Song Zihuai smiled bitterly. He did not answer Chu Yunsheng directly, but said a topic that seemed to be irrelevant: "Do you know why Fang Yuehou waited until the last minute to send out his troops?"
"He naturally has his consideration." Chu Yunsheng said with a calm expression.
Song Zihuai flicked the cigarette butt and said in a deep voice: "People outside think he is waiting for your victory. In fact, he is waiting for a piece of top-secret information about the citation in the north."
Chu Yunsheng didn't know the situation, but after thinking about it, he understood what he was talking about, "I think something happened to the north. The order was fabricated, and he finally got conclusive intelligence evidence."
Song Zihuai glanced at him, admiringly said: "You seem to know everything."