Liu Yang thought for a moment and gestured to the person behind him, indicating that he should stay outside and keep watch. He quietly entered the tent.
Ordinary soldiers usually stayed in a tent with ten people. They were all rough men. The sound of their snores was one thing, but the smell was obvious.
Liu Yang wrinkled his nose in discomfort. When he passed by the first bed…
"Son of a bitch from the Wu Kingdom, take my punch."
He threw a punch and coincidentally hit Liu Yang's stomach. It was so painful that he gritted his teeth, not daring to make a sound.
He thought that he was already unlucky enough, but the soldier on the second bed actually placed his spear on the ground. Liu Yang accidentally tripped and fell facedown.
When he came out of the tent with a sack, his accomplices guarding outside realized that his clothes were messy and his face was swollen.
