's straight hook, King Wen of Zhou's Bagua plate, Duke Mu of Qin's Eight-Horse Treasure Cart, and Zhuge Liang's Feather Fan. These are all because of the owner rather than ordinary treasures.

However, just as the records in history books are always emperors, generals and ministers, and the folks are always famous and famous prostitutes, or major events that are clamoring for a while.

Does anyone remember the grassroots beings? Does anyone care about the rise and fight against the common people?

Poor bones by the Wuding River are still people in the spring boudoir dream!

On the vast ancient battlefield, the sound of trumpets and flags are always left with heroes’ names and heroes’ backs, those unknown dead people have died one after another, and their lives are unknown, and they are not remembered by others!

There are so many of them, but their presence is so small that even the chaos rules are ignored.

This has nothing to do with time and space, background, race, civilization, war zone, or rules. They all have the same name, that is the cannon fodder warrior!

So, how can those high-ranking figures feel the soul under this humble mud?

How could they understand the obsession attached to this rusty iron sword?

How could they understand what kind of passionate blood had been soaked in the thin leather armor as thick as a piece of paper?

Just because they are ants, just because they are cannon fodder, just because they are insignificant soldiers.

"There has never been a rule alone for you, and there has never been a force willing to accept you, born without name, and died without sound. Now, as one of you, I want to re-set the rules. Perhaps I will never change the humble fate of the soldiers, nor can I change the death of cannon fodder soldiers on the road to charge, but I can at least ensure that your death will be remembered until immortality. Even if time, space, race, and changes in the galaxy will not erase your achievements. Your existence is the law of immortality!" (.)
Chapter completed!