Samuel Harris stared blankly at The Elder's humble, bowed posture. He jumped off his warhorse, handed the reins to Franklin Reed, and stood quietly to the side. Only then did everyone realize how burly Samuel Harris actually was, and they couldn't help but gasp in surprise. Franklin Reed was so frightened that he stumbled backward and fell to the ground. Samuel Harris quickly walked over, pulled him up, and repeatedly asked if he was hurt.

Matthew Cooper, John Morgan, and George Baker saw the soldiers praising Samuel Harris and put on very proud expressions.

After introducing the four squad leaders he had brought, James Howard pointed to Franklin Reed, who was leading the horse away, and sighed a little, “Franklin Reed is a pitiful person as well. His family all perished in the chaos of war, and he’s left all alone. That’s why he asked Chief Parker for a job transporting provisions. Please, everyone, don’t bully him in the future.”

Samuel Harris and the others naturally understood this was meant for them, and they all responded in unison, “Yes, sir!”

Next, James Howard led them around the camp to get familiar with it, explained a few things to watch out for, then assigned seven soldiers to Samuel Harris’s squad. He also gave them a tent and several sets of military uniforms before going off to handle his own affairs.

Samuel Harris stood in the tent, staring blankly at the uniforms that were several sizes too small. Behind him stood Matthew Cooper, John Morgan, George Baker, and the seven soldiers whose names he didn’t yet know, all already changed into their uniforms.

Chapter 10: How to Make a Robe?

“Brother, why aren’t you changing?” Matthew Cooper asked excitedly, panting as he fiddled with his uniform.

Samuel Harris couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. “Change? How am I supposed to change! These clothes are way too small!”

He picked up the standard sword for squad leaders and above, which was placed nearby. The sword was no more than three feet long, with a plain scabbard, but for Samuel Harris, a sword of only about 70 centimeters was just too small.

“Squ... squad leader...”

Samuel Harris turned at the sound and saw a boy who couldn’t be more than eighteen, stammering, “You... you... can go to the quartermaster, maybe... maybe you can find clothes that fit...” He spoke haltingly, his face full of awe.

Samuel Harris looked at this child, who only reached his chest and was very thin and weak, and was stunned for a moment. After a while, he came back to his senses and couldn’t help but think, “What’s going on in the Han dynasty?” He replied kindly, “What’s your name?”

“I... I don’t have a name. Everyone just calls me Root Reed.” Seeing Samuel Harris walking toward him, he was so scared he dropped to his knees, about to kowtow.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to eat you. Do you know where the quartermaster is?” Samuel Harris picked him up like a chick and started walking out.

With Root Reed leading the way, Samuel Harris found the quartermaster’s tent. It was a relatively large tent, with several wooden chests outside. Many commoners in short coarse cloth jackets were busy working. Along the way, the soldiers who saw Samuel Harris carrying Root Reed all looked dumbfounded. When they arrived at the quartermaster’s tent, even the commoners there were stunned at first, then became very happy and praised him loudly...

“What a mighty warrior!”

“With such a warrior, our land will surely be safe!”

“Yes, maybe now we can finally have a few peaceful days.”

“The Emperor Gaozu’s spirit is watching over us, sending a mighty warrior to guard the land...”

Samuel Harris stood in front of the tent, holding Root Reed, listening as ancient verses suddenly rang out in the camp.

“A great wind rises, the clouds fly high; my might rules all within the seas, and I return to my homeland. Where can I find brave men to guard the four corners of the land!” Soldiers rushed out of the tent, waving their weapons and chanting loudly, while the commoners responded, “Where can I find brave men to guard the four corners! Brave men guard the four corners! Guard the four corners!...”

The story of Samuel Harris killing a tiger single-handedly and holding his own against more than twenty fierce Xiongnu warriors had already spread throughout the camp, and was even starting to spread beyond. The reactions of the soldiers and commoners were not surprising.

Suddenly, the quartermaster’s tent flap was lifted, and a The Thin Old Man poked his head out. “Are you all trying to get yourselves killed!? The Emperor Gaozu’s poem isn’t something you can just sing at will... at will...?” He saw Samuel Harris holding Root Reed like an eagle with a chick, his mouth fell open, and he pointed at Samuel Harris, starting to say, “You... you, you, you...” and just kept repeating ‘you’ endlessly.

To be fair, Samuel Harris was 1.87 meters tall, not only burly but also exuded a sharp, seasoned aura from years of military life. With his healthy tan skin, he might not be handsome, but he wasn’t scary-looking either. He just couldn’t understand why people either looked at him as if they’d lost their souls or were scared out of their wits.

He thought, “Is it because I haven’t washed the blood off? Or do I smell that bad?”

He put down Root Reed, who was dangling from his left hand, clasped his fists, and said, “The clothes Leader Howard gave me are too small. I came to see if there are any bigger ones?”

The Thin Old Man started in again with “Oh... oh, oh, oh.” and just kept ‘oh’-ing, not answering, his face full of shock.

Samuel Harris looked around at the Han soldiers and commoners who had gathered, all staring at him with wide eyes. He felt like a rare animal on display in an iron cage. He wasn’t flustered, just a bit puzzled. “No? Then never mind...” he said, and was about to pick up Root Reed, who was lying on the ground in a daze, and leave.

“W-wait!” The Thin Old Man was just as excited as everyone else. “Brave man, wait! Come inside the tent, let me take your measurements. By tonight, I’ll have a uniform that fits you.”