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"Direct Thief, this is pointless, pointless indeed. What kind of battle is this? We haven't even charged, and they're already retreating?"
Li Fusheng was clearly dissatisfied; this was not the battle he wanted.
He shamelessly asked Zheng Fan for the opportunity to charge, but before he could take his turn, the opponents had already withdrawn.
This wasn't even a battle; it was more like herding sheep.
"I say, Brother Zheng, with opponents like these, do you really have to complain to the Prince, to Ying Capital City, and to the court every time you write a memorandum about the difficulty of defending the borders against the wild people?"
Lord Zheng chuckled, "The child who makes a fuss gets the candy."
With Li Fusheng, Zheng Fan had nothing to hide. As the blind man once said, people with mental disorders are often very pure.
