At dusk, the entire Black Wind Camp entered a state of readiness, preparing what needed to be prepared and setting out when necessary.
Nangong Ze was tied to a wooden stake in the camp, with his hands bound behind him. He had regained consciousness half an hour ago and originally thought he would suffer some inhuman torture, but he didn't.
After tying him here, those people ignored him.
His injured palm was wrapped in gauze, and the wound seemed to have been treated, as there was no excessive bleeding.
He watched the cavalry come and go in front of him, frowning deeply.
He was bound close to the commander's barracks of Black Wind Camp. With his hearing, he could clearly hear the conversations inside, knowing that there would be a fierce battle tonight and what preparations Black Wind Camp had made.
If only he could inform Nangong Jun of Black Wind Camp's strategy, they could easily take down Black Wind Camp without any effort!
