Longyou Year 48, April 17
On the rooftop of the main building at Hanqiong Station, Xia Hong, who had been sitting cross-legged for most of the day, looked up at the gradually darkening sky, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"The spies sent by Hou Tong will return at night. Even under the best circumstances, if Wushuang, Yang Lu, and Beehive send reinforcements, the soonest they can arrive would be late at night or possibly even early morning, meaning there would be no battle tonight."
Although Xia Hong understood why Hou Tong sent scouts from the Earth-digging Realm, he couldn't help but disapprove internally.
There aren't many at the Cold Resistance Level, with perhaps fewer than twenty in Zhaoyang. Splitting them further means even fewer for Hou Tong's side. With the Long Mountain army watching fiercely nearby, deploying those at the Cold Resistance Level as scouts indeed required some boldness.
