In the Feng Army's garrison in Xiquan City, Pei Jinhuan hurried toward Mo Yuan's room. He knocked on the door and waited eagerly.
A few seconds later, Mo Yuan's calm voice came from inside. "Please come in."
Pushing open the door, Pei Jinhuan stepped inside and spoke before even seeing Mo Yuan. "Brother Mo, they have made their move!"
Hearing this, Mo Yuan looked up from the book he was reading and saw Pei Jinhuan's excited expression.
"Where are they right now?" Mo Yuan asked as he closed the book.
"Our men saw them gathering in the eastern district a quarter of a sichen ago. There are around two thousand Ji Army soldiers there, fully equipped," Pei Jinhuan replied excitedly.
Mo Yuan listened to the report and pondered for a few seconds before asking, doubt lacing his tone, "They only managed to gather two thousand soldiers?"
