Within a separate courtyard in the camp, inside the study.
Hua Qing sat before the desk, picking up the pile of scrolls that loomed like a mountain. He perused them one by one, carefully examining each.
It was unclear what news was contained within the scrolls that caused his brows to furrow at times, a look of satisfaction to spread across his face at others, and yet at other times burst into uproarious laughter…
As a captain in the Enemy-breaking Camp, he commanded ten teams, nearly a hundred people in total.
Among the entire camp, there were a fair number of captains like him, but he could certainly be considered part of the camp's middle echelon.
"Knock, knock, knock…" The sound of knocking suddenly arose.
"Come in!" Hua Qing lifted his head from the mountainous pile of scrolls, stretched languidly, and called out.
"My lord!" A lean and wiry man pushed open the door and strode in.