Lord: Starting from the Pit-Dwelling Courtyard

Chapter 35: Wooden Scale Armor

Meanwhile, De Gea leads.

Bud knelt on one knee in the council chamber and recounted his trip to Ashwood in detail.

Lord Ramon's hand holding the tin cup remained still, but his eldest son Devon stood up.

"Five hundred soldiers? He's a new lord who's only been here for less than a month, and he's raising five hundred soldiers?"

"I saw it with my own eyes," Bard said, head bowed. "Fifty men in a row, ten rows, moving in perfect unison, not new recruits."

Devon looked at his father.

"Father, we can't wait any longer."

Ramon put the tin cup down with a very soft sound.

"Devin, take two hundred men to the eastern valley, and do not display any flags."

Devon's lips slowly curled up.

"clear."

………………

In the days that followed, Ron had the entire city wall of the territory built with blue bricks, and also completed the construction of all the barbicans.

My magic power increased by 240, and I also gained five random attribute points.

Class: Mid-stage Apprentice of Architect/Mage, Mid-stage Apprentice of Knight

Physical condition: 15

Power: 12

Spirit: 9

Mana: 350

Random attribute points: 7

Completed template building: 76

Looking at the city walls that had already been built, Ron did not rush to build other structures.

Instead, he turned his attention to weapons and equipment. Since iron ore was being delivered back every day, and with the iron ingots he had already captured, Old Hall converted a thousand iron spearheads in one go, just in case.

The original bone spearheads have all been converted into bone arrowheads, and with the addition of new bone arrowheads made from some goblin bones, the territory now has a reserve of 2000 arrows.

We had the weapons, but not the armor.

The daily iron production is only enough to forge one or two standard cross swords and make chainmail.

One piece can consume three days' worth of production, let alone plate armor.

Iron was scarce, but wood was plentiful.

He narrowed his eyes slightly as he recalled the wooden armor craftsmanship of his past life.

Oil-soaked wooden scale armor is a lightweight armor made by shaving hardwood into scales, repeatedly soaking it in tung oil, and then layering and weaving them together.

From the Shang and Shang dynasties to the Tang and Song dynasties, and even in the Ming dynasty, there were practical variations such as "naval armor," characterized by being light, tough, waterproof, and inexpensive, but vulnerable to fire and heavy blunt impacts.

He took out a large piece of wood and slowly transformed it into wooden armor plates through a transformation technique. Then, the plates were first cold-soaked, then hot-soaked, and then dried. This process was repeated three times until the armor plates turned dark brown, made a metallic sound when struck, and did not sink in water.

The inner lining is made of bison hide, which can cushion impacts to the greatest extent.

The garment is waist-length, sleeveless, and only has shoulder armor, which is detachable.

When such a set of oil-soaked wood scale armor was made, it took longer than Ron building a section of blue brick city wall and consumed more magic power. In terms of results and efficiency, it was somewhat not worth the effort.

"Even with full production capacity, we can only produce a maximum of four sets a day, and the profits are not proportional." Ron looked at the wooden scale armor in his hand and shook his head helplessly.

However, it has the lowest material costs.

"Da Vinci!" Ron suddenly shouted.

After Leonardo da Vinci was knighted, his injuries improved slightly, and he returned to work.

Since he wasn't a proper knight and his injuries hadn't fully healed, he was temporarily unable to perform military missions. Therefore, he was assigned as Ron's personal bodyguard, spending most of his time by Ron's side and responsible for his personal safety.

As for the task originally assigned to mining iron ore, it was handed over to Hilden, since he was once one of the knights of Wenger Territory and was more familiar with the terrain there.

Upon hearing Ron's call, Leonardo da Vinci immediately trotted in: "My lord, you called me?"

Ron tossed the wooden scale armor in his hand to Da Vinci.

"Go test the defensive capabilities of this wooden scale armor."

Leonardo da Vinci looked at the wooden scale armor in his hand, his eyes filled with surprise and delight.

"My lord, is this a gift from you?"

Ron's lips twitched, and he nodded slightly: "This is my newly invented wooden scale armor. Go and test its defensive capabilities and see how it is. Of course, it can't compare to the chainmail worn by Fanta and the others, but it's the best armor currently available in the territory."

After all, the amount of iron produced each day is simply not enough, so it's impossible to use it to forge armor.

Leonardo da Vinci happily agreed and ran outside to conduct the experiment.

He was a mercenary by origin and a criminal, so even though he was knighted, he still didn't have any decent weapons or equipment.

The knife in Leonardo da Vinci's hand was the Embroidered Spring Knife, which Ron produced using the Transformation Technique.

The appearance of the Embroidered Spring Blade immediately aroused the envy of many knights. The hilt was made of ebony, wrapped with silk or black lacquer, and the blade was decorated with cloud and dragon patterns. In fact, it was forged using the Damascus steel patterning technique, making it extremely sharp. The scabbard was also decorated with tassels, and the scabbard itself possessed a gorgeous cultural style that they could not understand. Whether the blade was hanging at the waist or held in the hand, its indescribable splendor made countless knights envious.

Most importantly, the blade is tough, even better than the standard Northern Cross Sword. When the two weapons clashed, the Northern Cross Sword was eventually chipped, while the Embroidered Spring Blade remained completely undamaged.

This made Fanta envious for a long time. Ron quickly promised that if they behaved well, he would reward them with an embroidered spring knife in the future, while also secretly hinting that...

From now on, the Embroidered Spring Blade will be the equipment of his trusted subordinates and personal guards, indirectly enhancing his status and position.

When Leonardo da Vinci ran out of the pit courtyard carrying the wooden scales, he bumped right into Doron.

"Why are you running? There are goblins chasing you!" Doron stepped aside, then his gaze was fixed on the armor in Leonardo da Vinci's arms.

"The lord has made some new wooden armor; let me test its defensive capabilities." Da Vinci grinned, raising the wooden scale armor half an inch higher, as if afraid Doron wouldn't be able to see it clearly.

Duolong reached out and touched it.

The nail plate is dark brown and makes a metallic sound when struck, but it is much lighter than I expected.

The layered, woven scales gleamed in the sunlight like old leather, and the shoulder armor was detachable, secured to the lining with bison leather buckles.

Having handled armor for half his life, he could tell its weight at a glance.

"I'll go with you."

The two walked to the archery target in the training field.

Da Vinci put on the wooden scale armor to get a feel for it; the garment reached his waist, and the shoulder armor just covered his collarbone.

He stretched his shoulders a couple of times, then drew his embroidered spring knife from his waist and made a few feints. The detachable design of his shoulder armor allowed his right arm to move almost without restriction.

"Let's test the arrow first." Duolong took a bone arrow from his quiver, nocked it on his bow, and stepped back thirty paces.

Da Vinci nodded, took off the wooden scale armor and hung it on the wooden target. He also stuffed a sandbag inside the wooden scale armor to make the whole armor puff up.

The bowstring twanged.

The bone arrow was embedded in the wooden scale armor, but the arrowhead was not penetrated.

Leonardo da Vinci looked down, pulled the arrow out, and left a faint white spot on the armor plate.

"Thirty paces, bone arrows won't penetrate." Duolong kept this in mind, then retreated to twenty paces and switched to flint arrowheads.

This time the arrow was embedded deeper, but it still failed to penetrate the armor plate.

He took fifteen paces and fired another arrow. The arrowhead pierced the armor plate but was caught by the bison hide lining.

"Fifteen paces, flint arrows, can't pierce armor." Doron put down his bow. "On the battlefield, fifteen paces is enough for you to get right up to the enemy. Goblins' shortbows are basically inaccurate beyond thirty paces, this armor is sufficient."

"Try the iron arrows again," Leonardo da Vinci said after a moment's thought.

After pondering for a while, Duolong took out an iron arrowhead and retreated thirty paces away.

The bowstring twanged, and the arrow pierced straight through the armor.

Doron glanced at it, stepped back fifty paces, drew his bow and shot an arrow. The arrowhead pierced the armor plate, but was caught by the bison hide lining.

This level of defensive effectiveness greatly surprised Doron.

"Want to try close combat?" Da Vinci sheathed his embroidered spring knife, took a blunt training knife from the weapon rack, and handed it to Doron.