General Cheng was very appreciative of Qin San Lang; just the fact that he could fight battles while protecting the soldiers and keeping casualties extremely low made him a promising talent.
"You've met him, General Cheng? That truly is fate." General Liang said, then asked, "Has he come back yet? Leimuqin's head is still hanging at his waist."
He had to come back so it could be sent to the Capital to make the Emperor happy.
Duan Changling drawled, neither warm nor cold, "Carrying the enemy general's head around on his person—youngsters nowadays really do know how to flaunt their merits."
No general likes soldiers who cling too hard to their credit; that was obviously an attempt to sow discord.
General Cheng pretended not to hear. He glanced back, frowned, and said, "He should have come back with us; where has he gone now? Someone, hurry and invite Company Commander Qin of He'an Prefecture here!"
