The refugee militiamen gathered around, and Xie Zhong and his entourage sat quietly on a long bench.
Qian Fengrong didn't want to sit down, so he put his hands on his chest and looked a little irritable.
Zhong Qiankun led the team here, and from a distance he saw this strong man who was much taller than ordinary people, and his arm muscles were as strong as iron.
Zhong Qiankun slowed down slightly. Almost at a glance, he determined that this man would definitely be his weapon to determine victory in the future.
"The military advisor is here." Someone not far away from Xie Zhong whispered.
The news spread, and everyone looked in the direction of Zhong Qiankun.
Xie Zhong and his little entourage also looked up.
The crowd automatically separated into a lane, and Zhong Qiankun walked slowly, looking from Qian Fengrong to the middle-aged man in an elegant blue shirt sitting on the long bench and the young entourage beside him.
Surrounded and looked at by so many people, Xie Zhong always looked gentle.
He has a pair of silkworm eyes, and the corners of his lips under his beard are slightly raised, so he shows a little bit of joy, and the whole person seems to be in a very good mood.
After Zhong Qiankun looked at him carefully, he said, "You thanked the counselor for his letter?"
"Your Excellency is Commander Zhong," Xie Zhong said warmly, "I have met Commander Zhong."
What he said was reasonable, but people didn't get up, and they didn't even bother to bow their hands.
Zhong Qiankun endured it for the time being and looked at Qian Fengrong next to him.
Up close, it can be seen that the man's body is covered with wounds, and there is a very long wound on his face that has just begun to scab. The wound is extremely ferocious, and it is definitely not caused by a sword.
"May I ask what this strong man's name is?" Zhong Qiankun said.
"His surname is Qian, just call him Changyi," Xie Zhong said.
Qian Fengrong said nothing.
His real name is now very valuable. There used to be a reward of 300 taels from Tian Dayao. Later, after the military attack on the Sinan Gate, the 300 taels of silver directly turned into 200 taels of gold.
"Qian Qian is so powerful." Zhong Qiankun said to Qian Fengrong.
Qian Fengrong looked at him and had no reaction.
Zhong Qiankun then looked back at Xie Zhong: "May I ask this counselor Xie, what is your relationship with Qian Zhuangshi?"
Xie Zhonglang smiled: "He and I are friends together, and we have come together to join Emperor Qi this time."
Emperor Qi is the emperor Zhong Qiankun has repeatedly chosen.
The day after the selection, the "Enthronement Ceremony" was held directly, and the first goal was to capture Qingxiang Village and have a territory exclusive to them.
It may seem like child's play, but the effect of "taking the throne" is real.
Since they had a name, their cohesion has instantly increased. The men have faith and centripetal force. They no longer feel like homeless people wandering around. An indescribable sense of belonging greatly enhances their loyalty.
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"Huh?" Xie Zhong said, looking around, "Where is Emperor Qi, why don't you see him?"
"I'm here." A tall man with a beard said.
Xie Zhong looked towards him and heard a man next to him shout: "Bold, Your Majesty has been standing here for so long, you are blind!"
For the first time, Xie Zhong felt that he had been so wronged. When he looked at this so-called emperor, he did not look like an emperor at all.
"You haven't saluted our Majesty yet!" the man shouted again.
Qian Fengrong frowned and gestured to step forward.
Xie Zhong stood up, raised his hand to lift his robe, and bowed solemnly to the emperor.
"Xie Zhong kowtows to Emperor Qi, long live long live long live!" His forehead was deeply pressed to the ground.
The little follower at the back followed suit and silently stood up and knelt down, also in a standard kneeling posture.
Only Qian Fengrong still stood upright, with his hands on his chest, looking coldly.
