Shi Fei stared fixedly at the old man in the wheelchair. After a moment of silence, he slowly raised the visor on his face and revealed a firm and cold face. After all, he was an important official in the Qing army. After he took the position of Commander of the Jingdou Garrison, he knew his life was now more than just holding up bitterly under Shan Shanhu's pressure in the North. He had, actively or passively, chosen something. In front of the Emperor's imperial edict, he had no choices. He could only come to Dazhou and surround Chen Pingping's group of carriages.