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

Chapter 29 This is the Border Army (Third update, please read later)

Liao Mingxu walked slowly to Jiang Lin and raised his right hand.

Zhao Yankui was furious. He had finally accepted such a good disciple, and now it seemed that something bad was about to happen. How could he not be anxious?

But the guard stared at him intently, as if he would draw his sword and kill him if he dared to move.

At this moment, Jiang Lin suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute!"

Liao Mingxu paused as he raised his hand, and asked with a half-smile, "Why, are you scared?"

"This matter has nothing to do with my master or the other blacksmiths. Let them leave. I will leave it to you, my Lord!"

Jiang Lin knew very well that facing so many soldiers, not to mention that he had not yet mastered the Baking Furnace Method, even if he had reached the same level as Yu Maoming, he might not be able to escape.

Since there's no way to escape, just stand up straight.

Even if he dies, Jiang Lin will never allow himself to lose his dignity!

"Jiang Lin, what nonsense are you talking about! Even if we have to carry it, it's not your turn!" Zhao Yankui shouted, "We may be blacksmiths, but we are not cattle and sheep to be slaughtered at will! If you have the guts, kill us all and see how you will explain to His Majesty!"

"You two, master and disciple, have some backbone."

Liao Mingxu raised his hand, and finally put it down, hitting Jiang Lin's shoulder heavily.

He laughed and said, "You are my type, and you look good in shape. Are you interested in joining the army? I guarantee that within five years, you will be at least a centurion!"

Old Man Wei suddenly said, "He is more suitable to be a blacksmith."

Hearing this, Liao Mingxu felt quite regretful.

He really liked Jiang Lin's personality and character, and he looked strong and young enough.

With a little training, he may become a powerful general.

But Old Man Wei didn't want Jiang Lin to join the army, and Liao Mingxu couldn't force him.

Accompanied by the commander of the Nanling Camp, Old Man Wei came over and patted Jiang Lin on the arm, saying, "Don't be so reckless next time. They will really kill people."

Jiang Lin was stunned. No matter how dumb he was, he could see that things were not what he thought.

Liao Mingxu looked towards the blacksmith shop, his expression suddenly cold: "Who is Dong Songchang? Get out here!"

Everyone's eyes turned to Dong Songchang who was standing in the front.

Dong Songchang, who was watching the show and feeling proud of himself just a second ago, was a little dumbfounded now.

He was just thinking, if Jiang Lin and Zhao Yangkui were really killed with a knife, wouldn’t he immediately become a local tyrant in the South Blacksmith Camp?

Who will dare to contradict him in the future?
But the current situation seems to be wrong?
No need to answer, Liao Mingxu already knew who the real culprit was.

"Drag it over here!"

The two guards immediately stepped forward and grabbed Dong Songchang's shoulders. They secretly exerted force, and their five fingers pierced into his flesh like iron rods, causing Dong Songchang to scream in pain.

"What are you going to do! My brother-in-law is the deputy engineer of Linyuan Division, let me go!"

One of the guards used even more force, almost crushing Dong Songchang's shoulder, and laughed grimly: "Deputy Chief Craftsman of the Forestry Bureau? What rank is your position? Is your rank higher than mine?"

The Daqian Dynasty had nine ranks and eighteen levels, among which the garrison was ranked fifth rank, with more than a thousand subordinates.

The guard camps like the Nanling Camp, which are responsible for protecting the capital, have more people, and one garrison commander can command at least 3,000 people.

The mere deputy craftsman of the Linyuan Division was no different from an ordinary citizen in front of him. Even the clerk of the Linyuan Division, a solemn ninth-rank official, had to kneel and address the garrison commander as "Sir" when he saw him.

As for the Dusi, he was of the fourth rank, and a lieutenant general like Liao Mingxu was of the third rank!
Dong Songchang never thought that an old man who retired from the border army and worked in the blacksmith camp for more than 20 years could casually call such a big shot.

How could a person who just hangs around in a blacksmith camp understand the feelings of those who have fought bloody battles on the border for many years, fallen countless times and got up countless times in the sea of ​​blood and corpses?

The person you can trust with your back must be someone closer to you than your own brother!
It is said that military generals are uncultured, rude, and cowardly, but in terms of unity and solidarity, they are much better than civil officials. If there is a disagreement, they will draw their swords and fight. If one dies, a bunch of them will rush out from behind.

Dong Songchang was over 1.80 meters tall and very strong, but he was dragged over by the two guards like a chicken.

He wanted to struggle, but the slightest movement of his shoulder caused excruciating pain, so he could only scream.

When he was dragged to the front, Liao Mingxu stepped on his head and crushed it hard with the sole of his shoe.

His tone was extremely cold and his expression was even more ferocious.

"It's you who bullied my border troops? Are you tired of living?"

One side of Dong Songchang's face was crushed into the mud, and he felt like his teeth were about to be crushed.

Compared to the pain, there is more fear.

Border troops?

Are these people from the border army?
The military of the Daqian Dynasty was divided into three classes. The first class was the palace guards. Even if you were a first-rank minister, as long as you entered the palace, they had the right to execute first and report later.

The second class is the Imperial Guards, who garrison the capital and have the most elite equipment and personnel.

The third class is the garrisons in each prefecture. They are second to none in terms of equipment and personnel, but occasionally there are also outstanding masters and generals.

As for the border troops, they are not included in these three categories.

There is only one reason: anyone who can stay in the border army for five years is a lunatic.

A madman who doesn't care about his life!

The Daqian Dynasty has been at war since its establishment.

The war has been going on for nearly four hundred years now, and the territory has expanded more than ten times.

The enemy is attacking, and the border troops are on the march.

Daqian went on an expedition and the border troops were on their way.

It 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 were full of murderous intent within three to five years. They could scare people to death just by standing there and glaring at them.

Therefore, in the Daqian Dynasty, from the first-rank officials to the local people, everyone trembled in fear when they heard the name of the border army.

This group of people have crawled out of the pile of dead bodies countless times and have long since put life and death aside.

If you dare to provoke them, we will fight you to the death!
There was once a second-rank Prince Grand Tutor who, because he had angered a captain of the border army, was attacked by his confidants and his entire family was massacred. Afterwards, he committed suicide without saying a word.

From then on, no one dared to mess with these crazy people.

Dong Songchang was domineering in the blacksmith camp, relying on his brother-in-law who was the deputy foreman.

But now, no one can do anything against the people in the army above!
"I, I didn't provoke you..." Dong Songchang explained tremblingly.

"Master Wei is from our border army, don't you know?"

"But he has been away from the border army for decades..."

"Even if it's been a hundred years or a thousand years, you are still a member of our border army! How dare you, a dog that can't show up on the stage, bite people!" Liao Mingxu drew out his sword and chopped down Dong Songchang's arm without hesitation.

The knife was extremely sharp and the arm was cut off instantly, with blood gushing out like a fountain.

Dong Songchang screamed and twisted his body desperately, but his head was stepped on tightly and his neck creaked under the heavy weight, as if it would be broken at any time.

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