"Gentlemen," Li Xingzhong said as he stood up and paced back and forth twice inside the military tent with his head bowed.
Amidst the general confusion, he looked up and said earnestly, "I just calculated: the rations in our camp, combined with the captured cattle and sheep, are enough for one month. Now it is late September; we must withdraw our troops by mid-October at the latest, or else we will freeze to death here on the grasslands."
"I want to accomplish something big in these less than two months."
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