Lei Wu's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. Glancing over, he found the homing pigeon in his hand oddly familiar: it couldn't possibly be the same one he released last night, could it?
But a whole night and morning had passed, that pigeon shouldn't still have been in this forest!
"Zhang Qiang, quickly check what's written on the letter!" someone was eager to know.
Zhang Qiang was the one who shot down the pigeon.
"Isn't it wrong to read someone else's privacy?" protested Zhang Qiang.
"Since we've already shot and killed the pigeon, forget about privacy! This message won't be delivered now! There's no harm in checking what's on it!"
"Exactly! You don't even know who sent the message or to whom, if it's secret then we don't even know whose secret it is! This no longer counts as privacy!"
"Correct, quickly read it out!" urged other soldiers.
