Ibro looked suddenly to his back. There was the only place where danger could come from. The area at his back was his territory, but behind it laid other enemy areas.
His enemies could move their armies from behind his army crossing his undefended territory to cause a surprise strike to his. If he allowed them to succeed then this would deal a massive blow to his army.
He would lose his slight advantage that he paid a lot of his gold coins to get. He clenched his fists as his enemies' whole plot was revealed in front of him.
The only problem was how these enemies anticipated his direction? He chose that direction sporadically. There was no way for them to know this direction beforehand.
He also changed the direction more than once. They couldn't know his army trajectory at all. He thought deeply while looking at those closely approaching enemies and suddenly he laughed.
