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Many commoners gathered together, watching with great curiosity toward the outskirts of the market town.
Outside of Qin.
Zhao Feng's name is God of Slaughter.
But inside Qin, Zhao Feng is the War God.
And in his hometown of Shaqiu, Zhao Feng's name is held in awe by all.
He has become the model not only amongst the army, but for all one hundred thousand elite soldiers of Qin.
Every time Zhao Feng returns home, it is a return in glory and honor.
Watching the bustle within the town,
Zhao Feng did not feel the slightest aversion, but smiled slightly and dismounted before the gate pavilion.
In this land of his ancestral home,
Zhao Feng did not display an excess of authority either.
"Everyone, you need not be so formal."
Zhao Feng stepped forward, speaking in a loud voice.
"Thank you, Shangjiangjun!"
Each of the thousand-strong prefectural soldiers responded in excitement.
"You have all worked hard guarding Sha Village."
"Today, I have returned."
