"We were lucky to capture you this time, or we would have surely faced a great defeat,"
the old hand said with a hearty smile.
Ning Zhaoji's face relaxed, and Lei Laomeng started to build rapport.
On the other side, Fan Qing looked at the defeated troops and said calmly, "Your general has abandoned you and fled, treating you like expendable pawns. Look, you usually struggle to get meat to eat, while the general can enjoy wine. How much does such wine cost each time?"
"Why do you serve as soldiers?"
"For land? Good, we'll distribute land."
"If you can bring your families over, the benefits of the Qilin Army are..."
Yuwen Hua's mouth twitched. He discovered that Fan Qing's growth was incredibly rapid, almost as if he had taken a drug. After a moment of silence, he left Yuwen Tianxian to speak with a Colonel from an aristocratic family who was determined to die, asking, "What is your family background?"
