While swiftly organizing the information at hand, Guo Conglong quietly took a sip from the warm water pouch handed to him by his adjutant, casually asking, "How long was I unconscious just now?"
"Not long, only the time it takes for a dozen rounds of arrows," the adjutant's gaze swept over the Tukan overseer not far away, wanting to say more but hesitated.
Guo Conglong nodded to the other officers and attendants. They moved their feet ever so slightly, trying their best to shield Guo Conglong and his adjutant.
In a voice as soft as a whisper, Guo Conglong asked, "Is there anything else?"
The adjutant also lowered his voice, quickly responding, "During the period you were unconscious, the Tukan People's maneuvers were extremely frequent. I feel they are not trying to attack the opposite fortress but to further divide and surround us slave soldiers. I'm worried they might do something insane again, sacrificing us as offerings."
