In all her years of fighting, Shen Tang had never before dropped straight into an enemy's granary. How was that any different from tossing a mouse into a rice jar? There was no need for scheming or sneaking around. Everything had gone so smoothly that she almost suspected a trap. "Could this be a plot?"
Had the enemy already seen through their disguise?
Were they lying in wait, just waiting for her to take the bait?
Shen Tang quietly raised her guard and focused her attention on her ears, but detected no suspicious breathing nearby. Meanwhile, the others also shed their disguises and stretched their stiff limbs. Their reactions were much like hers: confusion, astonishment, delight, then suspicion and wariness. She raised a hand and made a silent gesture, telling them to rein in their auras so they wouldn't give themselves away.
They could use the fishy smell to mask their auras and keep the enemy from noticing them, but once they left this place, the reek of fish on them would be ironclad proof of their whereabouts. Since they still had time, they should rein in their auras first. "My lord, should we...?"
A sharp-looking general stepped forward and gestured.
Dropping into the enemy's granary without the slightest difficulty—what else could that be but fortune favoring their arms? This time, even Heaven was on their side!
If Heaven gives and you do not take, you will be punished for it!
If you do not seize the moment, calamity will strike!
Wouldn't it be a waste of Heaven's good turn if they didn't make full use of this chance to hit the enemy hard? He meant to start a fire and burn the granary to the ground! That way, even if their mission failed and they couldn't coordinate from within