A soldier from the Penal Battalion stood up and shouted loudly.
After he finished speaking, both the soldiers of the Penal Battalion and the Sharp Warriors handed over the strips of fabric they had picked up to him.
Having collected a large bundle, the Penal Battalion soldier walked over to Zhao Feng.
"General."
"These strips of fabric are covered in the enemy's seditious words. This subordinate has collected them to present to you," the soldier said respectfully as he came before Zhao Feng.
A smile touched Zhao Feng's face as he looked at the man. This person is certainly sharp-eyed.
"Rise." Zhao Feng waved his hand.
"Thank you, General," the soldier immediately responded.
"You can read?" Zhao Feng asked with a smile.
"I know a few characters," the soldier replied honestly.
"What is your name?"
"And what was your position in the Han army?" Zhao Feng inquired further.
"Reporting to the General, this subordinate is named Han Chenyan," the soldier responded with reverence.
