Ju Zi Sets a Trap on the Supply Line; Wutong Faces Her from Afar

On the second day after the Dou Ling defensive line held, three red alerts lit up along Shrek's old supply route.

This route was inconspicuous on the battle map. It did not transport armies or main food supplies, only relayed soul tool components, healing potions, Tang Sect hidden weapons, and Shrek's temporary orders between the Star Luo Empire, Heaven Soul, and Dou Ling fronts. Usually, it was like a fine thread hidden up a sleeve. But if it were truly cut, the Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms would immediately slow by half a beat.

When Huo Yuhao received the first urgent report, Tang Wutong was already standing before the battle map.

She did not hurriedly ask whether it was Ju Zi, nor did she first study Huo Yuhao's expression. She reached out and took the three red markers. One landed on the refugee convoy, one on the soul tool component warehouse, while the last stopped over the gray mountain hollow between the two routes.

No one spoke inside the tent.

Xu Sanshi was still wounded. Leaning against the back of his chair, he frowned. "There's no warehouse there, no village either. Why attack it?"

Jiang Nannan stood beside him and pressed down the bandage on his shoulder again. After the two had talked things out the previous night, the atmosphere between them had clearly changed, yet no one made a joke of it. War had forced everyone to grow up. Even jokes had to wait for the right time.

Tang Wutong looked at the gray mountain hollow and said softly, "They attacked it to make us think it has no value."

An icy-blue light flickered in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

"A communications relay point," he said.

Tang Wutong nodded. "Ju Zi gave us two choices that everyone can see. The