Clearly having the capability but not using it, ignoring the possibility that the enemy commander is an incompetent and foolish person, leaves only one reasonable answer—the enemy commander has deliberately ceased harassing us to tire us out.
"The enemy doesn't want to slow down my marching speed," Felter thought, "Moreover, he's eagerly awaiting my arrival."
At this point, when Felter looked again at Green Valley Town, surrounded by farms and orchards, he felt that the seemingly calm town was actually filled with hidden dangers. Even a flock of birds frightened up from the distant fields seemed like a sign of the enemy's presence.
Felter looked at his own troops: nearby, soldiers with weapons on their shoulders were striding forward, silently following the ones ahead; in the distance, the spearheads were floating above the wheat stalks.
In fact, Felter didn't even need to look; the entire marching column was already mapped out in his mind:
