Li Fusheng's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but ask Zheng Fan, "Chief Zheng, can I have this man?"
Zheng Fan just smiled without saying a word.
I'd be willing to give him to you, but he wouldn't go with you.
Li Fusheng was only joking. Such retainers generally wouldn't change their allegiance; what they valued most was "loyalty."
At a signal from Li Fusheng, one of his personal guards handed his horse spear to Liang Cheng, who took it.
Li Fusheng spurred his horse forward, moving to the front of the thousand cavalrymen. It seemed he intended to lead the charge himself.
But no one dared to stop him. No one ventured to say things like, "General, your status is too important, and you still have to command the army. You can't risk yourself so easily."
