The golden sun set in the west as a flurry of urgent hoofbeats broke through the camp gates, kicking up a cloud of dust as they headed straight for the central command tent.

"It's a messenger cavalry from the border of the commandery."

Someone recognized the identity of the approaching cavalry, their face filled with shock.

The cavalryman carried an urgent message flag on his back, and as his warhorse galloped into the camp, he shouted loudly, his voice echoing through half the camp.