Northern Yong Army's Jieqiu Mountain Camp.
The sweltering heat made sweat pour down everyone's back. It was noon, and without drills, the camp was quiet, but the shrill cries of cicadas on the distant hills could be heard.
Inside Deputy Commander Helian Qian's tent, generals of the Red Armor, Orange Crane, Azure Dragon, and Purple Lightning Armies sat on rush mats, a folded map on the table in the center, and two jars of wine on the floor, engaged in an enthusiastic discussion.
The Northern Yong Army was divided into seven branches: Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Purple. Nearly all were gathered here, likely discussing major plans…
But listening in, it didn't seem quite right. The expressions of the five generals were also rather frivolous.
When the Great General brought a drenched girl back to camp, it was even more shocking than the Qi Army's siege; not only were the soldiers curious, even the officers wanted to know what really happened.
