Inside the military tent, Li Yuanju, who had recovered from his injuries, was also present. After all, he was a Lieutenant General. After being beaten by Gu Lan, he put on a demeanor as if prioritizing the overall situation, appearing much more subdued.
At this moment, a hawk rested on Li Yuanju's shoulder, its back a grayish-blue color, and he gently stroked it with one hand.
Gu Lan frowned.
"This is a pet hawk of mine," Li Yuanju coughed, seemingly aware of something. He handed the hawk over to his subordinate and continued, "Without food, can't Vice Minister Xie hasten the march? Our soldiers can't starve to death. Knowing this, we might as well have stayed at Cang Wind Port; at least there was supply from the main army there."
Tang Zhan said, "Well, you can go back now; no one is stopping you."
Li Yuanju replied, "I would love to, but there's no food for the marching troops. We might as well starve to death on the way..."
