The next morning, it was dark.

In the clean and tidy barracks, the young lieutenant with black hair tied neatly behind his head stood in front of the mirror, and the black armor on his body was about to appear.

Xi'er stepped on the stool, put on the beast's head and shoulder armor for the young lieutenant, hung the black and white jade on her waist, and said with a smile: "Brother Chang Xi is so majestic."

Chang Xi, who was quite Confucian, picked up the black iron helmet beside him, squatted down halfway, touched Xier's forehead and nose, and smiled and said, "Wait until I'm back."

Xi'er nodded obediently, Chang Xi stood up and pushed open the door, and stepped into the dim morning light.

There are some east and west training grounds in Zhechong, and the west training ground is the school grounds of Boya Wei Zhoutong. At this moment, many soldiers on the school grounds are practicing exercises in the morning, and their voices are majestic.

Zhou Tong, who was in charge of the formation, saw Chang Xi walking past the school ground from afar and seeing the armored armor. Although he was still a little dissatisfied, he had to admit that the boy was wearing black armor, which really had a bit of majesty and inexplicable meaning.

"I don't know what this person means. I just agreed so happily yesterday. Could it be that he really has something unknown to everyone?"

Thinking of the request made by Chang Xi in the radical camp yesterday, let alone the radical master, even the person who did not deal with Chang Xi felt a little shabby. But then Zhou Tong quickly shook his head, what does it have to do with others who are alive?

The east schoolyard and the west schoolyard are completely different. At this moment, there are only a dozen soldiers, but they stand upright and motionless at each station.

Chang Xi, wearing a helmet and armor, walked into the school ground. Lin Changfeng, who was standing on the far right side of the team, suddenly put his feet together, fisted across his chest, and said aloud: "I have met the Chief Chang!"

The other fifteen people all said, "I have met the Chief of the Congman!"

Chang Xi's eyes swept across everyone's faces one by one. The sixteen people were asked for the radical Yelu Jin after careful searching in the camp yesterday. Lin Changfeng, Tao Xing, Wei Yong, An Ruoxin and Xu Huang were all among them.

"I guess you should have found out more or less about the news last night. Our lieutenant may be the most pitiful Boyawei in the history of the Zhechong army. He has only sixteen soldiers under his command, only one-tenth of the troops under the lieutenant Zhou. It is indeed very miserable."

The first sentence in front of Chang Xi's formation was not to establish his authority, but to say the truth based on the facts. This made the soldiers who were nervous before feel a little relieved.

The morning light shone on the black armor that did not reflect, and Chang Xi slowly paced in front of the formation and said, "Maybe you don't know yet. Because our team has few soldiers, our lieutenant made a request to the radical Lord Yelu Jin, and the radical also agreed. Do you know what requests our lieutenant made?"

The soldiers were so angry that they didn't dare to breathe, but Lin Changfeng shouted: "Report to the sir, I don't know."

Chang Xi grinned and said, "The request made by our lieutenant is that our team enjoys complete independence and freedom except for the collective wars required by the War Department."

"In other words, your future food, drink, defecation, clothing and other people will be handled by our lieutenant, and they will be two families under the same roof as Zhou lieutenant."

As Chang Xi said, he saw the expressions and even the frequency of heartbeat on everyone's faces clearly with his spiritual sense, and nodded with satisfaction.

Yesterday, he read all the resumes of 237 people in the camp, and after knowing it, he carefully selected the sixteen people in front of him. In Chang Xi's eyes, his cultivation is second to him. What he values ​​most is whether his mind is kind, whether his mind is tough, and whether he has a heart that wants to become stronger.

Lin Changfeng and others were overjoyed when they heard this. Some of the more than ten soldiers who had not followed Chang Xi twisted their ears hard, with an incredible expression. Even during the heyday of the Zhechong tribe, there was no situation where the meat could be eaten every meal until it was full.

This mind, this spirit...
Chapter completed!