"Guys just go back first, we have a tough battle tomorrow waiting for us." Di Chen said.
The atmosphere in the camp was weird, and upon hearing Di Chen say that, they were all glad and left, returning to their own camps.
The next morning, the Zhao army that was boxed in suddenly started to act, making Ouyang Shuo uneasy.
It was the middle of the 8th month, and the sky around Shangdou Mountain was clear for miles.
At 8 AM, horns sounded out in Changping Valley; the large number of red flags moved toward the north and south, the galloping of horses resounded like endless thunder. The Zhao forces had started moving.
The 150 thousand troops in the north were led personally by Zhao Kuo and headed straight for Wang Ling's camp. The 250 thousand on the south were led by Zhao Zhuang, and were in charge of intercepting Wang He and as well as Meng Ao to prevent them from aiding Wang Ling.
The movement of the Zhao Army naturally couldn't hide from Baiqi.
