Gu Yun quickly took over the chaotic Northern Camp, at the same time, Chang Geng had escorted over the armors and machines that Ling Shu Institute had accumulated by scraping together all that they had left. Among them, there were a number of Black Eagle suits and Heavy Armors.

Tan Hong Fei estimated that the Westerners would go north in two or three days — in reality, he had been too optimistic.

That night, on a watchtower in Da Gu Harbor.

In front of the Qian Li Yan were two dust-proof brushes as large as a palm, struggling to move up and down in vain. Not long after, the wind and rain had beaten them down.

The old tower soldier on duty had to put his hand out the window and grab a rusty handle nearby where the fire engine had been busted for a long time, but no one had repaired it, thus it had to be pulled manually.

He shook away the rain droplets on his hands and strongly twisted the handle, the half-dead gears that had cracked and chipped made a screeching sound. A metal umbrella rose slowly and unfolded, covering the front mirror of the Qian Li Yan in the miserable wind and bitter rain.

The old soldier wiped the water vapor on the glasses of the Qian Li Yan and complained to his companions: "We are all serving as soldiers, but the other people can fly high in heaven, conquering the wind and clouds, mighty as hell. We are just the opposite, every day on the tower, if we're not sweeping the floor then we're playing cards. It's even more peaceful than compared to the monks.”

“Can't even get our hands on some benefits, all throughout the day there is not a goddamn thing to do, but we also have to spend time here all the year round. Even our wives would forget our faces already ... hey, how strange, why is it raining so hard? Where did this massive grievance come from?”

His companion that was sweeping the floor did not even raise his head: "You better pray nothing will happen, didn't you hear? Captain said that the Westerners are about to get here already, you'll have something to do then."

"Don't listen to the captain's gibberish. Doesn't he always go on about how the Westerners will arrive in a few days?" The guard said, "Isn't the Marquis of Order still keeping guard right next to the capital?"

"The Marquis has been put into prison."

"Gee, didn't he get released already?..." As the old soldier said this, as if he had remembered something, he said again: "Yes, it is very strange. Aren't there rumors about how the Marquis led forces to the capital to force the Emperor to abdicate? How could he be released so quickly, perhaps..."

"Shh," his companion suddenly raised his head abruptly. "Stop talking nonsense, listen!"