"I know the name of every trusted aide under my command. You've served in my Personal Guard Army for over a year now; how do you feel?" Zhao Feng smiled slightly.
"To serve the lord is the greatest honor among all attributes."
"The lord bestows new life upon me; I vow to repay him unto death," Han Chenyan said solemnly.
For him, and for all the surrendered soldiers reorganized from the Penal Battalion, Zhao Feng had indeed granted them new life. It was Zhao Feng who allowed them to live with dignity. Even if they died in battle for Qin, they would have secured a pension for their families.
Compared to dying as slaves, with no one to care, their corpses left exposed in the wilderness, this was already a great honor for them.
