After the small skirmish.
During a break.
The soldiers cleaning up the battlefield noticed a strange sight.
General Zheng Haoran, the legendary Military General who had been appointed at a young age in a time of crisis, was casually squatting in the snow with a young soldier who bore a slight resemblance to him. The two shared the exact same posture.
General Zheng had, in a rare move, taken out his treasured wineskin. The two of them were taking turns, sharing sips of the potent, stale liquor.
In the frozen landscape, the strong liquor warmed their bodies as they shot the breeze, having the time of their lives.
Curiosity got the better of Old Li. Whistling softly and muttering, "These damn Barbarians..." he pretended to clean up the battlefield as he passed by, trying to sneakily overhear what the two were saying.
