Nighttime at Tang's camp was brightly lit.
Xi Zhaoping came hurriedly to report, his expression filled with fear and gravity. "General, the ten thousand kilos of official salt we were transporting to the capital has disappeared."
Tang Jinghong looked up. "When did this happen?"
"Half a day ago," Xi Zhaoping stammered, his lips trembling. "The soldiers escorting the salt were all killed by the assailants. The soldier who came back to report the news died from his injuries just after delivering the message."
Tang Jinghong furrowed his brows deeply. "Summon Jiang Zhanglin and Yan Zihao."
"Yes, General." The guard at the door immediately went to fetch them.
Jiang Zhanglin and Yan Zihao had been on a mission in Liang City and had just returned to report their progress. They weren't at their tent.
Soon, Jiang Zhanglin and Yan Zihao arrived at Tang Jinghong's tent. "General."
