On the tower of the main camp, under a black oppressive sky, a few hawks circled. Pei Zhan extended his arm, and a hawk cried out as it landed on it.
Under the lamplight, Jiang Lin approached with the military report in his hand: "The situations of the twenty-three sentry posts along the line have all been reported back. The key ones currently show no abnormalities."
Pei Zhan shook his arm, releasing the hawk, and then unfolded the military report to read it.
"Old Five!"
At this moment, a hurried voice called from below the stairs. Pei Zhan looked up, seeing Liang Zhi breathlessly rushing forward: "I have a situation!" After speaking, he waved his hand, and the soldiers who had followed him stepped forward, escorting the mute man. Then he handed over the crescent moon pattern from his bosom:
"Just now, when I was at Yangjiao Pass, I found this person holding this item while making contact with the Dongzi people at the post station. Take a look quickly!"
