That day, Brother Xun still had not returned by nightfall, and the militiamen in the tent began to grow anxious. They feared that their secret had been exposed and that their whole group would be in trouble.
One of them asked, "Why hasn't Brother Xun come back yet? Could Elder Jin have killed him?"
"Don't worry. I don't think so. Before dinner, I went to look around Elder's tent. It was quiet and peaceful over there, with nothing happening at all. If Elder Jin wanted to kill Brother Xun, he definitely wouldn't do it so silently. He would surely make the entire army know the fate of those who surrendered." The old uncle in the tent comforted everyone.
"That's right. This morning, word only just spread that the Han Army had attacked the camp and killed three people. I figure Elder Jin must have been frightened too. He came from the Han Tribe in the first place, so once he learned the truth, he probably wouldn't be willing to serve as a shield for the Great Leader and the others. Maybe he took Brother Xun's advice and sent people to negotiate with the Han Army. One trip there and back would take quite a while. Everyone, keep calm. Nothing will happen." Another older militiaman, who had taken part in the operation, spoke up.
After hearing this, everyone felt much more at ease, but the old uncle still reminded them, "That's right, everyone needs to stay calm, but we can't let down our guard. We'll take turns standing watch tonight. If anything unexpected happens, we can immediately call everyone to flee.
"Also, we need to think of a way to go over to Elder's tent more often and listen for news. As soon as we hear anything, we'll inform everyone."
"That's