Bai Junjun's team hastily rested and then set off again, as if they were being chased by poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts.
Speaking of the young Major Zhou Tao, he led a hundred Elite Troops and arrived at Mighty Hall overnight.
They had thought that Mighty Hall would have fine wine and dishes waiting for them, but the entire hall was dark and eerily quiet.
The soldiers were puzzled, "Could they have fallen asleep?"
"When have you ever seen a village without even a gatekeeper?" Zhou Tao lazily glanced at the soldier.
The chastised soldier touched his nose awkwardly and hurriedly lit a torch.
With the help of the torchlight, the Elite Troops behind him dumped the unconscious man onto the carved wooden chair in the hall.
As Zhou Tao gazed at the carved hall in contemplation, soldiers from outside hurried back one after another.
"Reporting to Left Vanguard, there's not a soul in Mighty Hall."
"Reporting to Left Vanguard, nothing was left in the kitchen."
