Zhan Beicang watched the Zhan Family Army chase after the Western Rong army, and a determined smile appeared on his face.
He looked sideways at Zhan Lan.
This girl, she didn't seem like it was her first time on the battlefield.
Especially since just now she was able to fight ten rounds alone with Asi Han!
Could a teenage girl really accomplish such a feat?
Moreover, she could easily use a Soft Sword with her left hand to chop off one of Asi Han's arms.
That was even more incredible!
To chop off someone's arm, especially the arm of Asi Han, who is seasoned in battle, is an even more difficult task!
Unless, Zhan Lan's left hand possesses an extraordinary strength!
Zhan Beicang stopped Zhan Lan who was chasing towards the Western Rong army and said, "Lan'er, you stay behind. In case the Western Rong army turns back to attack, with you here, I can be at ease!"
"Yes!"
Watching the departing figure of Zhan Beicang on horseback, a smile formed on the corner of Zhan Lan's lips.