Everyone was taken aback upon hearing this.
Just then, the sound of hooves rang out from below the city walls, and a rider galloped up, shouting, "Grand Commander! There is a Tangut man outside the city requesting an audience, claiming to have been entrusted to deliver a message!"
A glint flashed in Zhao Muyun's eyes: "Bring him up."
A moment later, a man dressed as a Tangut was led up to the city wall.
He glanced at Zhao Muyun, placed his right hand on his chest, bowed, and handed over a letter tube tightly wrapped in oilcloth, saying in broken Da Yin dialect:
"Your Excellency General, this is a letter from 'White Eagle.' He says that the old debts have been settled."
"White Eagle?" Shi Yong and the others looked puzzled.
Only Zhao Muyun's fingers trembled almost imperceptibly as she took the letter tube.
He waved his hand: "Give him some money and escort him out of the city properly."
After the Tangut messenger left, Zhao Muyun held the letter tube in his hand, but did not open it immediately. He just stared in the direction where the messenger disappeared and remained silent for a long time.
The evening breeze rustled his blood-stained battle robe.
"Grand Commander, this 'White Eagle' is..." Tang Yanhai asked softly.
Zhao Muyun withdrew her gaze, carefully tucked the letter into her bosom, turned to look at the crowd, and her face had regained its usual composure:
"An old friend. We'll discuss that later. The most urgent task is to give the soldiers a breather and figure out Yang Yan's next move. The siege of Liangzhou is not yet over, and the fiercest battles are yet to come."
As night deepened, torches lit up one after another atop Liangzhou city walls, illuminating the boundless crimson below.
The distant Xijing military camp remained brightly lit, like a lurking beast.
Beneath the temporary calm, a much larger storm is brewing.
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