When the night deepened, Zong Ge led a group of men back to their encampment.
"Lord Zong Ge, Lord Sanda, you've returned," greeted a group who had stayed at the camp as they quickly came to welcome them.
"Phew, finally back!"
"Today was no easy day either."
"Right now, what I want most is to drink some hot water."
"Enough talk, I should have some wound medicine in my tent."
People at the camp entrance began to disperse, all ravenously hungry and exhausted, some bearing fresh wounds.
Zong Ge and Sanda, however, did not rest and instead went straight to the largest tent in the center of the camp.
This tent was originally Zong Ge's quarters, but as the number of injured had been increasing in recent days, making individual care difficult, Zong Ge voluntarily gave it up. He saw that the injured were gathered here and arranged for specialized people to care for them.
Lifting the tent flap, Zong Ge began inspecting the injured.
