When Shen Bing saw the "compassionate" look on the censor's face, he realized that he might have done something wrong.
Sure enough, the next second the censor, who was looking through the bamboo slips, said:
"Gunner Operator Shen Bing."
"The improved trebuchet is awarded to the Duke."
"Improve the trebuchet again and give it a title."
"For providing strategies to defend the Great Wall of Ci County, I was awarded a noble hairpin."
"Lead the artillery division to repel the Zhao army to ensure the safety of the Great Wall, and the title will not be renewed..."
Shen Bing's head couldn't help but buzz when he heard this.
Damn it, I actually upgraded three levels in a row to "no update".
Doesn't this "no more service" mean that you don't have to do more service?
In other words, you can go home arrogantly?
Can you leave the battlefield and go back to enjoy peace and happiness?
Then I am still so coquettish?
Of course I choose to go home!
You should have told me... you would donate it only if your brain is damaged!
Can I regret it now?
But it's too late...
The censor continued:
"Shen Bing volunteered to offer a third-level knighthood to pay for his crime, and Zhang Xuan was whipped fifty times."
"The rest of the people were changed from being tortured to being tattooed."
"Shen Bing is still a first-class knight."
Shen Bing:%&%**####……
Yang Ting gave the order and the soldiers changed the torture instruments.
Fifty lashes need no explanation.
Tattooing means tattooing words on the face and then applying it with ink.
It's almost like a tattoo that cannot be washed away in modern times.
The difference is that modern tattoos are "cool" and voluntary.
In ancient times, tattoos were used to humiliate, warn, or prevent slaves from escaping.
However, these are much better than torture, and can even be said to have saved a life.
Therefore, Zhang Xuan and more than ten soldiers all turned their grateful eyes to Shen Bing.
In fact, it was not just them, the surrounding Qin army infantry also cast admiring glances at Shen Bing.
Shen Bing could only respond with a wry smile.
The title of the Qin Army becomes more and more difficult to obtain as one goes up.
A first-class sergeant only needs to cut off one head.
A second-level noble requires five stones, and a third-level noble requires nine.
At level 4 and above, it's not just about beheading people.
Because they are usually junior officers by then.
An officer's merit is calculated based on his command and the number of battles he won.
Sometimes even if you win a battle, you will still be punished instead of being promoted...for example, the number of casualties is higher than the number of enemies killed.
Therefore, the higher you go, the more difficult it is to obtain a title.
Back then, even though Bai Qi, the God of War, had reached the point where he was so powerful that he was able to conquer the master, he was only a sixteenth-level nobleman. (Note 1)
Now Shen Bing donated his fourth-level noble title with a wave of his hand...
This is too luxurious!
However, this title was not donated in vain.
First of all, the status of the gunner was immediately recognized.
Zhang Xuan found Shen Bing immediately.
At that time, he had just finished serving his sentence and was caned fifty times.
Caning in this era is not simply a few lashes.
It requires the victim to be naked and then be whipped on the back with a whip equipped with an underhook.
Each lash would bring up a strip of flesh and blood, and after fifty lashes, the flesh and blood would become blurred and the bones would be visible.
If an ordinary person received fifty lashes, he would probably not be able to get out of bed until he had been lying on his back for several months.
But Zhang Xuan was also very tough. He was helped to find him just after serving his sentence.
I saw that his face was pale and he was sweating profusely, and his wounds would twitch even when he spoke.
"Shen Bing!"
"Thank you for your kindness!"
"There will be some use for me in the future..."
Shen Bing hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhang Xuan who was about to bow down.
"Two or five hundred masters are welcome!"
"It's just a small effort. Don't take it seriously if you have two to five hundred people."
Although he said this, Shen Bing's heart was bleeding.
Zhang Xuan nodded and replied with only one word: "Okay".
With that said, he left with the help of his subordinates.
After returning home, Zhang Xuan gave an order:
"If anyone disrespects the gunner in the future, I will chop off his head!"
"Especially Shen Bing, please serve me carefully!"
then.
The soldiers of the Qin army immediately lowered their heads when they saw the artillerymen coming up and down.
Even a considerable part of this is voluntary.
Of course, the problem of discrimination against gunners will not cease to exist.
But at least with the thousand-man team led by Zhang Xuan, it won't be a problem.
At the same time, Shen Bing also encountered a problem.
That afternoon it was time for dinner again.
Shen Bing, who had just returned from logging, heard a burst of yelling and cursing.
At first Shen Bing thought it was the gunner who was dissatisfied with the food again.
When I stepped forward, I saw that it was Cang driving away an unkempt soldier.
Seeing Shen Bing coming up, Cang complained:
"Brother!"
"This guy came out of nowhere."
"Stay here and won't leave!"
Shen Bing asked in confusion: "Who controlled it? Just let him take it away!"
"Asked!" Cang shook his head: "He can't understand or explain clearly, he is a high-level person!"
Shen Bing was confused. He didn't know who this "high-car man" was.
Later he learned that the so-called "Gaoche people" refer to nomads.
There are so many nomadic tribes in Mobei that it is difficult for the countries in the Central Plains to distinguish them.
At the same time, these nomadic peoples have "tall wheels with the most spokes."
Hence the title "high-car people".
The high-car man seemed to recognize Shen Bing, and as soon as he saw Shen Bing, he jumped up and started talking nonsense.
Shen Bing was feeling strange when he saw the man in Gaoche brushing aside his messy hair, revealing a patch of black ink on the left side of his face, with some faint traces of blood.
Then Shen Bing understood that he was one of the dozen or so Qin soldiers who had been rescued by him.
The tattoo on this face is still fresh.
Cang said "oh".
"Brother!"
"Could he be saved by you and want to repay your kindness and want to stay?"
Shen Bing looked at Gao Cheren, who was bowing to him frequently, and secretly thought that what Cang said was inseparable.
"But we are artillerymen." Shen Bing said: "Most of them are skilled craftsmen..."
Xun looked at the tall man and said:
"That's not a problem."
"Gaocha people are good at riding horses and driving carts. We just need a driver."
"It's just that this organization is not something I can change just when I ask for it..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a Qin Army soldier shouting in this direction:
"This barbarian is here, let me wait and find him!"
"I thought he had escaped, but I didn't expect that the gunner came to have fun!"
"Follow me back quickly!"
After saying that, the soldier stepped forward, not forgetting to be polite and bowing his hands to Chao Xun and Shen Bing on the way.
Xun was a little surprised by Pang Ruo and hurriedly returned the gift.
This was unimaginable before, that the soldiers would actually salute the gunnery operator.
But now it's really happening.
The soldier waved and shouted at the man in the high carriage, but the man in the high carriage remained motionless as if he hadn't heard.
The soldier looked at Gao Che Man and then at Shen Bing, seeming to understand something.
Then his eyes lit up and he cupped his hands towards Xun again:
"Master Engineer."
"This tall charioteer is a soldier under my control."
"He happened to be saved by Master Shen, and he seemed to have the intention to stay and repay his kindness."
"How about incorporating him into the artillery division!"
"I wonder if Master Engineer is willing to take him in?"