In the Wuliang army's camp.
Wutuo paced back and forth inside the tent with his hands clasped behind his back.
For some reason, he felt a powerful sense of unease in his heart!
As time passed, that unease grew stronger and stronger, leaving him unable to sleep.
"Where exactly has something gone wrong?"
"Could Yang Zhengshan launch a night raid?"
"But I've already made preparations. If he comes to raid us at night, he'll fall right into the trap I deployed!"
Wutuo had already made complete preparations. In fact, to guard against Yang Zhengshan's night raid, he had deliberately arranged for over ten thousand soldiers to set up numerous traps at the camp's northern gate.
If Yang Zhengshan dared to launch a night raid, he would only be helping him achieve success.
By all rights, he should have had nothing to worry about at this moment, but the unease in his heart kept making him feel that something was wrong somewhere.
Just then, a sudden burst of chaotic noise sounded outside the tent.
Like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, Wutuo asked urgently, "What's wrong?"
"Reporting to Your Highness, it's only the wind picking up!" the guard outside the tent replied.
"Oh!" Wutuo answered, but at that very moment, his unease reached its peak.
The wind had picked up!
Wutuo jolted violently and strode out of the tent, his expression anxious.
"What wind?"
"A northwesterly wind!"
Wutuo looked at the burning brazier in front of the tent, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
"A northwesterly wind!"
The whooshing of the wind sounded beside his ears. He seemed to have grasped something, yet he could not figure out what it was.
The wind grew stronger and stronger, whipping the banners until they snapped and rustled, making the grass