"do not take it personally."

"When I'm not here in the future, you have to be careful about your life. Don't offend your immediate boss."

The team that had been laughing and joking just now suddenly stopped.

Everyone looked at the old man with astonished expressions, as if they had heard something unbelievable.

"Boss, what's going on?"

"After this battle, I feel more and more old and my arm is broken, so I am ready to beg for the bones."

"After I leave, Shizhu must not be impulsive again. Tietou is a steady man. You should discuss things when you encounter them." The old man arranged the matter softly.

There are seventeen soldiers left in total.

He knows them all very well, and treats each of them as his nephew.

Now that I have to leave, I can't bear to leave.

But this is already what he promised.

Only if he agrees to give up the throne can he ask thousands of white and fat families to show their support and supplement the pensions of the brothers who died.

"Boss, is this fat guy threatening you?"

"If we fight him, the worst we can do is die."

"Yes, fight them."

"I don't believe that the imperial court will allow them to swallow our reputation."

Everyone was furious with their words, but there was only one way to fight.

To be honest, it's really not a good choice.

If Xiang Baihu was thirty years younger, maybe he would agree, but it's different now.

Killing thousands of households with embroidered clothes and guards is tantamount to rebellion.

It was a grave crime to punish the nine tribes.

This will only lead to more deaths.

Now he can keep this group of brothers by sacrificing an official position.

Although he will be ostracized in the future, he will eventually be able to support his family and have the ability to settle down in the world.

Therefore, Xiang Baihu decisively gave up the embroidered clothing guard hereditary Baihu of the sixth rank.

"Cowardly."

This is Tu Shanjun’s evaluation.

But he said no more.

They are not of the same world.
Chapter completed!