Canglang City, the council hall of the Garrison Commander Manor.
A massive sand table of the Northern Frontier occupied the center of the room. On it, wooden models representing the five border cities bore small, scarlet flags of emergency that pierced the Panshicheng and Fengtaicheng positions like malignant sores.
The air was stagnant. Only the occasional crackle of burning charcoal in the brazier broke the silence, casting its reflection across Qin Lie's iron-forged, stern profile.
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