Someone opened the window, and the first ray of morning sunlight entered the room along with the crisp, chilly air after the snowfall.
Sterling, startled awake from his nap, immediately raised his head from the desk and asked the Deputy Commander of the Central Army who had just entered:
"Any news?" After several sleepless, anxious nights, he looked utterly haggard, his eyes bloodshot.
Qin Lu shook his head. Sterling refused to give up and pressed him. "I mean the whereabouts of Lords Ming Hui and Fang Jin, and the main forces of both armies—has there really been no news at all?"
Qin Lu still shook his head. "Sorry, sir. Demon Race advance units are active everywhere. They specifically target officers and messengers; every messenger we sent out to gather information has failed to return! We've been cut off from all intelligence. It's chaos everywhere!"
Sterling rose and paced back and forth, his mind racing. How many troops had the Demon Race brought? What was their purpose? Did they intend to seize the Far East? Or merely tie down their military operations against the Far East rebels? Or was this nothing more than a whim of the Great Demon God King after his afternoon nap? Where were their main forces? Which direction was their main attack aimed at? The war had been going on for three days, yet they still knew nothing, taking blows blindfolded! Worse still, they did not even know where their own allied forces had gone.
Sterling could not help saying aloud, "I want a live Demon Race prisoner! Even one will do!"
Qin Lu silently watched him. The two looked at each other. Two days ago, Vice Banner Captain Lu Zhen, captain of the Central Army scouts, had gone to investigate the Demon Race's movements. Before