The night in Grey Robe Valley was quiet.
The campfires were languid, and the military police patrolled in groups of three or five, but dared not be lax.
Having just experienced a night raid by the Leia Knights on the Shadow Crow Army, they really didn't dare to mess around this time.
Near the silent, dimly-lit camp, there was a small village, filled with continuous wailing and sounds of movement.
Even standing at the entrance, one could smell the overpowering scent of blood and herbs.
After checking on the wounded soldiers, Horn stood at the village entrance, waiting for Petier to come over.
Arriving late under the cover of night, Petier had hurriedly collected the data.
"This field hospital seems to have taken over all the houses, right?" Horn's first question wasn't about the Leia people, but about the village in front of him, "Where are the villagers?"
Petier shook his head without speaking.
He had just learned this information from the prisoners of war.
