Gu Yun asked: "How many soldiers are there in each defensive garrison of the other countries?"

Black Eagle: "In the station of the Westerners, there are about three thousand. Tian Zhu are a bit further away, there are only one thousand troops, the rest belong to other Western Region countries."

"Impossible." Gu Yun lightly bit his tongue and swallowed the words 'investigate again' back, only to remember that he was not in the army at this time.

He had been trapped in this city the size of a well, completely beyond reach.

"Since hundreds of Sand Tigers have appeared, the other side must want an all-out battle. If they don't have a few tens of thousands of elite soldiers standing at the back, all the Ziliujin pouring into these machines will be in vain. Even if there are not many in daylight, it does not mean that there are no troops hidden in the dark."

Gu Yun narrowed his eyes; his fingers slightly tapped the table: "To deal with Lou Lan's poor-man cavalry, a team of Heavy Armors would be more than enough to suffice. They gathered a large number of Sand Tigers and tens of thousands of troops at our border, this cannot be about a trivial argument between the small countries in the Western Regions."

The soldier was puzzled: "Then...then your subordinate will immediately rush back now..."

Gu Yun intercepted him: "There is no need, and it's already too late."

The Black Eagle rushed to the capital from the station at the Silk Road, taking two days at best, this was already a godlike speed. The capital forbade air travel; he could only land in the Northern Camp. Even if he were to enter the capital on the same night, upon arriving in front of Gu Yun, it would already be the third day. If he were to return to send the message, counting both departing and returning time, even if he ran to death, it would still take up to five or six days.

The battlefield changed rapidly, five or six days were enough for them to lose their country -

Gu Yun clenched his teeth: why must he be detained here in the capital right at this moment!

"You go rest first." Gu Yun whispered, "Let me think about it."

The Black Eagle soldier did not dare to be talkative, obediently taking his leave.

Gu Yun turned to heat up a bottle of wine for himself, strolling back and forth in his room. Within this small space, his head had completely cooled down, gradually finding a clue, he thought: "Perhaps the worst hasn't happened."

He was detained, Shen Yi was not here. At this moment, the Northwestern Black Iron Camp was being led by He Rong Hui — the commander of the Black Eagle faction.