Lancaster lowered his head to look at the wine in his cup, suddenly feeling utterly lost. Compared to Grandpa Airedes, his understanding of war seemed especially laughable.
Airedes looked at the absent-minded Lancaster and slowly said, "That's enough for today. Go back first."
Hearing this, Lancaster came back to his senses and looked up. "Grandpa Airedes, take care of yourself."
"Go on."
Airedes waved his hand, then picked up the wine bottle and began drinking straight from it.
Watching Airedes drink heavily, Lancaster stood and bowed. He took several steps back, then turned and walked out of the tent.
Perhaps this conversation would be the last time he ever spoke with Grandpa Airedes.
Maybe only years later, when he looked back on this memory, would he truly understand those words.
But perhaps there would be no future at all.
A long while later, Airedes tossed aside the empty bottle, sprawled on the ground without a shred of dignity, and fell asleep.
Not long afterward, an officer entered the tent. Seeing the commander-in-chief snoring on the ground, he fetched a blanket, knelt before him, and carefully covered him with it.
After doing all this, the officer began cleaning up the mess.
"To hell with glory."
After muttering softly, Airedes turned onto his side and continued sleeping.
The officer's expression did not change in the slightest upon hearing this. After quickly tidying the desk, he quietly withdrew.
As the captain of the guard, he had felt his commander-in-chief's pain more deeply than anyone during this time.
But before the larger situation, he could only suppress those emotions to avoid affecting his judgment of the battlefield.
At this moment, seeing his commander-in-chief sleep without burden, he felt sincerely relieved.
Seven days later, at the Red River Valley camp, more than eight hundred thousand