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Everyone looked confused.

A red-scarfed soldier said, "With a cloak on and a heavy sword in hand, he will naturally be a general!"

Wearing an embroidered robe instead of armor, wearing a jade buckle instead of a metal button, a silk crown instead of a copper helmet, and a face devoid of killing intent yet warm as jade. Could it be …" The other red-scarred soldier seemed to have learned something. His complexion suddenly changed as he bowed and said in a trembling voice, "This boy is rude. I have offended the Marquis, please forgive me!

Chen Fei could tell from the looks of it that it wasn't because he looked like a general that was mistaken, but because this group of people wanted to take the person away.

When they saw Chen Fei's extravagant clothing, they took it for granted that he was a person of high status.

Add to that the fact that Chen Fei saved their lives, they would call them generals.

He never thought that the clothes manufactured by the Battle Woman would have such an effect, giving himself the aura of a noble.

One had to know that 2000 years ago in ancient times, there was a huge gap between the aristocrats and the commoners that was unimaginable.

The commander of this group of people had been killed. They had never thought of choosing one of their own men to lead the group. Instead, they had chosen the only person who looked like a noble, even though they had never seen him before.

Aristocratic families were naturally the leaders of the commoners!

I didn't expect that I would have an army on the very first day I entered the instance dungeon!

Looking at the hundred soldiers clad in black, Chen Fei's heart was filled with emotion.

Although the battle prowess of the people of this era was unknown, and he did not know if they had obtained some sort of strength during the level 4 instance dungeon, during the day, when they did not hesitate to rush forward, Chen Fei knew that this was a group of people who had experienced the baptism of battle.

If he could get their help, the probability of completing the instance dungeon would increase.

Now, the only thing to decide was whether to pretend to be a general or a monarch.

The general needed to be on the battlefield to fight. Although that one sword attack in the afternoon had made Chen Fei more confident, the scene of the general in black riding his horse into the abyss of being beheaded still made Chen Fei's heart palpitate.

Although the Frost Mourn was powerful, it could take a person's mind and soul. Chen Fei did not want to become a killing demon king.

In normal times, its power would not be too great. Chen Fei did not want to have to kill dozens, or even hundreds of ordinary soldiers to replenish his power during a critical moment where he was fighting a strong enemy.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, Chen Fei would rather summon the kitchen knife than to use the Frost Mourn again!

Thus, Chen Fei decided to become a marquis and said, "Get up, those who don't know are innocent."

"Thank you, Marquis!" The red-scarfed soldier kowtowed to express his gratitude and then bravely asked: "May I ask for your name, Marquis? We also know which Marquis you are following."

"I …" Chen Fei's thoughts raced as he tried to find a suitable name from his memory.

However, Chen Fei soon found out that his knowledge of history was too little. Although many people knew the names of the contestants during the period of the Chu and Han Dynasties, those were all people belonging to the Liu Faction.

During the war, Fan Xian died, and Xiang Liang died even earlier.

As for Cao Wushang and Uncle Xiang Zhuang, they seemed to have died as well. Xiang Mo had also been beheaded today.

Suddenly, an unlucky name entered Chen Fei's mind — — Xiong Xin.

The second tragic character, King Chuhua, was killed by another person sent by Xiang Yu as the righteous Emperor.

Xiong surname was the surname of Chu, and at the very least, they wouldn't be rejected by this group of people.

Thus, Chen Fei pondered for a moment before saying, "I am Xiong Fei, a person of Wandering status. I cannot be dukedom."

"Xiong Fei?" The red-scarfed soldier looked at each other in dismay.

Suddenly, dozens of soldiers with red scarves kneeled down and shouted in unison, "I vow to follow Wang Sun until my death!"

"I vow to follow Wang Sun until my death!" The soldiers in leather armor also knelt down.

"I vow to follow Wang Sun until my death!" The cloth-clothed soldier also knelt down.

Chen Fei was startled. Wang Sun, could it be that there really was a descendant of King Chu, Xiong Fei, in the world? Or was it that when these people heard his surname was Xiong, they would automatically acknowledge him as a Royal?

Aren't people of this era too simple?

To be treated as a royal so easily, it was no wonder that the tyrants of this era could easily cause a group of people to rebel just by impersonating themselves. For example, that Chen Sheng.

"There's no need to be so polite, get up at this critical moment!" As Wang Sun needed capital, Chen Fei was eager to know his current strength, so he pointed to a red-scarred soldier that looked like an officer and asked, "What's your name? How many people do we have?"

"Reporting to Wang Sun, my name is Zheng Yang, I am the general of West Chu, Xiang Mo's personal guard." Zheng Yang kowtowed once more, saying, "Three days ago, General Xiang Mo led three thousand of our soldiers to leave the Base Camp, and head there. Along the way, we encountered many assaults, leaving one hundred and thirty-five people behind.

Chen Fei Qi said, "What about light casualties and heavy injuries?"

Before he fainted, he had clearly seen the soldiers in gray being pushed back. Logically speaking, there should have been at least dozens of heavily injured soldiers.

Zheng Yang's eyes reddened, revealing a pitiful expression, he choked on his tears: "As usual, those who were severely injured were all stabbed to death!"

Damn, isn't this too cruel?

Even if they couldn't take away all the heavily injured, they couldn't kill them all. They were brothers that had been together for days, how could they do anything to them?

Although Chen Fei knew it was a helpless action, for those heavily injured people, being killed by their brothers was much better than being cruelly tortured after being captured by the enemy. However, Chen Fei still found it hard to accept.

However, Zheng Yang still felt that it was not thorough enough. He gritted his teeth and said, "Reporting to Wang Sun, out of the seventy-six casualties, there are still fifty-nine who had enough strength to fight, and seventeen who were incapacitated. Do you also want to …"

Before Zheng Yang even finished his sentence, some of the injured soldiers revealed terrified expressions, and their bodies started to tremble violently.

"We can't kill him!" Chen Fei shouted anxiously.

He could kill those that he did not see, but he would not be able to kill a portion of them no matter how hard he tried.

"Wang Sun, are you being merciful or not? We are surrounded. Do you want us to …"

"F * ck your mother!" Chen Fei angrily kicked Zheng Yang to the ground and roared, "We are all brothers of our own. "Don't abandon me, don't give up, this is my first order to all of you!"

"Don't abandon me, don't give up!" The eyes of the surrounding crowd lit up.

More than a hundred people kneeled on the ground and shouted in unison, "Wang Sun Mercy, we pledge our lives to follow you!"

"Hahaha, I've already said that Wang Sun is a benevolent person. Do you dare to not believe me?" The soldier with the red scarf tied to the pillar suddenly laughed three times, staring into Chen Fei's eyes in a daze. He opened his mouth and sang, "It's late in the night today, the middle of the boat, the day today, I have to go with the prince …"

Chen Fei instantly felt the chrysanthemums tighten as he roared, "Shut up!"