He Yan had been in the dungeon for two days now.
In these two days, besides Shen Han visiting once, no one else had come. Even when Shen Han came, he didn't mention anything about the situation outside, suggesting that nothing significant had happened for the time being. However, the quieter it was, the more uneasy He Yan felt. Unfortunately, Liangzhou Garrison's dungeon was as secure as a rock, making it difficult for her to find a way out. Song Taotao and Cheng Lisu were likely under surveillance, and she hadn't seen any sign of them in these two days.
The food and bedding were rudimentary, but He Yan found them bearable. As time passed, the invisible danger drew closer, and that was the most terrifying part.
Unfortunately, no one had realized it yet.
It began snowing in the middle of the night.
Snowflakes, as large as goose feathers, floated down, landing on people's bodies. Even thick cotton clothing couldn't shield against the biting cold. Two sentries stood on the watchtower, their hands too cold to bear, rubbing them together and blowing warm breath onto their palms. A cloud of white mist formed in front of their faces, quickly dissipating.
Liangzhou Garrison was enveloped in silence. The winter garrison was far less lively than in the summer. There were no new recruits rushing to the Five Deer River for a midnight bath, and the incessant chirping of cicadas was absent. The only sound was the cold, quiet snow melting on the ground.
"I need to go to the latrine," one of the sentries said, stamping his feet. "Can't hold it anymore."
His companion urged, "Hurry up and come back."
The sentry put down his drumstick and took a blade before turning and going down to the latrine. The snowfall was heavy, and in a moment, it had accumulated into a thick layer. Stepping on it submerged the shoe's surface, and the cold crawled up his legs. Shivering, he hurried to the latrine located behind.
Outside the latrine, there were torches lit. A few days ago, a recruit had slipped on the icy ground while relieving himself at night, injuring his leg. Afterward, Shen Han had arranged for torches to be placed here to light the way clearly.
As the sentry entered, there was already another person inside. He looked at the dimly lit figure and chuckled, "Oh, you're up too?"
The other person smiled and replied, "Just got here."
"It's too cold. If I didn't have to go so bad, I wouldn't make this trip," the sentry complained.
After finishing his business, pulling up his pants, he was about to leave, and the other person was also done. They left the latrine one after the other.
The torches at the entrance cast shadows on the snowy ground, swaying slightly. The sentry glanced casually and noticed that the person behind him had opened his arms at some point, ready to shout-
A hand covered his mouth and nose, and the person behind him drew the blade from his waist, slashing it viciously across the sentry's throat.
Blood splattered all over, and the young body silently collapsed, devoid of any breath.
The shadow didn't hesitate at all, bending down to drag the sentry's lifeless body away. The snow fell even heavier, and in moments, it had covered the fresh blood. After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the sentry emerged once more.
He scooped up some snow and wiped the blood off the blade, fastened it back to his waist, adjusted his fur hat, and headed up to the watchtower.
On the tower, his companion had grown impatient and suddenly heard some commotion. Seeing the sentry, who had gone to the latrine, return, he breathed a sigh of relief and cursed, "Why did you take so long? Were you slacking off?"
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Rebirth of a Star General (Legend of the Female General)
Romance[fast update] [good translation] The ancient saying goes: Most generals come from Guan Xi, while ministers come from Guan Dong. He Yan was born to be a Star General. She was merely a stepping stone for her family, and was used as her brother's subst...
