Xiang Yu lay on the bed and fell asleep directly. By the time he woke up, it was already the next morning.
The night was very peaceful. The enemy did not launch any attack, not even a small skirmish, which suddenly gave Xiang Yu a bad feeling.
He took out his phone and called Tie Zhuzi directly.
"What's the situation on the front line?" Xiang Yu asked.
"Brother Yu, rest assured, we haven't seen a trace of them yet. I guess they have retreated," Tie Zhuzi said confidently.
"Impossible, I have a bad feeling. Notify everyone; they must stay vigilant and maintain communication at all times," Xiang Yu said.
"Understood," Tie Zhuzi replied promptly.
During wartime, Tie Zhuzi was very serious about this matter, leaving no room for carelessness.
Because of the war in the past few days, the western battlefield was the most intense, so Tie Zhuzi stayed here.
"Sir, what's that?"
Just at this moment, someone standing beside Tie Zhuzi shouted out.
