Zhang Biao knelt in front of Lu Yu, knocking his head on the ground continuously, making steady and powerful sounds.
It could be seen that he was really scared, and every time he knocked with extreme force, a blood hole had been formed on his forehead, and strands of bright red blood flowed down his forehead.
After kowtowing for nearly a stick of incense, Zhang Biao suddenly felt that there was no sound coming from all around, and he couldn't help looking at Lu Yu in amazement.
But just as he raised his head, he found that Lu Yu was looking at him with indifferent eyes.
"Now that I know I've admitted my mistake, do you think it's still useful?"
Lu Yu's voice was extremely cold: "This time, I found out. But where I didn't find out, how many people were innocently framed by you?"
"As a local hundred households, you have created a document that is completely different from the Chinese army's account. Do you really think that if you push this matter away, you can clear all the blame for it!"
At this moment, Zhang Biao had blood all over his face and mud all over his body.
But of all the people present, no one felt sorry for him.
This kind of modification of other people's records, making a good loyal soldier into a deserter, no matter who it is on, I'm afraid it will not be acceptable.
Zhang Biao only felt that countless eyes were focused on him. At this moment, it seemed like a catastrophe was imminent.
But soon, a ferocious expression appeared on Zhang Biao's face, and he said, "Master Lu, after all, you are not from Tianchong Pass, and you don't know the situation here. I'm just a little guy, get rid of me." Forget it. But behind this, there are countless other forces involved, are you trying to shake the morale of the army in front of the station?"
Many sergeants present, hearing this, their eyes flickered a little, but they didn't say much.
Although this kind of thing is quite rare, many sergeants living in Tianchong pass have heard these rumors more or less on weekdays.
If one is determined to be a loyal martyr, the minimum pension granted by the imperial court is 500,000 immortal stones, and the highest may even reach 3 million immortal stones.
And this is only the most basic pension. After a one-time payment, the family members of the martyrs can also receive a regular pension from the government every year.
It is precisely because the bonus is quite generous that some people with ulterior motives will target it. There are even rumors that some people will kill all these loyal family members, and then pretend to be their family members to secretly receive the money.
Of course, this is just a rumor, and no real things have spread.
Since Zhang Biao dared to say that, there must be a backer behind him. Otherwise, if he is a small hundred household and an official the size of a sesame seed, he would be courting death if he dared to do this.
"Shake the morale of the army? If Tianchong's army will shake the morale of the army because of a few disasters, I don't think there is any need to continue to defend this pass!"
Lu Yu continued to manipulate the official seal, and took piles of documents from the air.
On the top of these documents, there are dense numbers recorded, all of which are records of expenditures and receipts of various finances in the yamen.
Even a small one-hundred-house office has a lot of paperwork to record every day.
The above accounts are not only extremely numerous, but also mixed with many strange arithmetic symbols, which can only be understood by specially trained arithmetic masters.
But even so, it is not easy to find key information from these vast documents. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com