"General, you rushed about tirelessly yesterday. It won't hurt to rest a little longer. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Drink this bowl of porridge first." Rather than answering directly, Zhao Yun pushed his own porridge over.
Sitting on a folding stool, Huang Zhong stared at the porridge on the table and thought for a moment. Feeling that he had been too hasty just now, he lowered his voice again. "Military affairs are more important. Is it not a little late to be eating at this hour? This old man has always slept lightly. I never thought I would oversleep today."
"No rush, no rush. We can discuss military matters after you've had some hot porridge." Zhao Yun remained utterly calm.
"Ah." Huang Zhong had just taken up the bowl with both hands when he suddenly frowned and set it down again. "Though our army has ample provisions, shouldn't we still make haste? Wouldn't it be better to move faster than Third General?"
"I told you, there's no hurry. The scouts sent out this morning brought back word: Yinpan City ahead is completely empty. Zhang He slipped away with his men before dawn. We'll rest well before setting out, then head straight for Linjing and capture Cao Zhen." Seeing that Huang Zhong was still anxious, Zhao Yun revealed the good news.
"Truly?" Huang Zhong brightened, then lifted the thin porridge and gently blew on it. "That bastard Zhang He may not be much of a fighter, but when it comes to running for his life, he stands second to none."
As they spoke, a guard brought over another bowl of porridge. Zhao Yun shook his head. "Yinpan is a small city with few people. Once surrounded, it would inevitably fall. Rather than say Zhang He is cowardly and skilled