Hui An didn't understand what "public custom" meant, but he could clearly see a red line dividing the Yan people and Jin people, who looked no different in appearance, into two halves.
Guo Dong didn't know what his partner was thinking at the moment,
After dealing with his wounds, he just felt hungry inside,
and said:
"Why hasn't dinner started yet?"
"Chirp, chirp, chirp!!!"
The whistle sounded.
The officers managing the auxiliary soldiers from Snow Sea liked to use whistles to convey messages, and this was the order for the auxiliary soldiers to assemble.
Guo Dong and Hui An dared not delay and immediately grabbed their shields and ran out to line up.
The ranks were noticeably thinner than in the morning.
They had returned, but many others were still lying tired beneath the city walls, probably missing today's dinner.
"March out of the camp, dinner will be eaten at another camp today."
