In the early morning, Li Changhe was awakened by the urgent sound of drums.
It was the signal for assembly in the Great Tang's army.
Even with the current level of technology in the Great Tang, the existence of the assembly drums was still preserved. Three beats, and you must be present. Otherwise, you face military punishment.
Li Changhe rose quickly, swiftly put on his armor and helmet, covering himself tightly.
This was to conceal his make-up. Because the mimetic clay he used would become stiff in this cold weather and would easily reveal his disguise.
Li Changhe could only rely on his makeup skills and use the clay as an auxiliary means for disguise.
Fortunately, the Great Tang's auxiliary armor was a full face-covering type, and no outsider could recognise him as long as he wore it.
Pushing the door open, he saw a private running past.
"What happened?" Li Changhe asked as he followed.
