"Did they take a detour?" Han Zhong's face changed. The Song Army wouldn't take a detour for no reason, and if they did, it would be a long extra journey. He pondered for a moment, seemingly understanding something, and said:
"How did the Song Army know we were ambushing here?"
Back when Han Zhong withdrew from Yellow Armor City, he didn't even tell his personal soldiers where they were headed.
And once at Huayang Slope, Han Zhong had been constantly watching the army to prevent anyone from leaving the ranks to pass on information, ensuring utmost secrecy.
By logic, the Song Army shouldn't have known.
Han Zhong frowned, staring at the scout, and then said, "Did you see it clearly?"
"I saw it clearly," the short man bowed his head, his eyes somewhat evasive, his heart filled with unease.
