"Hey! The broth is lacking! Add more!"
Someone inside the tent shouted drunkenly.
"Yes! Master!"
Tie Dan shouted back, turning his head like a wolf and glaring at the three people behind him.
"One sword."
Gen Mo clenched his fist, Zhen Zhu closed his eyes, and Qian Rang nodded.
So Tie Dan crawled into the military camp like a dog.
The three villagers also followed suit, crawling silently behind him.
The soldiers and generals in the camp were already drunk beyond recovery. Those who could still stand and mount a horse had already been dispatched earlier.
Naturally, no one paid attention to these four crawling servants, nor did anyone search for the swords on them.
After all, what trouble could a few disabled people cause?
Thus, they crawled through the camp, their ears filled only with the faint breaths and moans of dying women.
