The camp was quiet, with dim light penetrating the tent.
Xu Haitao said nothing more, did nothing else, simply opened a drawer and handed Liang Qu a confidential map filled with annotations, letting Liang Qu judge for himself before disbanding the meeting.
The crowd dispersed.
The guard tidied up the chairs and pages, recalled the earlier conversation, and couldn't help but ask, "Great General, did Marquis Xingyi's words just now mean we should launch a counterattack?"
"Why not?" Xu Haitao countered.
"This..."
"Why did we retreat to Xialong Bay in the first place, do you remember?"
The guard thought for a moment, suddenly realizing, and patted his forehead, "I was confused!"
Xu Haitao gazed at the sand table, pulled out a small flag from the north bank, and inserted it into the south bank of the Red River.
