He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 206: The Lieutenant General is Really Good at Calculating

"Marshal Yu, do you really want to humiliate my Qingzhou Li family like this?" Li Zelin said in a deep voice, his body gradually showing signs of straightening up.

Marshal Yu's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were indifferent, and he did not take the third master of the Qingzhou Li family seriously at all.

"So what if it's a humiliation? Does the Qingzhou Li family want to fight?" asked Marshal Yu.

Qi Hongwu stood aside with a sharp look in his eyes and a piece of fire bamboo in his hand.

The general's fire bamboo can not only summon his own camp, but all the border troops who see the signal will come to support. This is a tradition.

Its scope and number of people far exceed that of a lieutenant general.

According to rough estimates, if this fire bamboo explodes, about two to three million border troops will flood into Qingzhou within three days.

This is just the support from those who saw the signal with their own eyes. It would not be surprising if five million border troops came to join in the fun within the next five days.

The border troops are notoriously protective of their own people.

Li Zelin's expression was shocked. He let out a light breath and drooped his eyelids.

The powerful clans are also very united, but it is difficult for them to be like the border troops who don't care about any interests. As long as there is a shout that a fight is going to happen, they will all come running over excitedly.

You can say that they are no different from thugs, but then again, where in the world are there thugs in the tens of millions who are strictly disciplined and have strong combat capabilities?

If so, they wouldn't be called hooligans.

They are called Border Army.

Jiang Lin walked up to a lieutenant general and bowed, saying, "Sir, can you lend me your weapons?"

The lieutenant general handed over the knife without saying anything. Xu Kaijin said, "Why not use mine? It's much more comfortable to stab."

After Jiang Lin bowed and thanked him, he just took the long sword and walked towards the man in brocade clothes.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, his footsteps neither light nor heavy.

But to the ears of the man in brocade clothes, it sounded like the sound of a soul demanding its life.

His body was trembling, and just as he was about to raise his head to speak, he heard the voice of the old man who had been kneeling beside him.

"Don't move, don't talk."

The man in brocade clothes raised his head slightly and opened his mouth.

The old man said again: "When you die, you will be buried with honor, and your family will live in peace. Don't do bad things."

He spoke so lightly that the man in brocade clothes clenched his hands. What the hell was this bullshit about a lavish burial or his family living in peace? What did it have to do with him?

They're all dead, why do you still care about this?
But whether it was Li Zelin from the Divine Martial Realm or the old man from the fifth rank of the Yuan Martial Realm, neither of them could be resisted by him.

At this time, Jiang Lin had already walked closer.

He looked down at the man in brocade clothes, saw his body trembling with fear and despair, and suddenly asked: "Do you regret being born into a powerful family?"

The man in brocade clothes raised his head, with a pleading look in his eyes, and also a little confusion.

Regret?
I hadn’t thought about it before, but now I kind of regret it.

The next second, the long knife chopped down, and the big head flew into the sky with blood.

Those eyes were full of hatred and ferocity. He had no regrets now. He only hated himself for not killing him earlier, allowing a small blacksmith to live until now.

Looking at the hideous dead face, Jiang Lin felt the other party's resentment.

But who doesn’t have resentment?
He has it, and Jiang Lin has it too.

Killing just one man in brocade clothes would not completely dispel the resentment.

Jiang Lin's gaze shifted to the old man. The man in brocade clothes was just a small character and had no right to make the decision. The lowest person who could make the decision had to be this man.

The old man sensed Jiang Lin's murderous intent and raised his eyelids, but remained indifferent.

Because he was not a small character, he didn't believe Jiang Lin would dare to do it. As he expected, Jiang Lin did have some reservations.

Killing a man in brocade clothes, with the identity of Marshal Yu, the Qingzhou Li family will just pretend that it never happened.

But if we kill another fifth-rank Yuanwu realm manager, can we still pretend that nothing happened?

At this moment, Yu Shuai suddenly said, "Boy, don't you have any courage? If you want to chop, just chop. Why think so much?"

Jiang Lin turned to look at Yu Shuai. The old man had such a calm expression, as if he was about to chop down a small beast.

Jiang Lin seemed to realize something, and without thinking, he swung his knife at the old man kneeling on the ground.

The old man's face changed, and he subconsciously wanted to take action, but he noticed the sharp eyes coming from the side.

His body trembled, and he gritted his teeth and stopped all his movements, not even daring to mobilize the vital energy of heaven and earth. He lay there and let the knife fall on his head.

The head of a fifth-grade Yuanwu Realm cultivator is just a little harder, and will still bleed if chopped down by a first-grade long sword.

The blade was embedded in his head by at least an inch and a half. If it was any deeper, it would have cut the head in two.

But the blade was already stuck in the skull. Jiang Lin pulled it several times but it didn't move. After a slight hesitation, he suddenly stepped forward and stepped on the old man's head, then gripped the handle of the knife and pulled it out with force.

Seeing him pulling a carrot like posture, Yu Shuai was slightly startled, then he laughed out loud.

Qi Hongwu chuckled and said, "This kid is really interesting."

The old man's head was chopped in half, and he was already in unbearable pain. Now Jiang Lin stepped on his head and pulled out the knife. The blade was stuck in his skull like a saw.

Even for a fifth-level Yuanwu Realm cultivator, facing such pain would be unbearable.

Adding to the humiliation of this posture, the old man's eyes turned red and his nails dug deep into his palms.

He could hardly bear it any longer. How dare a mere ninth-rank martial artist humiliate him like this!

At this moment, Li Zelin on the side suddenly snapped his fingers and the blade broke. Jiang Lin used too much force and immediately stepped back several steps before he could stand firm.

Li Zelin didn't even look at the old man who was bleeding profusely, and said in a deep voice: "Since the knife didn't kill him, let's just leave it at that. There's no need to chop him into pieces."

"Jiang Lin, what do you think?" Yu Shuai asked.

Jiang Lin glanced at the broken knife in his hand, turned around and bowed, saying, "Reporting to Commander Yu, I think this makes sense. Let's show mercy when we can."

Yu Shuai was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect Jiang Lin to really follow the other party's words and settle the matter. He immediately frowned slightly.

Without waiting for another word, Jiang Lin continued, "But I borrowed this knife. Now that it's broken, I should at least give you some compensation."

Li Zelin said: "It's just a top-grade weapon. I'll compensate you with three."

"Not enough." Jiang Lin shook his head.

"This sword was obtained by the ancestors of this gentleman after searching all over the world and sacrificing dozens of lives. It may not be of high quality, but its significance is extraordinary. Later, they asked me to forge it again, adding more than a dozen unique secret recipes. It is priceless. Three times the compensation is far from enough. At least three hundred swords are needed."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent.

Everyone thought that Jiang Lin chose to keep things quiet for the sake of the overall situation.

But who could have thought that he would turn around and ask Li Zelin for three hundred top-grade weapons as compensation.

"In addition, the border troops chased the three bandits for thousands of miles, and were exhausted from the long journey. There were thousands of soldiers who died from running, and countless others were injured. They also need to pay compensation. However, the weapons are not required. Each person will be compensated with tens of thousands of taels."

The field became even quieter. Xu Kaijin tucked the rifle under his armpit and counted silently on his fingers.

If one person pays tens of thousands of taels, ten people would have to pay hundreds of thousands of taels, a hundred people would have to pay ten million taels, and a thousand people would have to pay hundreds of millions of taels, wouldn't that be a huge loss?

This lieutenant general's eyes are so bright, he has made a fortune!

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