"Those damn intelligence departments can't accomplish anything!" Marshal Felix tossed the report in his hand onto a nearby table, expressing his disdain with a snort.
In his view, the situation was already very clear: the Tang Army was plotting a counterattack around Hotwind Port, preparing to launch an unimaginably large-scale offensive on the western front.
Being on the front line himself, he could naturally feel it clearly—the Tang Army opposite them was already restless. Even a casual sniff would detect the strong smell of gunpowder in the air.
"It seems His Majesty prefers to evenly distribute the forces in all directions," the staff officer said helplessly to the disgruntled Marshal, "The north also reports that the Tang Army is plotting an attack. How is that possible? Is the Tang Army preparing to attack in all directions?"
