After a while, Xie Qian replied: "Just send troops, just send them out. Didn't it mean that the quelling of the rebellion in Shandong is pretty good?"

"Haha, that's true."

He Jian finally found a common topic with Xie Qian, and his expression relaxed a little, saying, "Don't look at him for being a Jinshi shortly after he was young, but his ability is outstanding. This time, he asked him to go to Shandong to quell the chaos. He chose the right person. It's only been a few days..."

Halfway through his words, He Jian didn't dare to say anything, because Xie Qian's face was so dark that it seemed as if ink was about to drip out.

He Jian had to pick up the tea cup and drink a sip of tea. In fact, there was only some tea residue left in the cup at this moment, but in order to cover up the embarrassment, he could only do this.

After a while, Xie Qian said, "If you let the heavy weapons lead the troops to the battle, I agree, but if you let Zhihou take action, nothing can be done. If he goes, he will only cause trouble for the Ming Dynasty."

He Jian frowned: "Yu Qiao, you are obviously prejudice. No matter how capable you are, you still cannot compare with Zhihou. Do you ignore Zhihou's abilities completely?"

Xie Qian said coldly: "Although heavy weapons may not be able to win battles, at least they will not let the Ming soldiers be buried in the grassland. Shen Zhihou can win battles, but his Majesty may not be able to come back. Who should you send?"

"this……"

He Jian suddenly realized that he was speechless again.

Anyway, Xie Qian opened his mouth and said the opposite.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!