"Is the lord taking us hunting?"
Xiao He looked at Zhao Feng with curiosity.
As the new Shaqiu Governor, Xiao He was certainly very qualified.
A county with only a few hundred thousand people wasnât difficult for Xiao He.
"Youâll know when you go inside." Zhao Feng smiled faintly.
He continued riding toward the seemingly peaceful forest, from which animal roars occasionally emanated.
Seeing this, Xiao He dared not ask more questions.
Upon entering Milin.
In the shadows.
Several eyes were watching.
Once they confirmed.
Step step.
Step step step.
The sound of footsteps followed.
A dozen black-clad men knelt before Zhao Feng.
"Greetings, my lord."
All ten or so people showed reverence, fervently exclaiming.
"Is this where the lord trains his secret agents?"
In an instant.
Xiao He understood.
However, Xiao He was not surprised.
Once oneâs status and position reached a certain level, they would typically raise secret agents secretly to protect their family.
Zhao Feng has now become Shangjiangjun, so naturally, he would do the same.
"At ease." Zhao Feng waved his hand.
"Thank you, my lord."
The secret agents stood up uniformly.
At this moment, they also looked at him with complete reverence.
"Lead the way."
Zhao Feng didnât waste any words.
"This way, my lord, please."
The black-clad men quickly dispersed, hiding in the shadows as if they had never appeared.
The one in the lead immediately guided the way.
Following his lead.
They spent half an incense stickâs time, making several turns before finally arriving at a timber camp.
"The lord has arrived."
The leading secret agent announced loudly.
Upon hearing!
The secret agents training in the camp stopped their training and quickly gathered.
In the blink of an eye.
Four to five hundred people gathered in the timber camp, kneeling at the camp gate, and said in unison: "Yanting Wuchang welcomes the lord."
Zhao Feng dismounted, walking slowly into the camp.
"These secret agents are full of killing intent and are all elites."
Xiao He was inwardly shocked and dismounted to follow Zhao Feng into the camp.
Zhao Feng stood before the secret agents, glancing over them.
Each personâs gaze was filled with fanaticism and reverence.
Dead soldiers sworn to loyalty.
Those who were not loyal had already been eliminated by Zhao Feng.
The Yanting secret agents were all recruited from commoners.
This era never lacked people, nor did it lack those unable to survive.
The Yanting secret agents were gathered from children who couldnât survive.
"At ease."
Zhao Feng said gravely.
"Thank you, my lord."
The secret agents responded in unison.
With a swish.
Hundreds of men remained uniformly.
"Dismiss."
Zhao Feng nodded, looking towards the depths of the camp.
Only to see several people quickly approaching.
Among them, one had a heroic aura, although dressed in simple cloth, still exuding a military aura, as did the two people beside him.
They exuded a military presence.
They were all around forty, in their prime.
"Greetings, my lord."
The newcomers saluted Zhao Feng directly.
"Seems not bad."
Zhao Feng smiled.
Then looked at Qing Qin: "General Qing Qin, how do you feel?"
If experienced in the past battle to destroy Yan, one would certainly recognize this as Yanâs Shangjiangjun Qing Qin.
But to outsiders, Qing Qin was already dead.
Yet now, he was alive and well.
This was just like Li Mu in the past.
On the surface.
Li Mu was dead, yet he lived well.
And behind Zhao Feng.
Xiao He seemed a bit dazed.
Though he didnât recognize Qing Qin, he knew Li Mu.
Before.
When he had yet to serve Qin, he traveled to Zhao by chance and met Li Mu once.
As Zhao stateâs Shangjiangjun, how could Xiao He not remember?
"Li Mu is actually alive."
"Wasnât it said that Li Mu was ambushed and killed by King of Zhao, and died in Zhao?"
"Did the lord play a part in this?"
"And this Qing Qin, if I recall correctly, he was Yanâs Shangjiangjun, he committed suicide when surrendering, yet now heâs alive."
"How did the lord manage this âStealing Heaven and Changing Dayâ?" Xiao He was inwardly astonished.
This was only his first day in service!
Yet he encountered this.
"The old Yanâs General Qing Qin is dead, now only Qing Qin who pledges loyalty to the lord remains."
Qing Qin bowed to Zhao Feng, looking utterly content.
"Alright."
"Everyone, at ease, sit down."
Zhao Feng gestured, walking toward a building within the camp.
Everyone followed in succession.
After Zhao Feng sat down, everyone stood by waiting.
"Sit down, everyone."
Zhao Feng said with a smile.
"Thank you, my lord."
Everyone thanked in unison, then sat on Zhao Fengâs sides.
"Xiao He."
"Let me introduce you."
"This is Li Mu."
"Former Shangjiangjun of Zhao state, this is Sima Shang."
"This is Qing Qin, former Shangjiangjun of Yan state."
"As for this gentleman beside me, versed in political affairs, with great talent, named Xiao He."
Zhao Feng introduced, pointing to the three men.
Xiao He immediately clasped his fists: "The fame of the three generals is thunderous in my ears."
"The outside world says the three generals have fallen, to see you today is Huaxiaâs fortune."
This naturally came from Xiao Heâs heart.
"Greetings, Brother Xiao"
The three also clasped their fists in return.
"We are alive thanks to the lordâs kindness, who saved us."
"Otherwise."
"Weâd have long been buried in the ground, turned into white bones." Li Mu said with a laugh.
After such a long time.
Li Mu had long come to terms with it.
The loyalty to Zhao heâd spoken of vanished under King of Zhaoâs ambush.
Loyalty!
Did not equate to blind loyalty!
"My lord."
"Subordinates heard you led ten thousand troops into the Northern Frontierâs foreign tribes, slaughtering left and right."
"I am awed."
Sima Shang said excitedly.
Li Mu and Qing Qinâs eyes similarly glittered with color, filled with reverence.
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