That night, Gao Fan followed Xuu You's orders to lead a troop out from the opposite direction of Fa Zheng's camp from the north of the city. Unlike the previous small batches leaving through tunnels, this time, although careful, the large numbers naturally drew the attention of Fa Zheng's scouts.
"What's going on? Is there any critical intelligence report?" Fa Zheng rubbed his eyes, stretched lazily, and asked in a sleepy tone. He was at an age where he loved to sleep.
"It's like this..." The Military Marshal clasped his fists and reported back to Fa Zheng.
Suddenly, Fa Zheng, who had been drowsy, snapped awake. "That's odd, now that Xuu Ziyuan has the advantage, why take the risk of deploying troops? Does he plan to utterly defeat me? It doesn't seem possible, maybe he has some other tactic?"
