Chang Xi walked past the Zhechong camp gate and saw the panoramic view of the deserted camp.

"The Zhechong division now has only 237 soldiers and horses, and now there are only one Boyawei, two Qu, and several squad leaders." Lin Changfeng, who was skilled in passing the camp, asked Tao Xing and the others to return to the team first, and took Chang Xi and Xier to the direction of the radical tent, while introducing the current situation of the Zhechong division to Chang Xi.

Chang Xi held Xier's footsteps slowly and looked at the camp carefully. His head nodded or shook his head from time to time as Lin Changfeng said, but he would also ask some sharp questions that were sharp and sharp, so that Lin Changfeng, who was neither answering nor answering, was sweating profusely.

However, this also made Lin Changfeng feel inexplicably at ease. What the Zhechong tribe, who is now in trouble, now needs is such a general who dares to face sharp problems.

Chang Xi was calm on the surface, but he couldn't help feeling a little melancholy in his heart.

The Zhechong tribe, which had only a few more than 200 people, could consume all the manpower just by dealing with the day and night patrol of Sunset City. Even if you want to do something else, you are already too willing but not enough.

Xi'er was understanding and noticed Chang Xi's mood fluctuations. She gently clenched his palms and raised her head to hand her an encouraging look.

Chang Xi smiled knowingly, looked at the tent of the Zhe Chong radical, and stepped in.

The layout of the Kuanda camp is similar to that of the Martial Arts Hall. The radical Yelu Jingao sat on a chair. There were seven tables with two long and five short in the camp. There were only three people sitting quietly among the seven tables. It was Boya Wei Zhou Tong and two Qu Chang who survived the war.

Chang Xi, who had already changed into a dress of ordinary white clothes, stepped into the camp.

Yelu Jin opened his eyelids and looked at the young man carefully. In addition to being as handsome as the soldiers said, there was also a sense of ruthlessness in his deep eyes that would only be left after experiencing the battlefield fighting.

Yelu Jin narrowed his eyes. This man's cultivation level was enough to be at the first level of the Nascent Soul!

Zhou Tong glanced at Chang Xi who was leading the famous young girl into the camp. He realized that this person's cultivation was the same as his. His eyes were a little unhappy. He quietly exchanged glances with two direct descendants, Qu Chang beside him, and sneered in his heart.

The recruits brought their female relatives to the army, which is so great. Is it your family who runs the Zhechong team?

"I have met the radical Lord Yelujin and Lord Boya Weizhou."

Chang Xi, who walked to the center of the camp, smiled neither humble nor arrogantly. Xier let go of her hand and followed Chang Xi timidly, allowing Chang Xi to take action to hold her fists and salute.

"Are you Chang Xi? I have known that you have extended a helping hand to Lin Changfeng and others in the ancient monument of the Wheel King. I am grateful for it." Yelu Jin's face, which had a little pleated, had a smile on his face, and he did not mention a single word about why Chang Xi came here.

Chang Xi touched Xier's furry head, looked at Yelu Jin, who was sitting firmly on the chair and practicing in the middle of the Nascent Soul Realm, and said with a smile: "Since the radical already knows this, I must also know the reason why Chang travels thousands of miles to your division. I don't know what the radical means?"

"Damn it! How did you talk to the radical?"

Zhou Tong took the opportunity to scold Chang Xi and her female family members. Chang Xi looked sideways slightly, and there seemed to be a silver star in her yellow eyes. Zhou Tong only felt his eyes tingling for a moment. He was shocked and immediately chose to avoid his eyes.

Yelu Jin was speechless for a long time, and his expression was not angry and threatened. He said in a deep voice: "It is okay if you want to join the Zhe Chong tribe. After fighting the ghost tide, the troops of the Zhe Chong tribe were greatly damaged. It is indeed necessary to replenish fresh and powerful blood."

Yelu Jin slowed down and changed the subject: "But if you have a great cultivator like you who has the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul Realm, I will not arrange for you to be an ordinary soldier. Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Chang Xi looked at Xier who was holding her sleeve tightly and smiled and said, "Chang has no extra requirements. Since only Boyawei and cadres of the class above Boyawei can carry female relatives, and another Boyawei in the Zhechong tribe has died in the war, so Chang is not talented and is willing to serve as Boyawei."

"You!" Zhou Tong was so unbearable that a newcomer who had not yet reached the Zhechong headquarters had not had enough time to get into the position of Boyawei, who had been absent for seven or eight years, could he not feel angry in his heart?

Xi'er turned her head and glared at this annoying Bo Yawei.

The radical's face is not very good either.

In terms of cultivation, the cultivation level of the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm can indeed serve as the Boyawei of the War Department, but in the military system of various war departments, sufficient military merit and prestige are important capitals for whether the back is strong enough, and in terms of importance, it must be slightly better than the cultivation level.

The battle department is not as good as the court, and in the end, it is necessary to compare whose gun and fate are stronger on the battlefield. The ability to lead troops to fight directly determines how far a battle department can go. The courage of an ordinary man will only be infinitely compressed and limited in a battlefield ranging from thousands to tens of thousands, and will not have the effect of a final sound.

If you become the chief of Qu, you can already be awarded the title of a single Jiao Hei White Pendulum symbolizing the identity of a grassroots general. What's more, Bo Yawei can already command two hundred to three hundred soldiers. He is recognized by the upper military headquarters of the entire Lizhongshan area. It is no joke.

Yelu Jin originally thought that he could recruit a talent today, but he never thought that he was a speculator with a higher heart. He was a little excited at the moment. He was about to wave his hand and ask Zhou Tong to send him a few spirit stones to let him leave, but as soon as he raised his hand, he asked in a strange way: "Have you ever served in the War Department before?"

Chang Xi's face showed recollections, first nodding, then shook his head, "It's not considered serving, but just followed several combat troops to fight a positional counterattack."

"Oh? When? Where? Which battle divisions?"

Yelu Jin's eyes flashed. Although the entire area of ​​the Luzhongshan under the command of the Western Ghost Emperor has been frequent frictions between major war divisions and even frequent fire and wars, he has never heard of any war division that has launched a tragic war such as positional counterattack.

Zhou Tong and the two heads of Qu were already sneering. Chang Xi didn't look like someone from Taonan from other ghost emperors. Now they want to see how the scammer who doesn't make drafts can smooth things out.

"A year ago, Cangshan, Erhai, Tianjiu tribe, Peregrine Falcon and Falcon tribe in Cangzhou." Chang Xi said without hesitation.

At this time, the Zhechong radical tent was quiet.

Whether it was Boya Wei Zhou Tong or Yelu Jin, who was a radical, were all stunned.

Where is Canghai Erhai? Is there a place called Cangzhou in the area of ​​the Lizhong Mountain? I have never heard of the Tianjiu tribe, the Peregrine Falcon tribe and the Falcon tribe.
Chapter completed!