The twelfth year of Great Xia, December 28, second half of the night
Central Yang Camp, at the warehouse gate
"The warehouse is a restricted area, idlers keep out!"
Rumble rumble rumble… crack…
Ten massive Iron Wheel Cars loaded to the brim with Beast Meat rolled forward slowly under the escort of over a thousand men. At the sharp shout from the armored Soldier on duty, the convoy immediately halted.
At the head of the escort team was a young man in white, sword at his side, barely in his early twenties by the look of him. There was a sharp, cutting air between his brows. Seeing the thousand-strong armored garrison at the warehouse gate, a smile instantly appeared on his face. He stepped up to a man dressed like a commander, cupped his fists with a smile, and said, "I am Lu Yun from East Ridge, disciple of Beishuo Sword Master Lu Yang. May I ask, General, your honored surname and name?"
"Beishuo Inspectorate Dean, Huang Shengyong!"
