Everyone dispersed to carry out their respective tasks.
Shi Xiaole and the others were assigned to defend the highest point of a hill on the northwest side of Chongyang Mountain. From here, they could easily observe the surrounding area and ensure no escaping soldiers could avoid their sight.
"We'll each command fifty men, spread out a hundred meters apart, and set up an extended ambush. You go to the left."
Fu Ying crossed his arms and ordered Qian Wei.
"Alright."
Qian Wei nodded, followed by fifty members of the Left Sect. They proceeded to the left.
"You go to the right."
Fu Ying's gaze was forward, commanding in tone. His words were cryptic, but everyone knew who he was addressing.
"Why don't you go there?"
Shi Xiaole asked.
"This is a critical moment, Zong Yue. If your delay causes even the slightest mishap in the mission, believe me, you will regret it!"
Fu Ying turned around, his eyes icy.
