Chapter 29 This is the Border Army (Third update, please follow up)
Liao Mingxu walked slowly to Jiang Lin and raised his right hand.
Zhao Yankui was so jealous that he finally accepted such a good disciple. How could he not be anxious when something big was about to happen?
But the guard stared at him, as if he would immediately kill him if he dared to move.
At this moment, Jiang Lin suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute!"
Liao Mingxu paused with his raised hand, half-smiling but not smiling: "What, are you scared?"
"This matter has nothing to do with my master or the other blacksmiths. Let them leave and I will let you handle it!"
Jiang Lin knew very well that facing so many troops, even if he had the skill of Yu Maoming, let alone the oven skill, he might not be able to escape.
Since you can't escape, you might as well stand up straight.
Even if he dies, Jiang Lin will never allow himself to lose his dignity!
"Jiang Lin, what are you talking nonsense! Even if I have to carry it, it won't be your turn!" Zhao Yankui yelled: "Although we are blacksmiths, we are not cattle and sheep to be slaughtered by others! If you have the guts, kill us all. Look, How do you explain this to His Majesty?”
"You master and apprentice have some backbone."
Liao Mingxu's raised hand finally came down and slapped Jiang Lin heavily on the shoulder.
He laughed and said: "You have an appetite for me, and your figure looks good. Are you interested in joining the army? I will guarantee that within five years, you will be at least a hundred households!"
Old Man Wei suddenly said: "He is more suitable to be a blacksmith."
Hearing this, Liao Mingxu felt a little regretful.
He really liked Jiang Lin's character and conduct, and his body looked strong and young enough.
With a little training, he may not become a strong player.
But Old Man Wei didn't want Jiang Lin to join the army, and Liao Mingxu couldn't force him.
Accompanied by the Nanling Camp Dusi, Old Man Wei came over and patted Jiang Lin's arm and said: "Don't be so reckless next time, they are really good at killing people."
Jiang Lin was stunned. No matter how stupid he was, he could see that things were different from what he thought.
Liao Mingxu looked at the blacksmith shop, his expression suddenly cold: "Who is Dong Songchang? Get out of here!"
Everyone's eyes moved to Dong Songchang, who was standing at the front.
Dong Songchang, who was watching the show a second ago and was feeling proud, would be a little dumbfounded.
He was still thinking just now, if Jiang Lin and Zhao Yankui were really killed by a knife, wouldn't he immediately become the emperor in the South Blacksmith Camp?
Who would dare to contradict him in the future?
But the current situation doesn’t seem quite right?
No need to answer, Liao Mingxu already knew who the real owner was.
"Drag it over here!"
The two guards immediately stepped forward and grabbed Dong Songchang's shoulders respectively. They secretly exerted force, and their fingers penetrated into the flesh and blood like iron drills. Dong Songchang immediately cried out in pain.
"What are you going to do! My brother-in-law is the deputy craftsman of Linyuan Division, let me go!"
One of the guards worked harder, almost crushing Dong Songchang's shoulder, and laughed ferociously at the same time: "Deputy Chief Craftsman of Linyuan Division? What official position is there? Is there anyone with a higher rank than me?"
The Daqian Dynasty has nine levels and eighteen levels, among which the garrison ranks at the fifth level, with more than a thousand subordinates.
Guard camps like the Nanling Camp that guard Kyoto have more people. One guard can oversee at least 3,000 people.
The mere deputy chief of Linyuan Division was no different from a common person in front of him. Even the secretary of Linyuan Division, a serious ninth-grade official, had to kneel down and call him "sir" when he saw this guard.
As for Dusi, he is in the fourth rank, and a general like Liao Mingxu is in the third rank!
Dong Songchang never imagined that an old man who had retired from the border army and worked in the blacksmith camp for more than 20 years could call such a big shot casually.
How could a person who was dawdling in a blacksmith camp understand the feelings of these people who had fought bloody battles on the border for many years, fell down countless times in the sea of blood and corpses, and got up countless times.
If you can safely give your back to the other person, it must be someone who is closer than your own brother!
It is said that military generals are uneducated, rude, and mediocre, but when it comes to unity and teamwork, they are much better than civil servants. After a disagreement, they drew their swords and met each other. One of them died, and a bunch of them rushed out from behind.
Dong Songchang was over 1.8 meters tall and very burly, but he was dragged over like a chicken by two guards.
He wanted to struggle, but the pain in his shoulder was excruciating even if he moved it casually, and he could only keep screaming.
After he was dragged forward, Liao Mingxu directly stepped on his head on the ground and crushed it hard with the sole of his shoe.
His tone was extremely cold, and his expression was even more ferocious.
"Is it you, bullying our border troops? Are you tired of living?"
One side of Dong Songchang's face was crushed into the dirt, and he felt that his teeth were about to be squeezed out.
Compared with this pain, there is more fear.
Border troops?
Are these people from the border army?
The army of the Daqian Dynasty is divided into three levels. The first level is the palace guards. Even if you are a first-class minister, as long as you step into the palace, they have the right to kill you first and then report you.
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The second class is the Guards, which guards the capital. They are the most elite in terms of equipment and personnel.
The third level is the garrison of each government, followed by equipment and personnel, but occasionally there are outstanding masters and generals.
As for the border troops, they are not among these third classes.
There is only one reason. Anyone who can stay in the border army for five years is a lunatic.
Desperate lunatic!
The Daqian Dynasty has been on war since its establishment.
It has been fighting for nearly four hundred years now, and its territory has expanded more than ten times.
The enemy is attacking, and the border troops are on the way.
A large-scale expedition was launched, and the border troops came forward.
That is a place more cruel than a meat grinder, but anyone who wants to live a few more years would not consider it.
People who retired from the border army had red eyes and murderous intent within three to five years. They could scare people to death just by staring at them.
Therefore, in the Daqian Dynasty, everyone from the first-rank officials to the local people trembled when they heard the name of the border army.
This group of people has risen from the dead countless times and has long ignored life and death.
If you dare to offend them, they will fight you to the death!
There was once a second-rank prince and grand master who had offended a thousand commanders in the border army, and was hunted down by his henchmen and massacred. Afterwards, he killed himself without saying a word.
From then on, no one dared to mess with these lunatics.
Dong Songchang was domineering in the blacksmith camp, relying on his brother-in-law who was the master craftsman.
But now it's hard for anyone to deal with the people in the army!
"I, I didn't mess with you..." Dong Songchang explained tremblingly.
"Master Wei is from our frontier army, don't you know?"
"But he has left the border army for decades..."
"Even if it takes a hundred or a thousand years, you are still a member of our frontier army! You are a dog that cannot stand on the table, but you still dare to bite people!" Liao Mingxu drew out his sword and slashed Dong Songchang's arm without hesitation. .
The knife was so sharp that the arm was cut off instantly and blood flowed like a fountain.
Dong Songchang screamed and twisted his body desperately, but his head was stepped on tightly, and his neck couldn't help but make an overwhelming creaking sound, as if it would be broken at any time.
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