C265 Something That Had Nothing to Do with Them

Everyone had planned to rendezvous just outside Zhou Cheng's tent before dawn, and from there, they would all march together toward the Northern Wei Camp.

Snapping out of his reverie, Zhou Cheng turned to gaze at the four dung buckets a short distance from his tent. "Looks like recovery won't be quick," he muttered to himself. He could gauge the cholera's severity from the excrement