Xia Tingfeng acted according to the received information.
He deployed a full twenty thousand infantrymen near the canal located twenty li north of Yinshan City.
Yang Chenyi also took his small elite force and ambushed there, waiting to strike.
The canal was neither too wide nor too narrow, with high mountains and low waters in the distance and scattered rocks and weeds up close.
The air was not hot.
But the sun scorched the earth, and the intense light made people feel dizzy and sleepy.
Noon was gradually approaching.
Apart from the sound of running water, the rustling of wind through weeds, and the chirping of birds and insects, there was nothing else in the air.
The soldiers lay prone, not daring to move.
To avoid falling asleep, everyone wished they could prop their eyelids open with a stalk of grass.
Time passed slowly.
As noon approached without any sign of action.
Slowly, some people started to murmur.
'Is this information really reliable?'
