Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

Chapter 16 Underreporting Military Merit?

"Hell, Yan Luo..."

Guergen murmured several times, but he still couldn't remember that there was a force called "Hell" in Jianghu, and an innate third-rank master nicknamed "Yan Luo".

He secretly decided that when he returned to the grassland, he must find someone to find out the origin of this force!

Even though this person has great kindness to him, he treats all things as one thing, and anyone who is poisoned by a poison whose name he doesn't even know will not be indifferent.

The masked man in white robe seemed to see through Guergen's thoughts, and reminded:

"The poison on your body won't take effect within a year. After a year, if you have made enough fame on the grassland, I will send someone to contact you with a partial antidote."

"You don't need to spend a lot of time investigating the origin of the underworld. Even if you get in touch with other people in this organization by chance, it's useless. I formulated the poison, and only I can detoxify it."

Guergen hurriedly lowered his head and assured:
"Don't dare."

At this moment, he realized the helplessness of the weak.

In front of a strong person of the innate third grade Luminous Sun Realm, any mental means are futile.

As for the man in the white robe mask, he knew very well in his heart that even though Gurgen said he didn't dare, he would definitely dare when he returned to the grassland.

But he didn't care.

Because the poison he prepared was not to poison the body, but to kill the soul. Apart from washing the soul with the magic method recorded in the "Dream Sutra", there is no cure at all.

"Gurgen, I have a doubt."

"Please, sir."

"How did you get captured by Jiang Qingjian? The Qingjian Battalion under his command are all elites. A thousand riders can be worth five thousand Di people's miscellaneous army. Your tribe has less than 2 people and less than three soldiers. Qian, how could there be a conflict with him?"

Guergen scratched his head, with the same puzzled expression:

"Actually, I'm not very clear about the situation at the time."

"About half a month ago, the old priest in the tribe heard the news that Jiang Qingjian led the Qingjian Battalion to kill and plunder on the grassland. It was unstoppable. It was about to kill our tribe, my damn Father was terribly afraid, so he discussed with the leaders of several nearby tribes, and decided that each tribe would send out a few people to gather a 3000-man army, and I would be the commander to stop the Green Sword Battalion."

"The 3000 people under my command and I were dragged onto the battlefield in less than five days. Most of them were old, weak, sick and disabled, and less than 500 of them were cavalrymen. Armor, bow and arrow, and scimitar."

"So when we ran into the Green Sword Battalion, it was no accident that we faced a massacre with great disparity in strength."

"I saw the grasslands were stained red with blood, vultures were flapping their wings on the corpses, everyone was dead, except for me, only a hundred or so cavalrymen left the battlefield in the first time in the chaos, and they saved their lives .”

"If I didn't identify myself as the sixth prince of the tribe, I might have been hacked to death as well."

Guergen's tone was a little sad, but he didn't blame himself much.

After all, according to the tradition of Beidi, it is worth celebrating to exchange the lives of three thousand old, weak, sick and disabled for the continuation of several tribes.

Those tribes in the past did the same.

But the masked man in the white robe smelled an unusual aura from it:

"wrong."

"Since the Green Sword Camp killed nearly [-] enemies in the first battle with you, then counting the military achievements of the previous massacre, no matter how you say it, there should be at least [-] gains."

"But as far as I know, Jiang Qingjian's total gains during this trip are only more than two thousand!"

"With his and his mother Jiang Jing's flamboyant personalities, it's impossible to conceal military achievements!"

Hearing the analysis of the man in the white robe mask, Guergen also frowned:
"My lord, I'm stupid and I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Are you saying that Jiang Qingjian underreported his military achievements?"

"But how is this possible?"

"The state of Chu adopts the military merit system, and every promotion to a military rank must obtain enough military merit. Even if Jiang Qingjian doesn't value military rank, he still has to consider the 1000 people under him?"

Who is not interested in military exploits?
On the prairie, Gurgen only heard of people exaggerating their military exploits, claiming that they repelled hundreds of people into annihilation of thousands of people, and using the heads of cattle, sheep and horses to build a mountain of bones to deceive themselves, but he has never heard of someone deliberately underreporting military exploits.

"He did not conceal his military achievements."

The masked man in white robe said firmly:

"He reported killing more than [-] enemies because he had only gained more than [-] in this trip to the north!"

"..."

Guergen is actually not stupid, and he reacted immediately:

"Your Excellency, you are saying that the [-] Green Sword Battalion actually did not wantonly kill and loot on the grassland, but... only fought a battle with the [-] old, weak and disabled soldiers led by me?"

"Can……"

"how can that be possible?"

"The old priest in the Diren tribe is the most respected old man in the tribe. He can't lie to us! The leaders of several tribes have also sent people to confirm the news."

The masked man in white robe said coldly:
"What's so strange about that?"

"If you were the leader of the tribe, if someone gave you enough iron ore, gold and silver to exchange the heads of thousands of old and weak soldiers, would you exchange them?"

"..."

Gurgan remained silent.

He seems to understand.

There are more than 100 Di tribes on the northern grasslands. There are many factors to measure the strength of a tribe. The three main points are the number of young and middle-aged people, the number of cattle, sheep and horses, the number of iron armor and helmets, and the number of machetes and arrows. sharpness!

The reason why weapons and equipment are so important to Di people is also very simple:
There are no large iron mines on the grassland they occupy!

For many tribes, exchanging hundreds or thousands of old, weak, sick and disabled people who would only consume food in exchange for iron ore gold and silver that can enhance the strength of the entire tribe is a sure-fire deal.

However, the Chu government strictly controls the output of iron ore, and the laws related to this aspect are also extremely strict. It is impossible for anyone to make a large iron ore transaction with the Diren tribe.

If someone really exchanged iron ore for Jiang Qingjian's military achievements...

Then this person must be a high-ranking person, and has an extraordinary relationship with Jiang Qingjian.

"I remember!"

Guergen suddenly said:

"When I met the Green Sword Battalion, they had a complete organization. They didn't even have a single wounded person. Everyone's quiver was full of arrows. They didn't look like they had gone through a series of battles at all!"

"The Qingjian Battalion is the only unit under Jiang Qingjian's name. More than 300 of them were born in the Jiang family in Yongzhou. Jiang Qingjian regards them as the direct descendants of the 15 troops who will control the three northern states in the future. Every death is a great loss."

"With Jiang Jing's extreme personality, for the sake of her son's future, she really did something like trading iron ore with Di people to reduce the casualties of the elite of the Green Sword Battalion!"

The masked man in the white robe said nothing.

What is certain now is that Gurgen and the three thousand old, weak, sick and disabled Di people were the outcasts traded by the tribal leaders. is a mystery.

The former is likely to be iron ore, as for the latter...

He is more inclined to be Jiang Jing, the second wife of the Wangfu, but Jiang Jing seems a little insufficient when it comes to a large iron ore transaction.

and……

Even if he didn't reject the Northern King's request, he must know about it.

"Sir, do you need me to investigate this matter?"

When Guergen thought that he and the three thousand old, weak, sick and disabled were sold out, there was a fire in his stomach with nowhere to vent.

Fortunately, he still treats Jiang Qingjian as a brother, and risked his life to help him suppress and test Jiang Qingyu, but in the end he turned out to be a joke being manipulated by others!

"what ever."

The man in the white robe mask didn't seem to care about this, but just urged Guergen to leave quickly:

"It's almost time, you can go."

"Be careful on the road, and don't let your guard down on the grassland. Once Hua Manlou confirms the target, most of them will never die."

"Gurgen, although I don't expect much from you, I don't want you to die so soon either."

"After all, it's not easy for me to prepare a poison."

"..."

Gurgan was speechless.

You are so funny, my lord.

I was asked to collect [-] cavalry, isn't that too high a requirement?

"My lord, then I'm leaving."

Guergen didn't talk too much, and after clenching his fist at the white-robed masked man, he took advantage of the night and the cover of the mountains and forests to rush towards the north.

As for the white-robed masked man...

He stood there, looked in the direction of the palace, and asked in his heart:
"Father, will you be the one who made a deal with Di Ren?"

(End of this chapter)