Chapter 277: Only I Am Unique in Law Chapter 277 Song of Triumph (2)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Three times in a row, Chen Yi had transported a total of 67 students to the West Continent, one-third of whom became managers responsible for various specific affairs; the current West River Water Fortress was at least on the scale of a township, though naturally its complexity could not compare with modern Chinese townships.

The remaining two-thirds, totaling 38 people, were all thrown by Chen Yi into the Inspection Team, armed with the automatic rifles and pistols he had newly purchased, with rocket rounds available for collection in the warehouse; these things cost little money but greatly stabilized the beliefs within the West River Water Fortress, especially among the Earthlings.

Humanity of the 21st century still believed in the power of science.

Of these 38 people, Chen Yi left only 8 for She Lei, while the other 30 formed two squads to head to the manors near Ma La to find the highway raiders.

Compared with the final counterattack, finding the target took the most time, requiring them to ask around to learn; after all, the raiders were ordinary farmers, though fierce, they had more of a showing-off spirit and less of a secrecy mindset, so when a student asked about news of Lu Fu Manor at a tavern, the latter was still playing a game of divide and conceal.

Chen Yi didn't care how powerful a Noble the knight was; he took his men and charged straight for Lu Fu Manor.

Real combat was truly boring. In the pitch-black night, everyone wore night vision goggles, holding M4s from Iraq or M16s from Vietnam, and with the aid of rocket launchers and C4 explosives, they punched hole after hole into Lu Fu Manor like cracking a hard shell. The sturdy fortress built on a cliff should have provided Sir Lu Fu with the most precious protection, but instead it completed the immature Inspection Team Members, allowing them not to have to track a group of humans who ran faster than ostriches in the pitch-black night.

Although there was no artillery support, with Chen Yi personally involved, Sir Lu Fu, a mere third-rank Qi fighter, completely bowed before the immense power of C4. If there was anything imperfect during the process, it was that the team members vomited too severely.

Lu Fu Manor had about 800 farmers, Sir Lu Fu's Knight Attendants and Knight Squires numbered about 50, plus some family members, housekeepers, and servants, basically totaling a thousand; now it seemed, they were a thousand prisoners.

The army of prisoners quietly walked into the West River Water Fortress, an alien-race barracks was vacated for them to live in. Throughout the process, no one resisted; the students never went easy on the natives.

Damas's head swelled for a moment. The Sir Lu Fu in his memory was a true gentleman, immaculately dressed in formal wear, his red hair combed behind his head; occasionally when they met outside the Elder Council's assembly hall, he liked to hold a book in his hand.

But what about Sir Lu Fu now? What about those unruly subordinates of his?

Damas stared desperately but could not find the familiar figures of those knights—the difference between farmers and knights was great; just from clothing, a knight's hemp underwear was better than a farmer's outer coat, and even without chest armor, they certainly couldn't wear a set of farmers' ragged shirts.

Damas also thought: among Sir Lu Fu's Knight Attendants, there seemed to be a fellow taller than him, almost as tall as a Mount Beast; if he were there, he would definitely be half a head taller than a normal person.

But there wasn't!

The prisoners all entered the barracks, and the West River Water Fortress was quiet.

Damas whispered his doubts into Muse's ear, wanting him to go ask Chen Yi.

Muse had the experience from last time; he shivered and said softly: "Could they have... died?"

"Sir Lu Fu has nearly 50 Knight Attendants." Damas looked back insecurely; they had only over 20 people in total.

Muse dared not answer. Generally in combat, knights always charged at the front; those serving as Knight Attendants for a manor lord were also preparing to become knights; if...

He dared not think further, and also worried about being ordered by Damas to do something, so he simply said a word, spurred his mount eastward, to go receive the corpses instead.

A pit of 3000 corpses could be called a mass grave.

Yu Weichao and the others didn't understand the West Continent's funeral traditions, and worried about plague spreading, so they stuffed the corpses into a canyon in the mountains, thus only needing bulldozers to dump dirt inward.

But digging up all the corpses would be troublesome. The Elder Council's order was to have each Heavy Infantry family retrieve their own kin's remains, so when excavating, Paitu, tasked with this matter, strictly ordered the native workers "not to damage the corpses."

He disguised himself as a knight, and the natives dared not offend him, so the digging was even slower.

By the time Muse ran over, they had only just dug open the surface soil of the canyon, where rotting corpses could be seen inside.

"All 3000 inside?" Muse had quite the leadership air, specifically asking nonsense.

The native in charge of this place, Yun Village Seventeen, nodded flatly: "Yes."

Yun Village was the village Chen Yi knew earliest, and he also focused on digging up talent there; basically anyone with or without skill was pulled by him to the West River Water Fortress. Thus Yun Village was emptied out, making it convenient for him to transport supplies each time. As a side effect, the self-esteem and self-confidence of Yun Village's native youth were beyond ordinary people; they were like founding elders of the city, always able to enjoy the greatest benefits and bear the lowest punishment, counting as figures of note within the city. Other natives were one thing, but upon seeing Muse, Yun Village Seventeen did not treat him like a Noble to be revered, completely different from the natives digging corpses.

Muse couldn't get angry in time, and hurriedly asked: "Where is their armor?"

"The broken ones were all buried, the good ones are in the Storage Room."

"Good, good, good... this one, I'll call a ship to come haul people." Muse secretly stuffed a bag of copper coins to Yun Village Seventeen, containing at least 50 coins. Compared to Chen Yi's lion's mouth opening wide, he'd rather first get some corpses back and talk later. One corpse was worth one Conch Shell.

Yun Village Seventeen weighed it, snorted and laughed, handed it back to Muse with his other hand, and said lazily: "No money taken."

"You see, my brain has gone muddled." Muse without hesitation put the copper coin bag back, and produced another small bag. Inside were 20 Conch Shells, worth more than 200 copper coins.

"You take them back." Yun Village Seventeen looked at the bag and lost interest; he pointed to his nose with a steel pen and said: "My salary every 7 days is 1 Conch Shell; yours are a bit too many, but I dare not take them."

Muse saw the pure steel pen tip at the front of the steel pen at a glance, and immediately lost the strength to speak. That was even better than the brush pens used by the High Priest.

The excavation continued; it looked like it couldn't be finished in a day. Wanting to find some hands to help, Yun Village Seventeen put him off saying the workers were all repairing roads; Fulaosi had to go to the human market outside the city himself to find workers to help, unexpectedly the human market of West River Water Fortress consisted of 4 newly established intermediary companies; not only did they charge money, but the hiring price was also very expensive, almost all at the level of 5 iron coins per day.

"7 days for 3 copper coins is the minimum. The Gong Suo hires workers for 7 days giving 2 copper coins, with a minimum hire of one month; odd jobs at 3 copper coins are the minimum." The intermediary company's staff member answered Fulaosi affirmatively.

The latter hired 50 people dejectedly, using up 25 copper coins at once, and also paid another 5 coins as intermediary fees.

When they got to the canyon to dig up corpses, there was another round of trouble. Not a few workers saw it was dealing with corpses and turned to leave; even Fulaosi's whip was useless. In fact he didn't dare strike, for there were native soldiers of the Gong Suo watching him right in front.

No choice; Fulaosi gave another 50 iron coins, equal to raising everyone's salary by 20%, and the corpse-digging speed picked up. Natives not taken in by the Basic Construction Group always had all sorts of problems; slacking off was almost certain, and without several knights staring at them, they couldn't work properly.

As dusk fell, Muse thought Damas probably wouldn't force him to go find that Village Master Zhuang, so he rode his Mount Beast back to the "inn" where he had stayed last time, still thinking in his head about calling a few women to liven things up.

He was no Noble, and felt no sorrow of the rabbit dying and the fox grieving over Sir Lu Fu.

"Sir Muse." His subordinates called his hidden identity, a happy identity.

"Give me a portion of tailbone, a big one."

"They hunted a Lizard Dragon today; heard its tail is an arm thick; I'll go have them cut a piece."

"Fry it, fried it's delicious." Muse was very excited; an arm-thick tail—that Lizard Dragon must be 20 meters long, very rare.

"You'll have it in a moment."

Muse wiped his saliva, preparing to go into the room to rest, then stopped and said: "Invite Damas to dine together."

"He went back."

The Knight Attendant who answered said it very lightly, but in Muse's mind it was a flash of lightning.

"Went back?"

"Yes, said he had some matters to handle."

Muse slapped his head, no longer in the mood to eat or drink, huddled in the room thinking for a few minutes, then decisively put on his clothes and went out.

He figured it out: if Damas returned to Ma La and convened the Elder Council to speak, those war-mad Nobles would surely not let Sir Lu Fu be imprisoned; whether dispatching the Military or notifying the Temple, it would happen within the next few days. If he ran away, since the remains hadn't been transported back, his Knight title might not be preserved. Better to take this opportunity to scoop up some benefits.

He headed straight for the Gong Suo, told the gate guards he wanted an audience, and before long saw Chen Yi.

"Sir Mu Si Jue Shi." Chen Yi was drinking tea, his tone more teasing than respectful.

What qualification did Muse have to criticize anything? The other party had even arrested the veteran Sir Lu Fu Jue Shi.

He hardened his heart and said: "Your Excellency, Sir Damas who came with me today saw the Sir Lu Fu Jue Shi you captured, so he went to Ma La to report it."

Once the words were out he felt both relieved and nervous. He stared straight at Chen Yi.

"Left in the afternoon?"

"Yes."

"Oh. How many men do you think they can send?"

"At least two Jing Hui Qi Bing Ying. One cavalry battalion is 500 Knights, with a standard of 2000 attendants or retainers; two cavalry battalions means 5000 people, enough to flatten a city."

"Are they troops from that Temple Knight Ministry of yours?"

"Yes. Temple Knights have formidable combat power, more than three times stronger than Ma La's Heavy Infantry."

This was also a reminder.

Chen Yi nodded and said: "What do you want?"

Straightforward transaction or bribery — both men seemed well adapted to it. Muse replied without hesitation: "Can I use 500 Conch Shells to buy those corpses? That's all the money I brought."

"Fine. I'll throw in a few Spaceships as well. Whenever the remains are loaded, you leave." Chen Yi was preparing to take on an informant.

Muse was visibly delighted. There were many ways to make money, but only by handling the remains properly could he guarantee a chance at promotion, however slim... Before leaving he added a warning: "Sir Lu Fu Jue Shi's family power is vast. You must handle it carefully. Thank you for your generosity."

"No matter. Another money-bringer will be along soon enough."

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