Yan's border army had long since laid countless secret tunnels throughout the outer city. These tunnels crisscrossed one another, covering many areas of the outer city.
As a result, different batches of scouts witnessed entirely different scenes on the battlefield.
Some scouts saw the ghastly devastation left behind by the artillery barrage. Some witnessed the Blood-Clad Army clashing with the Donghu forces. Others saw the Donghu troops in the rear, who had yet to learn of the situation at the front.
The 150,000-strong Donghu army stretched for miles, a massive formation.
Although the Blood-Clad Army's charge had been extraordinarily fierce, and the fighting zone had already become a one-sided slaughter, the Donghu soldiers in the rear had no generals coordinating and commanding them. Unable to receive timely news from the front, they had no idea that their comrades ahead had already suffered a crushing defeat, much less that their enemy's combat strength was so terrifying.
As the saying went, the ignorant knew no fear. The Donghu soldiers in the rear were still eagerly waiting for their turn to charge into battle, hoping to seize gold, silver, and spoils of war. They had no idea that the shadow of death had already silently descended over them.
After roughly ascertaining the situation, Yan's scouts did not dare linger for even a moment. They immediately slipped soundlessly back into the tunnels, returned to the inner city along the original route, and rushed to report the battlefield intelligence they had gathered to Qin Yue.
One scout, pale-faced and utterly at a loss, knelt before Qin Yue and reported in a trembling voice, "R-report, General!
"This subordinate investigated the combat zone in the outer city and saw blackened craters everywhere. The battlefield looked as though it had been crushed by some terrifying mechanism. Severed limbs