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Chapter 7 Picking

Surviving is luck, and being able to make a contribution is an unexpected surprise. After all, this is a reward that everyone did not expect when they worked hard.

The blood on his hands is still there, but it doesn't stop Zhang Yan from grabbing the noodles and gobbling them down. Here, even if you have mysophobia, you can forcefully suppress it.

"Madman, I gave you my first credit. I should be able to give you the credit this afternoon. This time it is definitely worth a whole demon tendon!"

The demon tendon is not the basis or object for calculation of military merit in Nanyuan Kingdom, but the soldiers on the front line like to use it to compare the size of the merit. Generally speaking, the merit of an entire demon tendon is considered an extremely rare achievement.

It's something you don't encounter just once a year.

"You've only been here for less than ten days, and you already have so many demonic tendons to make up for it. It's estimated that by the end of this year or the beginning of next year, all the sins on your body will be gone." Hua Gou also sighed.

"Can it disappear so quickly?" Zhang Yan was a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't understand the regulations of the Border Army to eliminate criminals. He thought he would have to stay here for several years, but at this time he listened to Hua Gou.

You mean, he can get away with it in a year at most? Is this too easy?

"Isn't that right? You are charged with the felony of arson and murder, which is the same as beheading. Generally speaking, this kind of crime requires five years of exile in the frontier army. If you die in the middle, there will be no compensation. But if you use merit to offset it, four demon tendons or

Equal merit is enough. In addition, your crime is said to be murder, but in fact it only burned a few houses and killed one person, so it is not an obstacle to counterattack.

Based on your performance these days, the four demon tendons are not a problem for you. One year is enough."

At first glance, it seems that it is indeed easy to get rid of a serious crime of decapitation, but in fact, the difficulty is definitely not something that ordinary people can accomplish.

Let’s not talk too far, let’s just say that as far as Hua Gou knows, of the seventeen criminal soldiers who came to the fortress with Zhang Yan, there are only six of them left in less than ten days. If we continue to fight for another year, there will be only six left.

The next two are rare. However, the remaining criminals who are finally exonerated are the strongest elites or backbones in the frontline army except warriors. Generally, most of them will choose to stay in the frontier army. Here,

Life is simpler than when they return to the rear, and they can make better use of their own strengths.

How many people who are accustomed to using demon tendons to exchange money can still go back to work as part-time workers or set up stalls to do business?

Of course, those who worked in the frontier army were indeed well paid. This was one of the few things that the Nanyuan Dynasty could talk about.

Sure enough, in the afternoon, the secretary found Zhang Yan and reported to him the credit. Just as Hua Gou expected, it was equivalent to the weight of a whole demon tendon.

But surprisingly, in addition to the credit, Zhang Yan also received a transfer order from the secretary.

"The guilty soldier Zhang Yan is brave and fearless in battle. With his guilty body, he has temporarily left his guarding position on the city wall for other tasks. He will report to the camp establishment officer immediately after receiving the order."

Zhang Yan: "Ah this?"

HuaGou: "......"

What does it mean that accidents are everywhere? This is it. This is true for both Hua Gou and Zhang Yan.

Huagou finally found a powerful helper. From now on, he can just wait for the steady demon-killing soldiers to earn demon tendons. How comfortable is it? How many days have passed? He is about to be taken away?!

After passing the order, the secretary kept his usual indifference and said: "Zhang Yan, you have also received the order. Go back to the camp to pack your things and report to the establishment officer. If you are late, you may be whipped." After a pause.

After a pause, he said to the dumbfounded flower dog next to him: "Li Jiang, you have also heard what happened. You should sign Zhang Yan's transfer order now. After telling the boss, I will give priority to filling up your group later.

I also asked you to temporarily join forces with Zhao San’s group recently, and just work hard and survive this period of time."

"yes!"

Although Hua Gou is the leader of the group, he is only the lowest-level soldier in the army. Although he usually makes noises and seems to be very popular in Yubei Mountain, in fact, the circle is still small, and there is no need to meet people on the upper level.

There was no room for bargaining. Even though he was very reluctant to let go of Zhang Yan, a powerful helper, he still signed the transfer order honestly without daring to complain.

As for Zhang Yan himself, he has no right to choose at all. Military orders must be implemented to the letter when they arrive. No one cares what he thinks or whether he wants it or not.

In fact, Zhang Yan was planning to hang out on the city wall and leave Yubei Mountain after his sins were cleared. After that, he planned to visit this novel world and practice cultivation. But now he was transferred away with a rod, and where did he go?

He was unclear, which made him feel even more uneasy. You must know that he is now a criminal soldier. To put it bluntly, he is the best candidate for cannon fodder. It is not impossible for him to die if he is allowed to die.

"Madman, take care of yourself!"

"Brother, you too!"

"Let's go!"

"Um."

We only knew each other for a few days, but we had a life-long friendship, and now we have to separate, and I don’t know if we will see each other again. This feeling of hasty separation made Zhang Yan feel bad. There was a feeling of "I finally got familiar with the environment and immediately got familiar with it."

The discomfort of being "thrown somewhere else".

After saying goodbye to the flower dog in a hurry, Zhang Yan went down the city wall without returning to the tent. He didn't have many things, but he was carrying them all in his arms now. He hadn't even seen a change of clothes. After thinking about it, he headed towards the camp.

Go to the establishment officer's tent.

There are a thousand people in a battalion, which belongs to the main military organization level of Nanyuan Kingdom. The leader of the battalion is the "General Manager", who is responsible for all matters, large and small. There are quartermasters, secretaries, establishment officers, training officers, etc., and

What Zhang Yan was going to see was the establishment officer in charge of establishment arrangements and personnel dispatch in the camp.

Zhang Yan had never met the establishment officer, and he didn't know his name. He even asked about the location of the establishment officer's tent along the way.

Zhang Yan was stopped several times along the way. The patrolling soldiers checked the transfer order in his hand before letting him go and pointing him in the right direction.

"The criminal Zhang Yan was ordered to come and report!"

Before entering, you have to sign up loudly, and you can only enter if you answer the call inside. The superiors and inferiors are very strict. Anyone who does not follow the rules will be whipped, and those who do not follow the rules will have their heads knocked off directly.

As for the guards at the door, there are none. The district establishment officials are not even equipped with guards. So it all depends on your own initiative.

"Come in." A hoarse voice sounded from the tent, like a voice that had lost its voice. It could be heard that the speaker's throat must be in pain.

The tent was not big, similar to the tent Zhang Yan usually lived in. However, it was not so crowded inside. There were tables and many bamboo and rattan shelves, and the shelves were all filled with copper scrolls or paper books.

According to the etiquette in his memory, Zhang Yan knelt down on one knee and raised his voice and said again: "Zhang Yan, the criminal soldier, please see the officials!"


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