"Hey, Division Commander, we've been holed up here for a whole day and night. Why aren't we joining the main force?"
In a dense forest, after the Garrison Army from River Hill took over his troops' responsibility for defending the pass, Lin Dayong had led his division toward Danya at a relentless pace.
In less than a day, they had reached a position fifteen kilometers west of Danya City.
Since the Army Commander had only ordered him to prepare an ambush on the outskirts and catch any fish that slipped through the net, Lin Dayong was in no hurry to approach Danya City and join the main force.
He had designated a rendezvous point west of Danya City because he knew that if the city fell, the enemy's only escape route would be westward, to join their forces on the Northwest front.
Of course, he had not neglected the north either, sending a reinforced regiment there, but his focus remained on the area west of Danya City.
After reaching the designated location, he had spread his troops out and sent numerous reconnaissance squads farther afield, paying particular attention to roads, military routes, and other places where the enemy was likely to appear.
He had the entire area within a ten-kilometer radius under his control. The moment the enemy appeared, he would know.
By now, he had been holed up in this area for a whole day and night.
Yet he had not seen so much as a hair of the enemy.
He could not help wondering whether the Army Commander was playing him for a fool.
Had the Army Commander and the others already dealt with Zichuan Canxing?
Lin Dayong asked the staff officer beside him, "Hey, how many rations do we have left? How many more days can we