Chapter 1335

Changing the battlefield situation was a trivial matter.

What the three of them didn't know was that in Lin Cheng's original world, on medieval European battlefields between small nations, possessing a single war chariot could completely sway the course of battle.

War chariots were weapons of mass destruction on the battlefield, even more effective than a volley of ten thousand arrows. Even if the enemy wore battle armor, there would inevitably be gaps between the leg armor. As long as the height was sufficient, a blade chariot would become the most terrifying weapon of war on the field.

Otherwise, heavy armor would only turn soldiers into ~iron blockheads, living targets.

On the battlefield, unless it was a special heavy-armor legion, what soldiers wore was bound to be light armor or leather armor. Heavy armor was extremely unsuitable for charging into enemy lines or sustained combat. In ancient times, there indeed existed a heavy-infantry legion with astonishing combat power—the Trap Camp!

It was said every one of them was a man of great strength, clad in heavy armor, wielding heavy weapons, eating five or six times what an ordinary person consumed at every meal, with meat at every sitting, and their training was equally grueling.

It sounded exaggerated, but in that era, ordinary soldiers barely had enough to eat.

Half-full was already an exceptionally good treatment, let alone for the Trap Camp with the most grueling training. Even so, calculated by modern time, despite the Trap Camp's mighty combat power, their fighting time was only 30 minutes. One could imagine that without sufficient foundation, heavy armor was not the optimal choice on the battlefield.

In this world, Lin Cheng had yet to hear of any war weapons like chariots—it felt like a fictional world, with far too much chaos in its military equipment and industrial foundation. Coming back to his senses, several gazes were lingering on him.

"Huh? Why aren't you leaving?" Lin Cheng looked over.

Lord Xuan Wuji and the others had departed and were probably mobilizing personnel to assist Lin Cheng with the work. But An An and her three followers had not left.

"Staying to keep you company, is that so bad?" Hearing Lin Cheng's hint to leave, Li Wuchang immediately shot him a look, sat down on a box nearby, and swung her legs back and forth.

Her gaze had been fixed on Lin Cheng's location from start to finish.

"I suspect you want to steal my forging techniques, but I have no proof."

Pfft!

Li Wuchang, who had been drinking water, sprayed it all out in one mouthful.

"I'm a descendant of the Imperial Princess's royal house! Do I need to learn your wretched forging art? I only need to give one order, and wouldn't you have to obey me obediently?"

"Fine then…you're amazing. Can you have your three followers help me carry all these weapons over?"

Jokes aside, Lin Cheng hadn't forgotten he still had proper business to attend to.

The teasing words made Li Wuchang's face flush slightly. She waved her hand, ordering the three behind her to go help Lin Cheng.

"What are you looking at? Feeling inferior?"

Li Wuchang had just raised her head when she saw Lin Cheng with a roguish look on his face, holding up both hands. A coquettish scolding rang out, and her hand immediately lashed out.

"Go to hell!"

Slap!

"I am the Imperial Princess! You bastard!"

The three followers were stunned. What had they just heard? They heard the Highness they had been following say she was a princess, and indeed they also heard a light, pleasant girl's voice.

Could it be that all along… the person they had been following really was the Princess Highness, and the Highness had merely been disguised as a male all this time?

Master Lin Cheng had seen through the Highness's disguise so easily?