"Yikes~~" Everyone immediately looked disdainfully at Chen Fang.
"Nonsense, I didn't!" Chen Fang argued, "I don't remember it at all!"
"Hahaha." Everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"And me, and me, Jiang Ming of Zhenhai Army, Zhao Xing, do you remember me? I once gifted you a turtle!"
"I remember." Zhao Xing replied with a smile, nodding.
"Of course he remembers." Xia Jing pointed at Zhao Xing and said, "During the rest at Sacrificial Soul Pass, he chopped the turtle, kept only the shell, and discarded the meat."
"At that time, Zhao Xing was in charge of logistics, and the Liao Rulong's Unit and Wen Shaoyang's Division had turtle meat for nearly a month!"
"In the middle of the night when the soldiers went to relieve themselves, they could see turtle ghosts crawling everywhere."
"Almost scared people half to death."
"Hahaha."
Laughter erupted once again in the surroundings.
"Zhao Xing, do you remember him?" Xia Jing brought another person over.
