"There are so many weapons here, I can't take them all, otherwise my portable space won't fit."
Zhao Feng glanced at his own portable space—it had already used up about a third of its capacity, with everything piled up together.
But for Zhao Feng, even if everything was stacked together, he could still accurately retrieve what he needed.
He couldn't possibly take all the weapons for these five thousand men.
"Long spears and pikes, these long weapons, I can leave behind."
"Short weapons, bows, crossbows, and battle armor—these can't be abandoned. I can squeeze them in."
Zhao Feng thought about it for a moment and quickly made up his mind.
He then walked over to where nearly a thousand iron swords were kept and put them all into his space. Then bows, crossbows, and battle armor—all collected.
After putting all those away,
