At the camp south of Chang'an, which formed a strategic pincer with the camp by the eastern gate to jointly defend the city, Henry, the leader of the thieves, was reporting on the situation at the eastern gate camp to Taige Rui inside his command tent. Such a major incident at the eastern gate camp would naturally have been reported immediately. By now, that "mountain of flesh," Dong Zhuo, lounging on the dragon bed in Chang'an's imperial palace, had probably received the news as well—and might be flying into a rage.
"Only one person?" Taige Rui frowned. "What nerve! He dared to storm a camp of fifty thousand men alone and cause trouble. Haven't you identified him?" Though his words sounded like praise, he had gritted them out through clenched teeth. So far, the eastern gate camp explosion had already cost Western God six lives. How could Taige Rui possibly commend that person?
"That man is very good at hiding. Sir, should we go take a look? Anyone who dares to enter a camp of fifty thousand alone must be quite powerful. He may even hold some status in Eastern Victory." Taige Rui slowly shook his head. "Didn't Zhang Liao go to the eastern gate camp yesterday? Gao Shun is there too, along with his eight hundred Trap Formation Camp soldiers. Hmph. No matter how strong this man is, if he encounters them, he'll definitely die."
Gao Shun had originally followed Lü Bu. But after Lü Bu died, Gao Shun had no choice but to join Dong Zhuo's ranks. Dong Zhuo thought highly of Gao Shun and his Trap Formation Camp. After saving Dong Zhuo, Zhang Liao had been granted the title of General Who Suppresses Rebellion and given command of one thousand Flying Bear Army soldiers and nine thousand