"Almost there, sir," the communications soldier replied.

"That's good. Focus on defense. As soon as they charge and get into range, shoot them down!" Dylan said in a deep voice.

Before he could finish speaking, the officer suddenly said with a look of shame, "Sir... thankfully you..."

Dylan waved his hand, interrupting, "Alright, don't think so much. Just do what you need to do now. No matter what methods the Yan people use, whether it's feints, deceptions, or diversionary attacks, we don't need to care about anything. Just hold our ground!"

"Yes, sir!"

It was just past four in the morning.

"Sir, the Yan people have stopped their attack again," the communications soldier who rushed back said urgently.

Dylan rubbed his forehead, looking slightly tired, and said, "Okay, I understand. Don't let your guard down. Replenish supplies where needed, replace wounded soldiers where necessary, and remain on high alert."

"Yes, sir!" The communications soldier hurriedly left.

"Sir, the Yan people only attacked for less than forty minutes this time, and made no progress on the flanks. Now they have stopped attacking. What are they trying to do?" an officer asked with a frown.

In this brief engagement, the Yan Kingdom's attacks on both flanks were more bark than bite, mostly consisting of firing cannons without organizing a strong advance as before. This behavior kept the soldiers defending the front line on edge, never daring to relax their guard for a moment.

"The logistics team delivered shells to the front lines, so they started attacking again. However, the attack was so short-lived that it wasn't entirely a problem of insufficient shells. It could also be a probe to see which side of our defenses were weaker, in preparation for a subsequent strong offensive. However, this kind of attack was probably also intended to lull us into a false sense of security and lower our guard."

“I’ve seen this kind of tactic far too many times,” Dylan said.

"So...you mean they're very likely to continue launching these intermittent attacks?"

"Very likely," Dylan said expressionlessly.

4:35 a.m.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of artillery fire rang out again, this time with even greater force.

The communications soldier, who had come to deliver the message again, said anxiously, "Sir, the Yan people's attack this time is even more ferocious than the last one!"

Dylan rubbed his temples, his eyes already bloodshot: "Understood. Defend with all your might, and never retreat!"

"Yes, sir." The communications soldier hurriedly left.

"Sir, you were absolutely right!" the officer beside him said immediately.

"Let's see how long their attack lasts. I think... I'm almost getting a feel for their attack style..." Dylan straightened up, his face serious.