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however.

When Shen Bing saw a "sorrowful and compassionate" look on Jian Yushi's face, he realized that he might have done something wrong.

Sure enough, the supervisor who checked the bamboo slips in the next second said:

"Artillery soldier Shen Bing."

"Improved trebuchet bestows the nobleman."

"Improved the trebuchet again to give the noble superior."

"Proposed strategies to defend the Great Wall of Cixian County, bestowing hairpins."

"Lead the artillery to repel Zhao Jun to ensure the safety of the Great Wall, and give no more to the nobility..."

Hearing this, Shen Bing couldn't help but "hum".

Nima, he has actually been promoted to three levels in a row to "no change".

Doesn't this "no change" mean that you don't have to go to war?

In other words, you can go home swaggeringly?

Can you leave the battlefield and go back to enjoy Qingfu?

Then I'm still spoiled?

Of course I chose to go home!

You said long ago... Donate it only when your brain gets flooded!

Can I go back now?

But it was too late...

Jian Yushi continued:

"Shen Bing voluntarily offered a three-level noble to plead guilty, and Zhang Xuan flogged fifty."

"The rest of the people have changed from squatting to tattooing."

"Shen Bing is still a first-class nobleman."

Shen Bing: %%**####……

At Yang Ting's order, the soldiers changed the instruments of torture.

There is no need to explain the whipping for fifty.

Tattooing means tattooing on the face and then applying ink.

It's almost a tattoo that can't be washed away in modern times.

The difference is that modern tattoos are "cool" and voluntary.

In ancient times, tattoos were humiliating, admonishing, or preventing slaves from escaping.

However, these are much better than punishment, and it can even be said that they have left a life.

Therefore, Zhang Xuan and more than a dozen soldiers all cast gratitude to Shen Bing.

In fact, it was not just them, but the surrounding Qin Army infantrymen were similar, and their eyes were either admired or envied... so terribly inhuman.

Shen Bing could only reply with a wry smile.

The higher the rank of Qin Jun, the harder it is to get.

The first class official only needs to cut off one head.

The second-level knight needs five, and the third-level knight needs nine.

Going up to level 4 is not enough to behead people.

Because at that time, he was usually a junior officer.

An officer’s credit is calculated based on the number of battles won and commanded.

Sometimes even if you win a battle, you have to be punished instead of being promoted...For example, the number of casualties is higher than the number of enemies killed.

So the more you get the title, the more precious it is.

At that time, the God of War Bai Qi even reached the point where his power was so powerful that he was no more than a 16th-level nobleman.(Note 1)

Now Shen Bing donated his fourth-level noble with a wave of his hand...

This is too extravagant!

But this title is not a free donation.

The first is that the status of the artillery is immediately recognized.

Zhang Xuan found Shen Bing the first time.

He had just served his sentence and was flogged fifty times.

The caning of this era is not simply a few strokes.

It requires the victim to be naked and then lashed on the back with a whip fitted with a barbed hook.

Each lash will bring up a piece of flesh and blood, and after fifty lashes, the flesh and blood will be visible and the bones are visible.

If an ordinary person receives fifty lashes, he may not be able to get out of bed without lying on his stomach for a few months.

But this dazzle is also hard, and just after serving the sentence, it was found by people.

I saw his face pale and sweating, and even his words would twitch his wound.

"Shen Bing!"

"Kindness without saying thanks!"

"In the future, there will be places that will make me dizzy..."

Shen Bing hurried forward to help Zhang Xuan who was about to bow down.

"Two or five hundred lord, you are polite!"

"It's just a matter of effort. Two or five hundred masters shouldn't take it seriously."

Although he said that, Shen Bing's heart was bleeding.

Zhang Xuan nodded, only one word back: "OK".

He said that he left with the help of his subordinates.

After returning, Zhang Xuan gave an order:

"If anyone is disrespectful to the artillery in the future, see if I don't chop his head!"

"Especially Shen Bing, wait for me carefully!"

then.

The soldiers of the Qin Army lowered their heads as soon as they saw the artillery.

Even a considerable part of this is voluntary.

Of course, the problem of discrimination against artillery will not cease to exist.

But at least it is not a problem with the thousand-player team led by Zhang Xuan.

At the same time, Shen Bing also got a trouble.

It was dinner again that afternoon.

Shen Bing, who had just returned from logging, heard a scream.

At first, Shen Bing thought it was the artillery who was not satisfied with the food.

When he stepped forward, he realized that Cang was driving a shaggy soldier.

Seeing Shen Bing coming up, Cang complained:

"Brother!"

"This fellow got out of nowhere."

"Lai stay here!"

Shen Bing asked in a puzzled way: "Who is under the control? Just report to him and take it away!"

"Ask!" Cang shook his head: "He can't understand or explain, he's a tall man!"

Shen Bing looked dumbfounded, he didn't know who this "tall man" was.

Later, he learned that the so-called "high-car people" referred to nomads.

There are many nomadic tribes in Mobei, and it is difficult to distinguish the countries of Central Plains.

At the same time, these nomads have "the wheels are tall and the spokes are at most."

So there is the title of "Gaocheren".

The tall man seemed to recognize Shen Bing, and as soon as he saw Shen Bing, he snatched up and said nonsense.

Shen Bing was feeling strange, but saw that the tall man put aside his messy hair and revealed a black ink on his left face, with some faint blood stains.

Then Shen Bing understood that he was one of the more than ten soldiers of the Qin Army who had been saved by him.

The tattoos on this face are still fresh.

Cang said "Oh".

"Brother!"

"Could he be saved by you, and Zhien Illustrated wants to stay?"

Shen Bing looked at the high-car man who was facing him frequently, and what Daocang secretly said was the same.

"But we are artillery." Shen Bing said: "Most of them are skilled craftsmen..."

After looking at the tall man, he said:

"It's not a problem."

"High carts are good at riding and driving. We just need a driver."

"It's just that this organization is not something I will change when I say it..."

Before I finished speaking, I heard a soldier from the Qin Army shout here:

"This barbaric is here, let me wait to find it!"

"I also said that he ran away, but I didn't expect to come to the artillery for fun!"

"Quickly follow me back!"

Said that the soldier walked forward, and he still politely bowed his hands with Shen Bing.

Xun was a little surprised by Pang Ruo and hurriedly responded.

This was unimaginable before, and soldiers would salute the artillery soldiers.

But now it really happened.

The soldier beckoned and shouted at the tall chariot, but the tall chariot stood still.

The soldier looked at Gaocheren, then at Shen Bing, and seemed to understand something.

Then his eyes lit up, and he said to Xun Gongshou again:

"Master Engineer."

"This tall chariot man is my underdog."

"It was rescued by Shen Caoshi, and this fellow seemed to have the intention to leave a repayment."

"Why not put him into the artillery!"

"I wonder if Master Engineer is willing to take in?"