Assistant General Nie counted the casualties, then stepped forward with his sword and kicked Er Ge away, pressing his foot onto his head. He leaned forward, staring into his eyes, and asked, "I caught you once, can't I catch you a second time? Fool, you should stay further away from me."
Er Ge, eyes bloodshot, looked at him and spat out a mouthful of blood-tinted saliva, hoarsely saying, "You overestimate yourself. If it weren't for your good luck, escaping several times by chance, do you think you could have made it alive into the desert?"
Assistant General Nie was furious. Bai Shan, who had already bandaged the wounded and was covered in blood, heard this and calmly said, "Luck is a form of strength too."
Under Assistant General Nie's foot, Er Ge struggled to lift his eyes to look at Bai Shan and grinned, glancing at Assistant General Nie, "Nothing but brute strength. If it weren't for those two, I would have killed you in Liangzhou."
