C757 He Went the Opposite Way

It was the quietest hour of the night, when everything was still.

The North Mansion Army camp was silent, with the soldiers, exhausted from the day's exertions, deep in slumber. The sounds of snoring and teeth grinding echoed intermittently. Surrounding the camp were sentries, stationed every few steps, changing shifts every couple of hours.

Inside the main tent, the atmosphere was lively