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

Chapter 339: The Crime Should Be Punished (Additional 15)

"What happened to Xujian Dao?" asked General Hong.

Commander Meng handed over the secret report, and Commander Hong took a look at it. It said: "This battle is suspected to be a false surveillance. We should be cautious and not advance rashly."

Marshal Hong held the secret report in his hand, his voice gradually turned cold: "I already knew that the three major sects should be killed, how dare they collude with foreign races!"

"Fortunately, the Jueyuan Sect and the Xuanhua Sect have been wiped out by your majesty, and only the Xujian Sect is left, which may not be able to cause any trouble."

Meng Shuai inhaled and exhaled slowly, adjusted his thoughts, and then turned to look at Hong Shuai, whose head was severely injured and he was afraid that it would take some time for him to recover.

"Your Majesty has ordered us not to advance rashly. Marshal Hong, do you dare to enter the game and serve as bait?"

Although Marshal Hong was not as experienced as Marshal Meng, he had commanded a million-man army for many years. He understood immediately: "Marshal Meng wants to kill the Ten-Feather Archer?"

"That's right." Commander Meng nodded and said, "This man must be the leader of the Western Barbarians. If we kill him, the morale of the Western Barbarians will decline. I have ordered people to use local materials to make large shields, and then we can deal with the barbarians."

The combination of barbarian soldiers and Western archers is not invincible, but it is also not impossible to break it.

Feather arrows are powerful, so make a big shield to block them.

Without the threat of Western barbarian archers, it would not be difficult for the border troops to defeat three or four hundred thousand barbarian soldiers.

Even though he was seriously injured, Marshal Hong still laughed out loud: "When have my border troops ever been afraid? Then I will be the bait to lure out those ten archers."

Meng Shuai nodded slightly, his expression cold: "Don't worry, Hong Shuai, as long as this person shows up, I will kill him!"

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In the Daqian Blacksmith Camp, everyone who had worked hard all day could finally take a rest.

Zhao Yankui held the big bowl and took a few random bites. His two rows of teeth chopped the food into pieces like a guillotine and he swallowed it all down his throat.

He exhaled a breath with a strong smell of oil and couldn't help but admire: "After a tiring day, I feel less tired after eating a hot and full meal. But the food in this blacksmith camp is really good. There is so much meat that I don't want to be the deputy forger anymore."

Jiang Lin held the large basin and said with a smile, "Master, if you want to come back, you can come back anytime. I'm just afraid you won't be happy."

Zhao Yankui gave a dry laugh and that was all he said.

Now that I’m already an assistant chef, who would be willing to go back to being a master chef?

It’s not that I’m afraid of working, but there’s a bit of a gap in our status.

Especially now that the four major blacksmith camps have merged, the status of the deputy chief blacksmith has risen accordingly, and its value is completely different.

"You, Lord Jiang, are here in the blacksmith camp, why should I come back?" Zhao Yankui shook his head and took a few more mouthfuls of rice.

Yuan Gaohao, who was standing next to him, put down his chopsticks and said with some worry, "I heard that five of the seven commanders went to the border. I feel like a storm is coming. It's not good."

General Meng had said before that there were still three hundred camps that had not moved, but in fact, two hundred camps had gone to the border to garrison in advance in order to prevent Xu Jiandao from escaping.

In the hinterland, there were only a million border troops who had returned from the border last time to rest.

We are not afraid of anyone taking the opportunity to attack the hinterland. After all, if you want to come here, you must first pass the border.

But the question is, will there be internal troubles taking advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos?
Especially those powerful clans, who have always been independent and might take advantage of the situation.

Jiang Lin said calmly, "Master Yuan, don't worry too much. Daqian has been established for hundreds of years and has encountered countless dangers, but it has survived. Although this time seems dangerous, the overall situation is still stable. We only need to complete the task of the Ministry of War, and we will be safe."

Yuan Gaohao wanted to say something, but Zhao Yankui laughed and said, "You just like to think too much. With the border troops here, no one can make trouble. Why think so much? We are blacksmiths. Even if we have to worry about it, it is not the turn of small people like you and me."

Yuan Gaohao nodded and thought about it.

He is just a deputy foreman of a small blacksmith camp. Even if his status has risen a bit now, he is still just an insignificant person.

He couldn't help but look up at Jiang Lin, thinking that only Lord Jiang, whom he had watched grow up, had some qualifications to participate in this.

After the meal, everyone went back to rest, while Miao Yonghuai, Song Ziyan, and Sheng Yingchun came over to say hello.

"Master, we are back too."

"Go back." Jiang Lin nodded.

Watching the three children leave, Zhao Yankui smiled and said, "It's only been two years, and you've become someone else's master. You're really becoming more and more like a master."

Jiang Lin still smiled modestly and did not respond.

Zhao Yankui looked around and saw that most people had left, so he whispered, "It was inconvenient to say it just now, but I'm reminding you now. From what I see, this war is of great importance. The Blacksmith Camp is extremely important, and there may be people coming to cause trouble. Be sure to act with caution and be on guard!"

Although Zhao Yankui just said that Yuan Gaohao thought too much, in fact, he thought more carefully than anyone else. He just didn't want to say it in public to avoid disrupting the morale of the troops.

Jiang Lin raised his eyebrows. Would someone come to the Blacksmith Camp to cause trouble?
Come to think of it, it is really possible. Border troops fighting naturally need to replenish and replace weapons.

The Daqian army, in particular, is particularly concerned about the quality of weapons.

Every man in the Nanling camp was equipped with a fourth-grade weapon, and they killed people fiercely in the heart of Dachen. Their fighting power was terrifying and made people tremble with fear.

If every one of the millions of border troops really had such weapons, they would not be afraid even if the whole world was their enemy.

I'm afraid the powerful clans would flock to Kyoto and kowtow to the emperor and pledge their allegiance.

Unfortunately, over the years, the powerful clans have always controlled the blacksmiths and materials, causing the border troops' weapons to always remain at a low level.

Otherwise, how could the people from the Qingzhou Li family dare to come to the Blacksmith Camp to arrest people openly?

If you want to reduce the combat effectiveness of the border troops, killing people is certainly one way, but the easiest thing to do is to destroy the Daqian Blacksmith Camp.

Without the support of the blacksmith camp, the border troops' weapons would be damaged and their combat effectiveness would inevitably decline rapidly. Under normal circumstances, no one in this blacksmith camp of tens of thousands of people would dare to mess around.

But that may not be the case today.

The Western archers and northern barbarians who had not shown up for hundreds of years had all jumped out, so it would not be surprising to see more monsters and demons.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lin couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and bowed his hands and said, "Thank you, Master, for your reminder!"

No matter how extraordinary his skills are or how high his cultivation is, he is still just a young man after all.

In some matters, he is not as experienced as Zhao Yankui.

"Who do you plan to invite to garrison? Zhenshuo Camp? Or the Garrison Camp?" Zhao Yankui asked.

Jiang Lin had an idea in mind and shook his head. "I am not from the Ministry of War and have no authority to mobilize border troops or garrison camps. I can only ask the Ministry of Works to come forward. But even if they come, it will not be enough. It will be too conspicuous. We have to find other people."

The so-called other people are naturally those in the Watchtower.

During this period, Zuowang Tower has expanded rapidly and the number of people has exceeded fifteen thousand.

Jiang Lin acknowledged his connection with Zuowang Tower. With the attraction of weapons, elixirs and silver, a large number of people from the martial arts world came to apply to join every day.

If Tian Daheng had not insisted on following Jiang Lin's advice and considering character first, it would have been easy for him to have attracted over 10,000 people.

It would not be difficult for the Ministry of Works to invite people from the garrison camp, but some of the people in the watchtower had to be called over as well to infiltrate the blacksmith shop.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lin couldn't sit still and said, "I'll go to the city now."

"Okay." Zhao Yankui also knew the importance of this matter.

Then, Jiang Lin flashed and left the blacksmith camp.

He first found Si Hongwen, the Minister of Works, and reported his guess to him.

Unexpectedly, but naturally, the Ministry of Industry had already thought of this and had negotiated with the Ministry of War.

The Ministry of War will dispatch an entire garrison battalion to guard the Blacksmith Camp. In addition, the Zhenshuo Camp and another nearest garrison battalion will be ready to provide support at any time.

"Don't worry, Lord Jiang. The Blacksmith Camp is the cornerstone of the border army and is close to Kyoto City. Not everything will necessarily go wrong, so just relax." Si Hongwen said.

Jiang Lin nodded, these people considered things much more carefully than he did.

However, on his way back, he still went to the Watchtower to find Tian Daheng and asked him to take people to the Blacksmith Camp to serve as the second line of defense.

Tian Daheng would not refuse, and said, "There are currently 97 people in the Watchtower in Kyoto City. I will gather the nearby people and gather at least 300 people."

Jiang Lin nodded slightly and said, "I will refine some pills when I return, and try to help more of you break through to the Yuanwu realm."

Tian Daheng was immediately delighted. There were already quite a few people in the Yuanwu realm in Zuowang Tower, dozens of them, more than the previous three castles combined.

Of course, it’s only the quantity that’s increased, there’s still a gap in quality.

At least Wushuang Fort and Tianhuo Fort have masters of the fifth and sixth rank of Yuanwu Realm, while those in Zuowang Tower are basically all at the first rank of Yuanwu Realm.

But if the quantity is large enough, it can still make up for the quality gap.

When Jiang Lin returned to the Blacksmith Camp after a tour of Kyoto City, he saw that a garrison from the Zhenshuo Camp had arrived.

This man's name is Xie Yunfan, and the weapon in his hand is a low-grade weapon made by Jiang Lin.

"Master Jiang." Xie Yunfan took the initiative to step forward and bowed, and said cheerfully: "Master Lieutenant General ordered us to come to the Blacksmith Camp to guard it."

"Thank you for your help, brothers. I will ask someone to arrange accommodation for you right away." Jiang Lin said.

Xie Yunfan waved his hand and said, "No need to do that. We are here to guard the place, not for anything else. What's the point of lying in the house and sleeping?"

Border troops always have to sleep in the open when fighting, and even when resting, not everyone may have a house to live in or a bed to sleep in.

They have long been accustomed to lying on the ground, squatting in the corner, leaning on each other, and even taking a nap while standing.

This was especially true since the Zhenshuo Camp had just retreated from the frontier.

Jiang Lin knew the temper of the border troops and did not force them.

Soon after, an entire garrison camp of more than 10,000 people gathered at the Blacksmith Camp and set up sentry posts on the outskirts.

The lieutenant general and the commander entered the blacksmith camp and met Jiang Lin.

They knew the status of Lord Jiang, and since their ranks were almost the same, they were quite polite.

By the afternoon of the second day, people who were staying in the watchtower began to arrive one after another.

They were originally people of the underworld, without the special aura of the military camp. After they sneaked into the blacksmith shop, they were shirtless and sweaty, so it was really hard to tell.

The outermost area is the garrison camp, further inside are the three thousand border troops of the Zhenshuo camp, and the innermost are the three hundred martial arts people sitting in the watchtower.

With these three layers of guards, Jiang Lin felt a little relieved.

Three days later, the third imperial edict was delivered to the gate of Xujian Daoshan.

"God has granted my will, and the Emperor has issued an edict. Xu Jiandao has repeatedly disobeyed the Emperor's orders and attempted to rebel. He deserves death for his crimes!"

The person holding the imperial edict is none other than Marshal Yu!
Behind him, 200,000 border troops and 400,000 local troops had already assembled, with sharp weapons and murderous aura.

(End of this chapter)