Inside the temporary command post of the Huaxia Army, night had fallen.
The flickering candlelight cast Xia Huai'an's shadow against the rough wall like a crouching beast of prey. Standing before the sand table, he traced his fingertips lightly over the wooden model representing the Capital, his brow tightly furrowed.
"Report!" A scout burst into the hall at a double, dropping to one knee. The muddy water on his armor went *splat* as it hit the floor. "Master! Urgent dispatch from General Zheng Fuhu!"
Chapter 258