Chapter 356 Testimony
Mr. Deng, the Minister of War, said that this may be a strange clan that was removed by the Taoist ancestors thousands of years ago with great magical power.
At that time, there may not have been powerful clans yet, so it was too much to put the crime on someone's head.
Just as Deng Yufeng was about to speak, he suddenly heard Cai Xingchang shouting: "Shuai Yu, according to what my subordinates have seen, Mr. Jiang's words are credible! The powerful clan dared to collude with foreign tribes to attack and kill the imperial officials. They should report to His Majesty to confiscate their homes and exterminate their clans!" ”
Deng Yufeng was a little dumbfounded. Of course he knew that both His Majesty the Emperor and the border troops were looking for an opportunity to bite the powerful clan, and it would be best to tear off a large piece of meat.
It would be better if it could be killed directly.
But you must have a suitable reason. How can you prove that the killer is related to the powerful clan without any evidence?
At this time, Yu Shuai looked thoughtful and said: "There is no evidence in this matter after all. It is not appropriate to accuse someone."
Deng Yufeng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Yushuai was worthy of being Yushuai, and he still did things in an orderly manner.
Yu Shuai continued: "However, Jiang Lin had a grudge against the Qingzhou Li family before. If someone really sends a killer, the Qingzhou Li family is naturally the most likely. I will go and ask your majesty to put the Qingzhou Li family into prison first, and then talk about it after interrogation." The matter of ransacking the house.”
The generals from several garrison camps nearby were dumbfounded.
It's not appropriate to charge someone with a crime, so it's appropriate to put him in jail for interrogation, right?
The border army's unreasonable skills seemed to have reached a higher level.
Although Deng Yufeng was from the imperial court, if the border troops really went to war with the powerful clans, no one would be able to escape.
He doesn't have the crazy energy of the border army, and he doesn't want to fight a big battle casually.
"Shuai Yu, according to my official opinion, this matter needs long-term consideration. The powerful clan does not..."
Yu Shuai glanced at it with an unimaginable sense of oppression in his eyes.
His words made Deng Yufeng feel like he had fallen into an ice cave.
"Shilang Deng wants to speak for the powerful clan, is there some connection?"
Deng Yufeng almost vomited blood, and took a step back with a pale face, saying: "Commander Yu, please don't talk nonsense. How can a subordinate collude with the powerful clan? Be loyal to the court and your Majesty. God can teach you!"
"Then you talk so much nonsense!" Yu Shuai glared at him, then looked at Jiang Lin and said: "Go, write down everything about your attack, and I will show it to His Majesty."
"Yes."
Without saying a word, Jiang Lin turned around and went to find a pen and paper, and recorded in "detailed detail" the assassins sent by the powerful clan to attack and kill him, resulting in numerous casualties in the Zhenshuo camp, the garrison camp, and the blacksmith camp.
Everyone who saw it with their own eyes can testify.
After writing this "testimony", the military attaches in the garrison turned green.
Can all testify?
Damn it, aren't you asking for trouble?
His Majesty the Emperor wanted to send troops to the local government to fortify people, so the powerful clans competed for positions in the garrison.
Both parties turn a blind eye, and you come and go, having a great time.
The powerful clans did not dare to cause trouble to the border troops, but the garrison did not have this deterrent effect.
If not, it wouldn't be unusual for him to sneak into the big tent in the middle of the night and wipe your neck.
But when Yu Shuai glanced at him, no one dared to say anything.
Compared to the powerful clans, the border troops were obviously more intimidating.
A group of military attachés from the garrison battalion looked at each other, especially the battalion that had come to Blacksmith Camp happily before, but now their eyelids were twitching up and down.
Their faces were filled with resentment, and they stared at Jiang Lin, their eyes turning green.
Jiang Lin didn't care so much, even if he gave the garrison a hundred courages, he didn't dare to do anything to him.
Otherwise, the Ministry of War, the Frontier Army, the Ministry of Industry, and even His Majesty the Emperor will not be able to spare them.
Yu Shuai took a look at the testimony and said with a smile on his face: "Yes, the record is very detailed. I will report it to Your Majesty now."
Jiang Lin suddenly shouted: "Don't be anxious, Commander Yu."
"Huh? What else is there?" Yu Shuai asked.
Jiang Lin cupped his hands and said: "This attack resulted in heavy casualties in the Zhenshuo camp and the garrison camp. I am bold and want to ask how the compensation for the casualties should be?"
Deng Yufeng said: "According to the usual practice, the deceased will receive thirty taels of pension, the injured will be treated, and if there is a disability, he will be sent back to his hometown."
Jiang Lin had known it would be like this for a long time, but hearing it with his own ears still made him feel heavy.
A border army sergeant's minimum monthly salary when he was alive was a few dozen taels. If he could become a military attache, even a general officer would have a monthly salary of several hundred taels, which was a generous salary.
But after death, there is only a mere thirty taels of pension.
With Jiang Lin's thinking, it was completely incomprehensible why the frontier troops could bravely kill the enemy regardless of their own safety.
Perhaps this is why the border troops are called madmen.
But just because you don’t understand it doesn’t mean you have to agree.
Jiang Lin took a deep breath and said: "Shuai Yu, although I am not from the Ministry of War, these brothers died because of me. I want to collect their weapons, reforge and repair them, and send them home with the corpses. I don't know. Is that possible?”
"In addition, for those who were injured, how much money can each person receive? Is it feasible?"
Yu Shuai, Deng Yufeng, Cai Xingchang, the military attachés, Xie Yunfan and others all looked over.
In fact, they all knew that Jiang Lin was one of the few people who cared about dead people.
In this Daqian, such thoughts seem out of place.
What value can a dead person have? The court's willingness to pay thirty taels of pension is considered to be the most benevolent thing.
As for the injured, the imperial medical officers were responsible for treating them and doing their best. Only when they are really disabled will they be sent back to their hometown.
Military attachés like Old Man Wei would find modest jobs to support their families.
The compensation given by Jiang Lin was not much, just at the limit that would not make the Ministry of War feel that he was deliberately trying to win people's hearts, nor would it make people feel too cheap.
Come to think of it, this was also carefully considered.
Yu Shuai did not hesitate too much and nodded: "If you are willing, that's fine."
His words were the final word, and Deng Yufeng would not say anything.
After watching Yu Shuai and others leave, Jiang Lin called Blacksmith Qi and asked him to help collect the weapons of the dead and wounded and hand them over with their names.
Blacksmith Qi was a little puzzled by this and said, "Since you want compensation, why don't you just pay the money to save trouble?"
Jiang Lin shook his head and said: "If you give too much money, the Ministry of War will be unhappy because it will appear that they are stingy. If you give too little, it will be useless."
"The imperial court never sends weapons back with corpses. I have re-forged and repaired the weapons. No matter how bad they are, they can still be worth hundreds of taels of silver."
"If the family members sell it, they can get more money. If they don't want to sell it for the time being, they can also use it as life-saving money. In this way, the Ministry of War will not say anything more, and the family members can benefit more."
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Seeing Xie Yunfan directing the corpses to be lifted up and placed on the base, Jiang Lin couldn't help but sigh: "Human life is not valuable in this world. You are used to it, but I really can't get used to it."
Blacksmith Qi lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice: "My lord, you have a kind heart."
Jiang Lin smiled bitterly, maybe so.
But he really doesn't like this kind of rule. Every time he encounters something similar, he wants to yell a few times to vent his anger.
But he also knows that doing so is meaningless.
Unless you can knock the world over with a hammer and reshape the rules, nothing will be changed at all.
The only thing that can be done is to rely on one's own ability to fight for something for these dead people.
But then again, if I die one day, will anyone do this?
Probably not.
"Sir, the shop is very messy. Do you want to send someone to help tidy it up?" Blacksmith Qi asked.
"No need." Jiang Lin took a deep breath, waved his hands and said, "You go and do your work, just collect the weapons."
"Yes."
After Blacksmith Qi left, Jiang Lin walked back to the blacksmith shop.
Take it with all your strength and put the scattered materials back into place.
With the power of the Divine Martial Realm, it is very easy to do such a thing.
Just picking it up, Jiang Lin always felt that something was not right.
He suddenly turned his head to look at the Hengyu Furnace, and when he saw something that made him feel something was wrong, he suddenly felt happy.
I saw the thirteenth branch of the magical treasure tree on the Hengyu stove, one-third of which had been lit up without knowing it!
Jiang Lin walked quickly to the Hengyu furnace and stared at the thirteenth branch of the magical treasure tree again and again.
After being promoted to a holy soldier, he did not carry out fusion forging, but continued to forge holy soldier-level chaos arrows.
Logically speaking, there should be no progress on this thirteenth branch.
As for what the stove has eaten during this time...
Jiang Lin immediately thought of those three white weirdos!
According to Deng Yufeng, they are not human beings, but a strange clan evolved from ice and snow spirits.
"Is it possible that they just look humanoid on the surface, but are actually made of some kind of top-notch material?"
Jiang Lin couldn't help but look at the meat ball in the furnace, and soon received positive emotional feedback.
This made Jiang Lin feel happy. The three weirdos stuffed the stove into the furnace and lit up one-third of the thirteenth branch of the magical treasure tree.
Judging from the fact that the number of materials will double every time you advance, one-third of the progress is equivalent to approximately 3,000 materials!
So, one weirdo is equal to a thousand materials?
If there are 1,800 of them, Hengyu Furnace will probably become a magic weapon!
Thinking of this, the depression caused by the death and injury of one of his own people instantly dissipated a lot.
Jiang Lin even looked outside, vaguely hoping that more of these weirdos would come, and then they would all be stuffed into the stove as firewood, so that Hengyu Stove would be full!
"But the number of such strange beings raised naturally is not too large." Jiang Lin thought to himself.
How did he know that there were thousands of such creatures in the snowy mountains tens of thousands of meters high.
At this time in the northwest frontier, Hong Shuai was like a flying star from the sky, landing on the top of the mountain without any scruples.
A big hole was made on the ground. Meng Shuai frowned and asked, "Why did it take so long?"
Hong Shuai chuckled and said: "How can it be so easy to build a holy weapon? It is already short enough. Let's see, Meng Shuai. With this thing, the Western Yi Ten Feathered Archers will no longer be a threat!"
Meng Shuai looked at what he handed to him. They were four dark arrows.
The faint pressure of the holy soldiers continued to emanate from the arrow, and the sharp energy rushed toward his face.
Even Meng Shuai, who was at the peak of the Divine Martial Realm, couldn't help but feel frightened.
But more than anything, it was joy.
He picked up a chaos arrow and said with joy: "It is indeed a holy weapon arrow! With this object, the ten-feathered archer can also kill!"
(End of chapter)