"But General, if this reaches the Saint's ears, then you..." Zhao Gao's face showed a look of concern.
"It's alright, by that time, I'm afraid this General will already be long gone."
Both clearly understood what "gone" meant, and Zhao Gao's face showed a look of grief.
"Yes," Zhao Gao pursed his lips and left.
Sun Tan sat down again, his brow tightly furrowed as he pondered how to leave the Northern Tartars with a lifelong unforgettable gift before leaving.
Two hours were enough for the soldiers to recover most of their strength. The vice generals, who had already received the message in advance, gathered in Sun Tan's tent.
In the end, except for those in charge of logistics, everyone moved to prepare the final gift for the Northern Tartars.
