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Generally speaking, the blade is smooth, with a little blemish, but it does not delay its use.
Wang Yi nodded in satisfaction. With the current tools, it is not easy to do this.
"Give me the engine oil." Wang Yi pointed to a pot of engine oil on the ground. This was brought by Zhang Fei from the repair shop. It was originally used to deal with some failures of the team's vehicles, but he didn't expect it to come in handy here. .
"Okay." Zhang Fei immediately opened the oil pot and handed it to Wang Yi.
Wang Yi took it, shook it slightly, and slowly poured the pot full of engine oil onto the burning red machete blank.
Thorn~
There was a burst of smoke, with a strong stench.
"Ahem! It's so fucking stinky!" The people around immediately pinched their noses and kept backing away.
Others can retreat, but Wang Yi cannot.
A thick black fog surrounded Wang Yi, and the sound of coughing violently passed through the thick fog and clearly reached everyone's ears.
"Brother Yi, are you okay?" Li Hu stepped forward and slapped Wang Yi twice, and shouted to Wang Yi who was surrounded by thick fog.
"Coughcough coughit's okay, don't get too close."
Wang Yi endured the discomfort and poured the rest of the engine oil on the machete. This is the method that the person in the previous life told Wang Yi. The engine oil contains various minerals. When quenching, it can combine with the weapon to make the weapon more tough. Gentle, not like water quenching, high pressure, easy to cause deformation and cracking of weapons.
It took a while for the black smoke to slowly dissipate.
"Cough ~ bah!"
Wang Yi spit out the sticky phlegm that had turned black, his face full of bitterness.
When this engine oil encounters high temperature, it will produce toxic gas. Even with Wang Yi's current physique, he still feels uncomfortable for a while.
Fortunately, the machete was finished, and the crime Wang Yi suffered was not in vain.
When the black mist dissipated, several people dared to approach. Zhang Fei pointed to the black machete in Wang Yi's hand and asked.
"Brother Yi, has this machete been forged yet?"
"Well, it's finally built." Wang Yi squinted his eyes, with a pair of swords in his hands, and I looked like I was in the world. In fact, my eyes were so suffocated by the thick fog just now that I was about to shed tears, but no matter what the reason, my subordinates In front of him, Wang Yi still had to maintain a little majesty.
Wipe off the excess engine oil on the blade with a rag, and there are traces of black stripes wrapped around the blade, which is actually a bit of a strange beauty.
Wang Yi first used a grinder to polish the blade, especially the handle, and smoothed some barbs, and then sharpened the blade.
Because there was no whetstone, Wang Yi had no choice but to continue to use the grinder. Although it is not as tough as the whetstone, which makes the machete tougher, the advantage is that it is fast and does not waste time.
Wang Yi looked at the machete getting sharper and sharper, with a smile on his face.
"If I had used this machete to fight against that strong corpse, I might not have been so embarrassed."
"Brother Yi, have you sharpened your knife?" Li Hu stood aside, holding his own machete, looking eager to try, and seemed more anxious than Wang Yi.
"What?" Wang Yi glanced sideways at Li Hu.
"Do you want to try it?"
Li Hu nodded. Wang Yi spent a whole morning building this machete. Of course Li Hu wanted to see how sharp this machete was.
"Okay, don't regret it." Wang Yi responded, turned off the grinding machine, held the knife in one hand, and raised his chin to Li Hu.
"Come on!" Li Hu couldn't hold back for a long time. Seeing that Wang Yi was ready, he immediately screamed strangely and rushed up, brandishing a machete.
Wang Yi then took a step backwards, took a horse stance, held the machete tightly, and aimed at the right time. When Li Hu was still about five meters away from him, Wang Yi kicked his legs hard, leaped into the air, and swung the machete at Li Hu. Chop off the top of his head.
Li Hu reacted quickly, and immediately put the machete across his head in an attempt to block Wang Yi's fierce attack.
Without the slightest flamboyance, without any moves, just such a bland knife, but it is the most effective.
"Boom!
During the metal delivery, the two machetes collided in mid-air and separated immediately. Wang Yi also missed Li Hu.
"Haha! Brother Yi, your machete is not as sharp as you said." Li Hu held the machete in his hand and turned around with a smile on his face. Just now when the two knives were separated, Li Hu immediately glanced at the knife in his hand. The place where the knives meet is a bit curled, but nothing abnormal is found.
"Oh? Really!" Wang Yi turned around slowly, put the machete across his chest, and raised his eyebrows at Li Hu.
"You are watching now."
Wang Yi didn't need to say it, Li Hu had already sensed the abnormality, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, he lowered his head slowly, and looked at the machete in his hand.
I saw a small crack, less than half a centimeter, suddenly appearing on the curved edge of the blade, but it shocked Li Hu.
"Brother Yi, this Li Hu took the machete and walked quickly towards Wang Yi a few steps. Just as he was about to raise the machete to take a closer look, the machete suddenly snapped with a clang!
"Yi, brother Yi, your machete is too powerful!" Li Hu couldn't believe it, and looked at the half of the blade left in his hand.
"Heh." Wang Yi smiled and shook his head. The machete in his hand has been forged to remove impurities, and its hardness is already many times stronger than that of ordinary spring steel. The machete in Li Hu's hand is just repaired before. The factory Zhang Fei made it at will, but simply cut and polished the spring steel. If it is true, I am afraid it is not a knife.
Whether it is physical strength, skills, or the toughness of weapons, Wang Yi is much stronger than Li Hu. It is too normal to have such a situation.
"Do you want to have such a knife?" Wang Yi suddenly put the machete in front of Li Hu, and said in an extremely seductive voice.
Li Hu's eyes were immediately attracted by the blade, and the blade broke in his hand and he missed it. He fell to the ground with a clang, and swallowed subconsciously, as if what was in front of him was not a blade, but a peerless beauty.
"Haha! Huzi, if you want it, just say it. Don't let Jiajia see you like this."
Seeing Li Hu's appearance, Zhang Fei couldn't help joking.
Li Hu blushed, and immediately turned his head, his face full of indifference, but his eyes still peeked at the machete in Wang Yi's hand from time to time.
"I can't give you this machete." Wang Yi knew that Li Hu wanted it, but this machete was made by Wang Yi to deal with mutant zombies in the future. If it was given to Li Hu, it might not be able to exert its fighting power.
"But" Seeing Li Hu's disappointed face, Wang Yi changed his voice. "However, I have already written down the method of forging. If you want a machete, you can forge it yourself."
"Really, Brother Yi!" Li Hu immediately became excited when he heard Wang Yi say that he could forge a machete by himself.
"Yes." Wang Yi responded, and threw the forging method and precautions that he had written earlier to Li Hu. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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