On the clear morning of the next day, Bai Dushu watched the retreating backs of the Tujue army and heard the cheers of the surrounding soldiers, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth before he wearily collapsed to the ground.
Immediately, some soldiers came over to pour water for Bai Dushu, and there was even someone who took out their treasured dried beef to share.
"General Bai, you worked hard!"
"General Bai, please eat some more!"
"General Bai, are you betrothed yet? My little daughter is only this year..."
Just then, Hu Jing'an walked over and glared at the soldiers who had just been cozying up to Bai Dushu, frightening them into running away.
"The Military Envoy has summoned you," he said.
Bai Dushu nodded and then was helped up by Hu Jing'an.
By the time they arrived at the Central Army's tent, everyone was tallying the casualties from the battle and the enemy's casualties.
