"These military rations are being deducted too much..."
"Shh! Keep your voice down."
The soldiers inside the tent were all complaining about the Su Family deducting military rations.
Outside the tent, the brothers of the Great Word Unit exchanged glances, then nodded simultaneously.
This is the spot.
The leader of the Great One adjusted his rain-soaked lapels and deliberately stomped his way toward the encampment.
As the tent flap was lifted, the chatter inside suddenly stopped, and seven or eight soldiers raised their heads to stare vigilantly at them.
The Great One displayed a simple smile and clasped his hands.
"Brothers, sorry to disturb you. We're from the Beiguan Camp, and we're passing by here looking for my brother Zhang Erhu. We haven't found him yet, and it's started raining. Can we take shelter here from the rain?"
