With Qin Kaiwei's introduction, Chen Qiye has an in-depth understanding of the organizational structure of Shenji Camp.

"No wonder Shenji Camp can become a special unit of the millions of Black Armored Army. It turns out that these third-level combat soldiers are good at choosing one in a million." Chen Qiye admired Qin Kaiwei very much. Since all combat soldiers are selected from one in a million, Qin Kaiwei is the same, because he himself is one of the battle thrones of Shenji Camp.

Chen Qiye had never even seen Qin Kaiwei take action, but he was 100% sure that even the two Chen Tianxiao would not be Qin Kaiwei's opponent. This is the foundation of the Shenji Camp and the entire Black Armor Army.

"If I want to regain the hearts of the people below, can I use any means?" Chen Qiye suddenly looked at Qin Kaiwei and asked.

Qin Kaiwei was stunned. He didn't expect that Chen Qiye had already foresaw the first problem he would foresee next, which was to regain people's hearts.

As Huo Jun expected, if a second-level combat soldier took the position of the battle throne and broke the precedent of Shenji Camp, the Ding team members would definitely not accept it.

Qin Kaiwei's recommendation and Huo Jun's nodding agreement were just external factors. Chen Qiye wanted to sit firmly on the Ding Zodiac battle throne, and his resistance first came from the internal team, the ten brave and combat-ready third-level combat soldiers of the Ding team.

"As long as you don't die, it's good." Qin Kaiwei patted Chen Qiye's shoulder, then stopped talking, and led the way in a depressed manner. Obviously, he was not too optimistic about Chen Qiye, and could suppress those ten thorns.

Sure enough, after Qin Kaiwei took Chen Qiye to the northwest corner of Heishuihe Camp, a group of bald men took the lead in making a comeback.

"Qin Zun, what wind blows you today."

"Why do you come and have a fight?"

"I have always remembered our adjutant losing three moves last time."

"Come on, let's bet a fortune today to see which is stronger, the adjutant or Qin Zuo, the fourth-level combatant."

When the ten bald men of Team Ding saw Qin Kaiwei, they immediately surrounded him, obviously not taking a Level 4 combat division seriously.

The Shenji Camp military system, the soldiers only need to be responsible for their team's battle throne, and they do not have any other battle throne.

This is not only because of their own combat power level, but also because of their desire to make achievements and make achievements. In Shenji Camp, every soldier will not take his life seriously. Why should they take Qin Kaiwei seriously?

"Who is he?" The bald man pointed at Chen Qiye and asked.

Qin Kaiwei smiled guiltily and said, "Hahaha, let me introduce you. This is the adjutant of the Ding Team of Shenji Camp. Guan Fei, the one beside me is your Ding Team's latest battle throne, Chen Qiye, Chen Zhanzu."

There was a bang.

Several tents of Team Ding were blown up directly, and they thought Qin Kaiwei was bringing a husband here.

After all, although Shenji Camp is strong, he still needs to eat. However, because of the mobility and high strength of Shenji Camp, even the chefs of Shenji Camp are all second-level combat soldiers. But who would have thought that Qin Kaiwei brought a strange second-level combat soldier today and actually announced that he was the leader of his own third-level combat soldiers.

"The battle seat? The battle seat of our team Ding? What a joke."

"Qin Zuo, are you sure you're not kidding?"

Qin Kaiwei gave up a step to Chen Qiye, pushing him to the front and behind the scenes. It was time for him to make his own appearance.

"Yes, I am the battle throne of Huo Du Shi Cefeng, Shenji Camp Ding Team, Chen Qiye." Chen Qiye took a step past Qin Kaiwei and faced the storm he was about to face.

However, when Guan Fei threw away the weapons in his hand, the remaining nine great men also threw away the weapons in his hand, and ignored Chen Qiye and headed straight for the army's tent.

"What a sensation." Chen Qiye and Qin Kaiwei met and smiled bitterly. They had a premonition that when Guan Fei brought the nine teams of Ding back, it would be the time for a storm to plummet.

Sure enough, in less than a quarter of an hour, Guan Fei led eight aggressive third-level combat soldiers back from the Huo Army's tent.

Since Huo Jun has agreed to Chen Qiye as the position of Team Ding, he will not allow several soldiers to make trouble.

"I'm not convinced."

"I'm not convinced either. A second-level combat soldier is here to be the battle seat of our team Ding. How much does he look down on our team Ding?"

"Chen Qiye, you should be a husband. Cooking rice sacks is more suitable for you."

Looking at the people who were cursing and squirting saliva, Chen Qiye's face was still calm.

"Then how can you convince me?"

Guan Fei is the leader of everyone, the adjutant of Team Ding. He stepped forward, stared at Chen Qiye with his eyes blazing fire, and said with a cold smile: "Unless you beat all of us, the strong will only use their fists to prove their price, not their mouths."

His words were obviously referring to Chen Qiye walking through the back door. Now the members of Team Ding already knew that Chen Qiye was a member of the Dragon Clan. Even Huo Jun was not convinced by this group of thorns. How could he accept the identity of Chen Qiye's Dragon Clan?

"Who will come first?" Chen Qiye put his hands on his back.
Chapter completed!