The three local bigshots spotted the positions of the two flags of the Demon Cult at a glance.
"The marked location should be at the foot of the mountain," Zhao Rong pointed at the map, "let's launch a night attack and with your forces, we'll surround these two places completely, not giving them a chance to climb the mountain."
Zhao Rong's idea was sound, but the three proprietors simply shook their heads.
Shu Guangzhi said, "The eldest senior brother is unaware, there is a decrepit stronghold here that leaks both wind and rain, left behind by a gang of bandits in the past."
"The stronghold is positioned atop a valley to serve as lookout."
"As long as there are Demon Cult thieves standing above, the moment our men approach from afar, they will be spotted instantly. If he shouts down, the Demon Cult members will run toward Manyang Mountain, and through the dense forest all the way to Yanling; we would find it difficult to pursue them."