May Those Under My Rule...

How much iron did it take to equip a regular infantryman?

Ten jin was enough for a ring-pommel saber!

That was a ratio of one to forty.

Besides, did all the ring-pommel sabers need to be made of hundred-refined steel?

The answer was no!

Did they need such a complicated forging process?

The answer was no!

Did they need leather armor lining?

The answer was no!

Did every soldier need to be a peak Body Realm expert?

The answer was no!

In other words, the money, provisions, and manpower spent could reach 1,100?

Then how many infantrymen could that organize?

A hundred times a thousand. Count it on your fingers... Holy crap, a hundred thousand!

The attending guests: "..."

Damn rich people!

Everyone could not help but curse Liu Bei viciously in their hearts with the most malicious words. How could he be so extravagant?!

With that much money, wouldn't it be better to raise a hundred thousand infantrymen?

No matter how formidable your thousand men were, could they fight a hundred thousand infantrymen?

Damn rich people really had no brains!

But... why was there still a tiny bit of envy, jealousy, and hatred in their hearts?!

Wait... after those damn Heavy Infantry passed by, why had the trembling become even more intense?

Holy crap!

Holy crap!

What the hell was this?!

Something even more difficult to accept happened!

A thousand heavy cavalrymen resembling steel fortresses appeared before all the attending guests once again. "..."

This time, it was even more exaggerated. Not only were the men clad in full heavy armor, but the horses were also covered head to hoof in heavy armor. The craftsmanship, especially around their four legs, was even more intricate and complicated.

The hideous battering rams on their heads, the vicious curved blades on either