Chapter 63 The Marshal is Missing

The east was already turning white, and it was early morning. A cold mist enveloped the city of Peking. The fighting during the day had temporarily subsided, leaving only the faint groans of pain in the darkness. The smell of gunpowder and blood in the air remained in the mist after a night. Suddenly, a loud shout came from the army camp, "The commander is missing!"