"So, you call it exaggeration, huh?" A Ming said, too lazy to argue. He had simply thought earlier that Zheng Fan falling off his horse so neatly was a bit too convenient.
Fortunately, it was nighttime, and this troop of Qian State cavalry was pressed for time, so they didn't bother to specifically check if the man was thoroughly dead or to deliver a finishing blow. In the eyes of that Qian State cavalry troop, the two of them looked more like lazy drunks heading home late after a night of drinking.
Another fortunate point was that, because they were delivering severed heads today, both Zheng Fan and A Ming were riding horses from the convoy.
