Perhaps the most difficult thing to measure in the world was not the enemy's intention, but a beloved's sincere intention that could sometimes still cause one to feel uncertain.

Gu Yun looked back at him intentionally or unintentionally. Chang Geng's eyelids twitched uncontrollably as if wanting to avoid it. Then looking straight into Gu Yun's eyes, his gaze resembled a hook, wanting to fish out a sign from the inside.

But at this time, a blinded Ge Chen came closer and said in Gu Yun's ear, "Marshal, I suspect that the Heavy Armor of the foreigners were crafted with a special technique, which is better than ours in conserving Ziliujin. How about you all clear out the people first, I'll take the Heavy Armor apart to learn from them."

Ge Chen's appearance had made Gu Yun avert his gaze. In a hurry, Chang Geng could not grasp the meaning in those eyes, but surrounded by outsiders, he could not go over to ask a clear question, thus he was put in an anxious state.

As Gu Yun heard what was said, he appointed a personal guard to follow Ge Chen, and replied with resolve, "If you can't learn anything, I'll treat it as you slacking off from work and you are to be dealt with by military laws after we return, go!"

At his command, more than twenty black crows quietly surrounded the small Western sentry, quietly clearing up the Western soldiers who were still deep in their dreams. From the sentry, they collected a set of garrison defense and control maps plus several sets of Light Armor, and each person in the group put one on. This way, as long as the mask was down, no one would recognize that the people inside were not the originals.

Gu Yun pointed to the shivering captive: "Put him in Light Armor as well, place a lead in the golden box, if he dares to cause trouble, he will be fried into dumpling stuffing — by the way, where is Xiao Ge?"

Ge Chen hurriedly trotted along and said, "I'm here, I'm here, Marshal!"

Gu Yun looked back. In just a moment, this man not only removed the Heavy Armor of foreigners but also removed the whole core power of the Heavy Armor. Much like a slave to money, tying it to his waist and refusing to put it down. With a pair of bright eyes resembling a mouse that fell into a rice jar, he ran up and said, "Marshal Gu, am I going to have to pretend to be a Western soldier, too? I'm going to take this away. Do we have Light Armor with a larger belly?"