"Very well!" Yang Duanhe smiled.
He had fought in wars his entire life and wielded numerous weapons, yet not a single one had ever felt truly like his destined weapon. Until he laid eyes on the horse-lance and realized it was quite simply the weapon of his dreams.
It was only a pity that Bingzhou had always classified horse-lances as top secret. He had quietly asked many people, hoping to secure just one horse-lance for himself, but to no avail. According to what he had learned through private inquiries, every single horse-lance produced in Bingzhou bore the maker's name carved from the spearhead down to the shaft, and every lance possessed its own unique serial number, making private hoarding or trafficking entirely impossible.
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