Soul Master prisoners flipped through the letters. Compared to ordinary people, Soul Masters were fewer in number but fairly strong, with more opportunities to earn money. Naturally, they had more chances and time to learn to read.
Of course, their families might not be literate, but they could ask the Sun Moon Spies delivering the letters to help write them.
Although the war was currently in full swing, and both great empires were extremely wary of the Sun Moon Empire, maintaining all manner of "strict defenses,"
the Sun Moon leadership understood the importance of intelligence.
For this Holy War, they had deployed a large number of Sun Moon Spies years ago to infiltrate the two great empires.
Backed by the wealthy Sun Moon Empire, these spies could naturally use money to pave the way and befriend certain officials of the two great empires.
Under such circumstances, Sun Moon Spies could secretly deliver letters under the protection of officials from the two great empires. They could even purchase part of the grain stored in their granaries, or rare metals unique to those empires.
At that moment, as the rustling of turning pages rose and fell, waves of discussion gradually filled the prisoner-of-war camp.
"My son can walk and talk now. Ah, if only I could go home sooner and hear him call me Daddy."
"The ordinary prisoners really returned home safely. This... the Sun Moon Empire didn't send anyone after them? Were we mistaken about the Sun Moon Empire?"
"My father and mother said in the letter that they're both in very good health, told me not to worry, and asked when I could come home. Ah, once you become a prisoner, you can't control your own fate. Who knows when I'll be able to return?"
"The tax collector came to