However.

When Chen Bing saw the "compassionate" look on the face of the Censor, he realized that he might have done something wrong.

Sure enough, the censor who looked through the bamboo slips the next second said:

"The artillery master is in charge of soldiers and soldiers."

"Advanced trencher is given the Duke of the Duke."

"Improve the trench machine and give it to the title."

"Please offer advice to defend against the Great Wall of Ci County."

"Lead artillery troops to repel Zhao's army and ensure the safety of the Great Wall, and give the title no more..."

Hearing this Shen Bing's head, he couldn't help but "buzz".

Damn, I actually upgraded to three levels in a row to "not updating".

Doesn’t this “not updating” mean that you can’t serve without having to serve?

In other words, you can go home with a swagger?

Can you leave the battlefield and go back to enjoy your happiness?

Then I'm still flirty?

Of course I chose to go home!

You said long ago... You will donate it only if your brain gets water!

Can you regret it now?

But it's too late...

The Censor continued:

"Chen Bing voluntarily offered a third-level title to repay the crime, and Zhang Xuan whipped it fifty."

"The rest of them changed from slaughter to tattooing."

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

Shen Bing:%&%**###…

With Yang Ting's order, the soldiers changed their torture instruments.

There is no need to explain how to whip fifty.

Tattooing is to tattoo the face and then apply it with ink.

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

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

However, the tattoos in ancient times were humiliation, warnings, or preventing slaves from escaping.

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

Therefore, Zhang Xuan and more than ten soldiers all turned their gratitude to Shen Bing.

In fact, it was not just them, but the Qin infantry around them also cast admirable eyes at the Shen soldiers.

Chen Bing could only smile bitterly.

The more you go, the harder you get to get the title of Qin army.

A first-class citizen only needs to cut off one head.

A second-level rank requires five, while a third-level rank requires nine.

Level 4 is not enough to cut off the head.

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

The officer's credit is calculated based on the number of command and the number of battles that win.

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

Therefore, the more you get a title, the more difficult it is.

At that time, the God of War Bai Qi even reached the point where he was so powerful that he was only at the level 16th level. (Note 1)

Now Shen Bing waved his hand and donated his fourth-level title...

This is so extravagant!

However, this title was not for nothing.

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

Zhang Xuan found Shen Bing as soon as possible.

He had just finished serving his sentence and was whipped fifty times.

The whipping of this era is not simply a few whips.

It requires the inmate to wear his upper body naked and then whip the back with a whip equipped with an inverted hook.

Each whip will bring up a piece of flesh and blood. After fifty whip, it will be covered in blood and flesh, which will be visible to the bones.

If an ordinary person suffers fifty whips, he will probably not be able to get out of bed without lying on his feet for several months.

But this dizzy is also tough. As soon as he finished his sentence, someone was helping him find him.

I saw his face pale and sweating profusely, and even his wounds would be twitched when he spoke.

"Shen Bing!"

"I will never thank you for your kindness!"

"There will be something that will make me dizzy in the future..."

Chen Bing hurried forward and helped Zhang Xuan, who was about to bow down.

"You are welcome to be polite!"

"It's just a slight effort, don't take it to heart by the 2500 masters."

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

Zhang Xuan nodded and replied with only one word: "Okay".

As he said that, he left with the help of his subordinates.

After returning, Zhang Xuan gave an order:

"Whoever is disrespectful to the artillery master in the future, I will not cut off his head!"

"Especially Shen Bing, please be careful when I serve you!"

then.

When the Qin army soldiers saw the artillery master, they immediately lowered their heads.

Even a considerable portion of this is voluntary.

Of course, the problem of artillery masters being discriminated against will not disappear because of this.

But at least it is no problem with the 1,000-man team led by Zhang Xuan.

At the same time, Shen Bing also gained a problem.

It was lunch time again on the afternoon of that day.

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

At first, Chen Bing thought that the artillery was the artillery again and was not satisfied with the food.

When I went up and saw that it was Cang who was driving away a soldier with disheveled hair.

Seeing Chen Bing coming up, Cang complained:

"Senior Brother!"

"This guy didn't know where he got it."

"I'll leave if I stay here!"

Chen Bing asked in confusion: "Who is the one who is in charge? Just report him to take him away!"

"I asked!" Cang shook his head: "He can't understand or explain clearly. He is a tall car man!"

Chen Bing looked confused. He didn't know who this "high chariot man" was.

Later he learned that the so-called "high-car people" refer to nomadic peoples.

There are many nomadic tribes in the northern desert, and it is difficult for the Central Plains to distinguish between countries.

At the same time, these nomadic peoples have "high wheels and at most spoken".

So the title "Gaoche Man" was given.

The Gaocheman seemed to recognize Shen Bing, and as soon as he saw Shen Bing, he snatched up and said "Ji Li Gulu" and said nonsense.
To be continued...