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When the four playboys arrived, they were wearing the uniforms of ordinary soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

This is their own request.

Upon hearing Fan Changxin's instructions, Zhou Qi hesitated for a moment, but said nothing. He walked directly to the nearest Zhou soldier's corpse, squatted down, and prepared to drag him out.

At this moment, Fan Changxin reminded him from the side:

"Only when there is a shortage of manpower would one treat the remains of their comrades so rudely."

"If any of you gentlemen cannot lift it by yourself, you may do so in pairs. This way, it will be easier for you and you will not disrespect them."

"These are all heroes who died fighting for the sake of my Great Zhou Dynasty and its people!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qi nodded with mixed feelings and prepared to ask Zhao Qing to help him carry it.

That kid just relied on his martial arts training, even though he hadn't really mastered it, he was the strongest among the four纨绔 (playboys).

At this moment, he was carrying the corpse of a Zhou soldier toward a nearby open space, which was a place specifically for storing corpses.

Seeing this, Zhou Qi secretly shook his head and pulled Qian Haiyun, who was closest to him, along:

"Brother Qian, come with me."

"And what about me?"

Wang Xingrong stood there blankly, somewhat at a loss.

Zhou Qi ignored him and, together with Qian Haiyun, lifted the body and carried it away.

A short while later, Wang Xingrong found a soldier to help him.

The four playboys quickly fell silent, their eyes filled with increasing sorrow, as if they were thinking about something because of what had happened today.

Fan Changxin had arrived beside them without them noticing. After they put the bodies down, he gestured for them to rest for a while, then pointed to the leftmost body and asked:

"My four lords, do you know how this soldier died?"

"His leg was cut off, and then he was trampled to death in the chaos of battle."

Zhou Qi glanced at it and came to this conclusion.

He and Qian Haiyun carried the body over by themselves.

To everyone's surprise, Fan Changxin shook his head, squatted down, and pointed to the corpse's gruesome legs, saying:

"If you look closely, you'll see that the flesh and bones on his severed legs are also crushed, so his legs weren't cut off by the enemy, but crushed by the fallen warhorse."

"After that, he must have cut off his own leg while still alive, and then grabbed a Hu man to die with him before he died."

"Look at his fingernails and mouth; there's a lot of hair and blood inside. He also has wounds on his eyes caused by a scimitar..."

As Fan Changxin explained everything, the four playboys were utterly shocked.

Looking at the severed legs of the corpse, they couldn't imagine what kind of person would personally cut off their own legs, which were being crushed by a warhorse, and then use their last bit of strength to take down an enemy.

Seeing the four纨绔 (playboys) remain silent, Fan Changxin sighed inwardly, then said:

"To become a true soldier of the Great Zhou, one doesn't need great courage or exceptional skills; all one needs is a heart dedicated to protecting one's homeland and the people behind one's people!"

"In the heat of battle, no matter what crisis you encounter, as long as you remember that you cannot retreat, even if you die, you must take someone down with you, otherwise the people behind you may face another executioner!"

"In this way, even ordinary people can unleash boundless power!"

For a moment, the hearts of the four playboys almost skipped a beat.

They initially thought the soldier had performed this heroic act out of boundless courage, but they never imagined it was simply because he didn't want the enemy's sword to be wielded against the people behind him.

Is that all it takes to become a qualified soldier?

Perhaps sensing their confusion, Fan Changxin bowed to the soldier's corpse and then sighed:

"This humble official knows this person."

"His name is Chen Ergou, a very ordinary name, even a lowly name in our eyes. After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, a lowly name makes it easier to raise a child!"

"Before joining the army, he was a refugee who had drifted to my Bai County."

When Fan Changxin recounted this incident, his expression was exceptionally complex:

"Chen Ergou is very timid, so timid that he doesn't dare to argue even when he's been cheated, nor does he dare to kill chickens or sheep..."

After he finished speaking about Chen Ergou, the four playboys felt extremely heavy-hearted.

After regaining his senses, Zhou Qi looked at Fan Changxin:

"Is Lord Fan telling us these things to tell us that regardless of status or wealth, everyone is equal on the battlefield, because one wrong move and you could die at the hands of the enemy?"

"That's right."

Fan Changxin nodded, looking at the four of them with a particularly serious expression:

"The four young masters are sons of the Prime Minister and the Minister, and are of noble status. If they go to the battlefield, they will definitely be accompanied by personal guards to protect them."

"But ahead of us are the father and son, Shuji and Shulie, from the Black Sand Chuo tribe, and behind us is Gulefeng from the Gule tribe!"

"Now, with the addition of Hu Wang Miluohan, they have all died on the battlefield, by the Marquis's spear."

Do you all really believe that a prestigious status can save your life on the battlefield?

After saying that, he walked to the side with his hands behind his back, pretending to be calm and gazing into the distance. In reality, no one knew that he was extremely nervous inside.

Although Fan Changxin had done a great job in Bai County during this period, almost single-handedly restoring order to the county and improving the lives of its people, he still considered himself a businessman at heart.

Merchants have always been at the bottom of society.

For him, the identity of one of the four纨绔 (playboys) was everything!

When Lu Xiao handed the four纨绔 (playboys) over to him, he felt as if the sky had fallen. Day and night, he thought about how to make the four纨绔 take the war seriously, instead of treating it as a picnic or a gilded trip.

After much deliberation, Fan Changxin still chose this method, hoping it would be effective.

"Lord Fan, please accept my bow!"

A short while later, Zhou Qi walked up to Fan Changxin, bowed deeply, and then said earnestly:

"Today's trip, Lord Fan, has given me much to reflect on. I also realize that our previous views on war were far too shallow, like child's play, failing to grasp its cruelty and danger."

"Please rest assured, Lord Fan, we will make thorough preparations before going to the battlefield. Before that, we will study and practice diligently to learn as many survival skills as possible on the battlefield!"

"Lord Fan..."

The other three also gradually realized what was happening and bowed to Fan Changxin.

This flattered Fan Changxin, who quickly waved his hand to say that he had only done something insignificant and that everyone should not be so concerned.

Seeing that the four纨绔 (playboys) intended to stay and clean up the remains of all their compatriots before returning, he was terrified and turned pale.

After much thought, Fan Changxin suggested:

"Young masters, if you really want to help, why don't you find out the names, hometowns, and other identities of the fallen soldiers, record them, and then deal with the matter of compensation?"

Upon hearing this, the four playboys exchanged glances and agreed that this was a good idea.

Just as they were about to agree, a soldier ran up to Fan Changxin:

"Lord Fan, General Long is back!"