After a day of tossing about, the sky darkened.
A campfire was lit in the mountains, with Song Xian and Old General Zhang gathered around the fire.
The old man with white hair sat on the ground, holding the dry cake Song Xian handed to them, chewing vigorously.
These cakes were brought by Song Xian from Daqi. Because they had to pass through checkpoints, movement was inconvenient, so he carried only non-perishable dry food.
The dry food was cold and hard, requiring a long time in the mouth before it could be swallowed.
But for Old General Zhang and his men, this was a full meal they hadn't had in a long time.
Having been stationed in the territory for many years, Old General Zhang and his men were long unacquainted with comfort, constantly traversing the mountains and woods, skirmishing with the previous dynasty's army, surviving only because of this.
After Old General Zhang and his men were full, Song Xian walked over to speak with Old General Zhang.
