Gao Xiong spoke up. "The Sovereign of Zhaowu Country has been making frequent trips. It seems he's rallying allies for war."
The importance of intelligence in warfare is self-evident.
The Zhenxi Army has defended against the nations of Ximo for a thousand years. They planted spies in every country long ago, many of whom have achieved high-ranking positions.
The Zhenxi Army spent a fortune in silver to cast this inescapable net.
"Good."
Xu Dingchun nodded and looked at Bai Yuan. "War is coming. You should take the convoy and leave Lonely Wolf City tomorrow."
But Bai Yuan shook his head.
"No, Master. The convoy will leave, but I'm staying."
The master and his charge's gazes met mid-air. Xu Dingchun smiled faintly. "Suit yourself. You're just like your master—stubborn as an ox."
He recalled.
Back when he was in the Northern Garrison Army, he was the Grand General of the North, and Dong Wanjun was just an ordinary Captain.
