Meng Zhao fell silent. So it was not only the Divine Might Army that contained Commander Bai's hidden pawns—even among the bandit strongholds used as smokescreens, there were Commander Bai's people. It seemed this man's arrangements ran far deeper than Meng Zhao had imagined.
It had been mentioned before: with so many members of the Divine Might Army gathered in the mountains, even though their camp had been chosen in a place almost no outsiders visited and was unlikely to be exposed, their massive daily consumption was still conspicuous. Thus, several bandit strongholds had been specially established as a distraction, making it impossible for outsiders to discern the truth.
After all, Liang Prefecture was now suffering under a snow disaster. The people had been displaced, the number of mountain bandits had increased, and greater consumption was only natural. It would not easily arouse suspicion.
Over the years, it was precisely because of the bandits in those strongholds that the Divine Might Army's movements had indeed been concealed. Other than a few informed individuals, no flaws had been exposed to this day.
At the same time, there were no shortage of bandits within Hu Mountain. Some were Divine Might Army soldiers in disguise, while others were genuine mountain bandits who had drifted here. Most of them, however, had been beaten into submission by the Divine Might Army and secretly brought under its command.
Many of their recruits had in fact been selected from the strong and able-bodied among those bandits. That was why it had become possible for the bandit strongholds to plant people within the Divine Might Army.
But that was only a possibility. The two sides were not even in the same weight class, and there was a clear distinction between master and servant.
What stronghold would have the