Chapter 886

A few more minutes passed, and Zhao Chi arrived at the edge of the enemy archers' range.

"Pause. Rest a moment."

The female soldiers moved quickly, but it still drained their stamina.

It was several kilometers from Zhao Chi's territory to here.

Rest first to recover stamina, in preparation for the fierce fighting ahead.

At this distance, Xiao Ning's voice could already be heard.

"Zhao Chi, what the hell is going on? What are you doing? Are you trying to betray me? What good are your two hundred men? Have you lost your mind? I've got over a thousand people here — you can't be planning to die here, can you?"

A barrage of questions — Zhao Chi had no intention of answering.

He was also rapidly recovering his stamina.

Things were different now; the facade had been torn away. He no longer needed to humor Xiao Ning.

Xiao Ning shouted from the tower for a while, then suddenly let out a very surprised "Huh?"

Then she was seen leaping down from the defensive tower, mounting her warhorse, and approaching under the escort of those heavy-armored shield soldiers.

The female soldiers beside Zhao Chi gripped their weapons tight, awaiting the battle that might erupt at any moment.

But Xiao Ning did not come too close.

She stopped not far away, looked Zhao Chi over carefully, and asked in utter astonishment: "Zhao Chi? You're Zhao Chi?"

Zhao Chi laughed: "Yeah, what about it?"

Xiao Ning frowned: "Are you shitting me? How did you end up looking like this mangy dog? You're fucking Zhao Chi? How come you became just as annoying as before?"

She was wrong.

Zhao Chi's previous appearance had been 5 points; now it was 6 — still 1 point better-looking than before, class heartthrob level.

But going from 10 points down to 6 was indeed a huge gap.

Zhao Chi suddenly found it very funny.

He couldn't hold back his laughter: "Hahahaha, I've always looked like this, never changed from start to finish. Didn't you ask me to be your territory's commander? I'm here — hand over the military command."

"Hand over your mother's cunt!"

Xiao Ning was furious, her eyes bulging wide.

Zhao Chi was cursed at, but not the slightest bit angry.

After all, Xiao Ning was already that angry — Zhao Chi actually felt a bit of schadenfreude.

Besides, he now wanted to chat with Xiao Ning a bit more.

It wasn't that he was talkative; he had nothing to say to Xiao Ning either.

The main thing was he could hear the faint panting of the female soldiers beside him.

If he could stall a while longer, they could rest a while longer.

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