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ready to fight

Qi Lan's face turned slightly red. She said nothing. She quickly changed her clothes, spread her bun, tied her long bun on top of her head with a black rope, and tied a man's bun. After everything was done, Qi Lan lowered her head and reexamined her dress.

The worn-out clothes looked like nothing wrong, and the bun was changed to a man's style. In this way, even if she was thrown into the pile of men, it should be nothing...

Qi Lan was very confident, but when she saw Han Xin turn around and her face suddenly turned black and red, Qi Lan knew that she was too naive.

Qi Lan looked helplessly at the unnatural bulge on her chest, blushed and smiled bitterly, and wailed in her heart. The clothes are good everywhere, but the fabric on her chest is a little tightly wrapped around her body, making people see a clue at a glance. Qi Lan secretly glanced at Han Xin, his eyes were a little unnatural and his face was also very red. When he touched Qi Lan's sight, there was a hint of panic and shyness.

Qi Lan blushed and murmured in a low voice: "What should I do if this...?"

Han Xin turned around, blushing to his ears. He said nothing, turned around and took off his coat, tear off a large piece, then closed his eyes and threw the clothes to Qi Lan. He turned around in the enclave and said quickly: "Dropping on his shoulders."

Qi Lan picked up the clothes and wrapped them around her shoulders. The loose fabric just blocked her chest, which temporarily relieved her embarrassment. Qi Lan took a deep breath, raised her head and whispered to Han Xin's back: "Thank you."

Han Xin said nothing, turned around and continued to walk forward. Qi Lan followed him step by step. The two of them walked into the Hall of Mercy.

As soon as Han Xin entered the Hall of Mercy, the noise in the entire hall suddenly became much smaller. Many people who had spoken loudly before turned into whispers at this moment. Many people kept secretly glance at Han Xin, as if they were very scared of him?

Qi Lan carefully observed these bandits. Many of them were very awe of Han Xin, with both respect and fear in their eyes, but there was also some of them. The eyes of those people were full of contempt and disdain for Han Xin, and seemed to sneer at his appearance. Qi Lan was a little worried. Can Han Xin really order these people to send troops?

Han Xin seemed to be accustomed to this situation. He walked to the hall in three or two steps, looking down at everyone, his eyes still full of coldness. Qi Lan carefully handed the token in his arms to Han Xin. Han Xin held the token high, and his voice without emotion rang coldly:

"The leader of the village is ill. He handed me the token in his hand and asked me to lead the brothers in the village to fight with the rebel Chen Shengjun to rescue Pei County. I also asked all brothers to prepare and we will go out immediately to kill the rebels."

The hall was silent, and everyone stopped talking. Qi Lan widened her eyes and stared at Han Xin in disbelief. Could it be that this was the solution that this elm-wood lump came up with? Just two or three sentences, I wanted to send thousands of troops to work hard?

Qi Lan's brain buzzed and it was like it was about to explode. Oh my God, wasn't Han Xin a general who used military and martial arts in history? Why did the Han Xin she met have such a simple mind, and she actually wanted to use a few words to deceive thousands of people?

Sure enough, after a while, the entire charity hall suddenly seemed to be in a panic, making noise and whispering. Several people even shouted in dissatisfaction, pointing at Han Xin and cursing, "Are you crazy?" and "a bastard who doesn't know the world is so ignorant."

Qi Lan was very worried. She carefully pulled Han Xin's sleeve and signaled him not to say anything first. Han Xin turned a blind eye, still had a cold face, calm as if it was an iceberg. When the noises of the crowd gradually became smaller, Han Xin spoke coldly again: "Who doesn't want to?"

The bandits in the hall looked at each other in a row. Everyone had questions in their hearts, but few people dared to speak first. Han Xin glanced coldly over everyone, and many people were frightened by Han Xin's gaze and shrank their heads timidly. At this moment, a voice that was not afraid of death came out: "Han Xin, what are you, how old, dare to order us?!"

Everyone looked in the voice and saw a man with several scars on his face standing there arrogantly, with his hands on his hips and glaring at Han Xin disdainfully: "We only listen to the leader of the village. What are you? You dare to order us here!"

Han Xin raised the token in his hand and looked coldly: "The token of the village master is here, everyone must obey my order."

"Bah!" The scar man spat disdainfully: "Who knows whether this token is true or false? Besides, even if it is true, maybe it was stolen from the village leader! Just relying on the token, you want to order us to dream!"

Han Xin was silent. He looked straight at the scar man with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to see through him. The scar man was creepy by Han Xin's eyes, and his arrogant arrogance suddenly became a little smaller.

"Your father and younger brother are both in Peixian County. Now that the rebels are in front of you, what reason do you have not to rescue him?"

Han Xin's words made the scar man look pale and his face suddenly turned pale. Han Xin's words were like the tip of a knife, piercing into the scar that he most reluctant to touch. Han Xin glanced at him coldly, turned around and said to the other brothers:

"Most of you have relatives in Pei County. Now that the rebels are in front of you, your relatives are in trouble, are you really willing to watch your relatives trampled by the enemy?"

The hall returned to silence again, and everyone didn't say anything, their faces became heavy, and everyone was pondering. Han Xin glanced at everyone, paused, and continued:

"I know that many of you are abandoned by your relatives, but your bodies are covered with blood like them. They are your closest relatives of flesh and blood. Have you tasted abandonment now, do you also want to repeat the same mistakes and abandon your relatives again?"

This book is from Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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