As General Qin Mo's decoy operation unfolds with meticulous precision, confusion and frustration grip the demon troops who have fallen out of rhythm with their intended target. In the depths of the forest, the demons gather, their faces etched with bewilderment and a growing sense of unease. The sun, at its peak, casts an ominous glow upon their troubled expressions.
Amidst the dense foliage, the demon troops huddle together, their whispers barely audible over the rustling leaves. Their eyes dart nervously from one to another, seeking answers that seem to elude them.
"What's happening?" one demon asks, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. "Are we being outsmarted by these humans?"
Another demon scratches his head, his furrowed brows betraying his inner turmoil. "It seems that way," he replies, his voice tinged with resignation. "General Qin Mo has devised a plan that has thrown us off balance. We've fallen right into his trap."
