The cavalry now looked at them as if looking at dead people, "Do you really think you can kill us with just a few of you? Our reinforcements are right behind us, and even without them, you Central Plains sheep wouldn't stand a chance against us."
The other party looked Zhao Hanzhang up and down, feeling a stirring in his heart, licked his lips, and said, "Though you're a bit fiery, fiery women are the most flavorful, haha, little lady, the men in Central Plains lack passion. Why don't you follow me? Rest assured; I won't let you kill on the battlefield."
The others burst into laughter upon hearing this, gazing up and down at Zhao Hanzhang.
Zhao Hanzhang placed the head she was holding under a tree, gripping the dagger in her hand in reverse, raising her chin slightly, "Aren't you afraid I might kill you if I follow you?"
