The big rivers and lakes that attack

Chapter 1126: Group Portrait ([-])

"Of course I got it. When Weiwen took it away, it was hidden by my younger brother, hum~! My younger brother not only hid the pistol, but also hid a repeating gun."

Feng Yingping stood up and spoke triumphantly.

The gang leader's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked: "My good brother, do you have a hand cannon?"

"Uh... that thing is too big and heavy, no one can use it except high-rank warriors, and I'm only a fourth-rank, so I can't hide it."

"Very good, very good, already very good... As long as you can bring a complete set of hand guns and repeating guns, we brothers will be rich!"

The gang leader clapped his hands excitedly, and said: "Uncle Ping Jiang said that a broken one is worth a thousand gold, a complete one is five thousand gold, and a continuous fire gun is eight thousand!"

"The vitality gun used by the old man is completely different from that of the clan. It is much more powerful. At this price, he is fucking rich..."

The gang leader laughed.

Feng Yingping walked closer, took out the pistol from the bag behind his back, and said, "I'm going to demonstrate it to the leader, this thing is really powerful."

The gang leader said with a big laugh: "Come on, let the brothers see."

Feng Yingping nodded slightly, picked up the pistol and aimed it in the direction of the window.

When everyone was looking forward to it, he suddenly turned his gun and pointed at the gang leader's temple.

"Master, the times have changed..."

boom!
The explosion sounded, making the gang leader's face burst into peach blossoms. In an instant, Feng Yingping took the blunderbuss in the bag and bombarded the gang leader who was a rank-[-] expert.

When the gang members at the side wanted to rescue, the people from the stability maintenance station broke in through the window, followed by more intensive gunshots and the sound of swords colliding.

……

Baihudao, Xuehou's mansion, in the study.

"Well... so fine, such a casting process does not exist in this house."

In the middle of the night, Xuehou held a slightly broken hand cannon in his hand, aimed it at his already injured chest, circulated his vitality, and the cannon barrel emitted strips of light.

boom!
The sharp shells hit his chest directly, and after a burst of vitality dissipated.

"It's so powerful. It's no problem to kill a seventh-rank without any precautions. No wonder he has such confidence. This Marquis has already predicted the future power of this so-called 'hand cannon'."

"Although it can only seriously injure the seventh rank now, but in the future... that may not be the case. Transport these broken firecrackers and hand cannons back to the mansion, and ask the craftsmen to study them."

"There is also the formula of the medicine powder... If someone figured it out and understood the truth, no matter if it is a master craftsman or a slave, the Marquis will grant 5000 million gold, ennoble it, and five hundred households in the city!"

After Ping Jiang questioned: "Master Hou, such a reward... I am afraid that Lord Sangong will not agree."

Li Ehai frowned, and asked softly: "Are you questioning me? Who gave you the courage?"

"I dare not, I just want to remind Master Hou that even if the government can imitate such a weapon, it may be three or five years later, and it will not help in the current situation in the central capital."

"They won only in terms of weapons. This is all a trail. The blood-clothed army is overwhelmingly pressing over. What is a mere old man?"

Li Pingchuan said this, but he really couldn't understand what this temperamental cousin was thinking, it was just a hand cannon... Maybe he went crazy again.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

Li Ehai frowned slightly, put down his hand cannon, and squinted at him.

Li Pingchuan quickly knelt down: "Subordinates dare not!"

"Do what you are asked to do, don't talk nonsense with Benhou here, do you understand? Hmph! Short-sighted things!"

"promise……"

After a while, Uncle Ping Jiang left, and Li Ehai was the only one in the study.

He covered his heart, and muttered to himself: "Slave, why are these fools so short-sighted? Why are there so many fools in this world..."

For a long time, no one replied.

Only then did Li Ehai remember that at noon, Qin Yuenu was wounded by a Buddhist bead that Li Haoran showed.

He still couldn't figure out why Nu'er was powerless to fight back when facing that Buddhist bead, and he fell limp, trembling, and curled up on the ground profusely.

This is so puzzling. It seems that when dealing with Li Haoran, you can't let Nu'er get close to him anymore. If it wasn't for begging Nu'er today, how could you suffer such serious injuries?

He thinks so...

……

Xuanwu Road is close to the headquarters of the Stability Maintenance Institute on Kushui Street. The president's office is brightly lit, and people come out and go in, making it very busy.

Sitting behind the desk, Wu Youde sometimes flipped through some documents, sometimes opened the few jade slips at hand to read, and sometimes said something to the staff who came in to report.

After going back and forth like this for several hours, I was busy until late at night, and the busyness gradually showed signs of stopping when I was approaching Chou.

This made him also heave a long sigh of relief. After rubbing a few confidential documents on the jade slips, imprinting them with dense patterns, and destroying the documents, he suddenly remembered something and asked:

"By the way, have all the rewards been found?"

On the other side, his wife, Han Mengyao, was sorting out the documents. Seeing him ask, she nodded and said, "I just finished dealing with these things, and I found them all."

"Not only the martyrs who came back alive, but also the pensions of the war dead were all distributed to their families. Although it was in the name of rewards, everyone knew it well."

"As for those who don't have family members...then there is no other way. We can only remember their names and engrave them on the heroic stele in Zhongdu for the admiration of future generations."

"This time, a total of [-] gold was distributed, and it was distributed according to the contribution on the battlefield. Well... I decided without authorization. No matter how much the deceased contributed, more will be distributed to their families."

"I just think that people lost their lives, and it is appropriate to give their families more compensation. I feel sympathy for this matter, and I will write a report afterwards to report the situation to the head of the sect."

Wu Youde frowned, and nodded slightly: "Because of our relationship, I can't speak for you about this matter, but I guess it's not a big deal."

"The boss once said an allusion about the dark old age of 'a thousand gold buys bones'. Giving more money to the families of the victims is also an encouragement to others."

"It can't be that people help to fight and lose their lives. We don't even have a sign here, right? Although they are all voluntary, but after a long time, it will make people feel chilling."

Han Mengyao hummed lightly, and continued to pack up the files: "I think so too, but I'm still a little worried. If things go on like this, in the future, there will definitely be more people participating in such charitable deeds."

"The money allocated from above is only 200 million. I am afraid that after the real war starts, the money will not be enough. After all, once this opening is opened, some people will really work hard for money."

"If the rewards are not paid out at that time, they will definitely cause trouble. Human nature is always greedy. If others have them but they don't, then they will be in big trouble."

(End of this chapter)