In the Wuliang army camp.
Wu Tuo paced back and forth with his hands behind his back in the camp.
For some reason, he felt a strong sense of unease!
This feeling of uneasiness intensified over time, preventing him from falling asleep.
"What exactly is going wrong?"
"Could Yang Zhenshan be planning a night attack?"
"But I'm already prepared, if he launches a night attack he would fall into the traps I've set!"
Wu Tuo had made complete preparations, even setting up numerous traps at the north gate of the camp with tens of thousands of soldiers to guard against a night attack from Yang Zhenshan.
If Yang Zhenshan dared to attack at night, it could actually benefit him.
Logically, he should be worry-free at this moment, but the unease made him constantly feel that something was wrong.
Just then, a burst of noise suddenly came from outside the camp.
Wu Tuo, like a startled bird, urgently asked, "What happened?"
