Bilala introduced the situation of his tribe to Fan Fan, including the distance between the surrounding Tubo tribes.
If he was alone, he would rather die in battle. He wouldn't take the whole tribe with him.
The people in the tribe could still organize a force of more than three thousand people. They might be able to fight other people, but fighting twelve thousand elites would be exterminated.
If the tribe was wiped out, what would he gain?
If he lost a thousand people in battle, the tribe wouldn't be harmed, and his children would gain the respect of the entire Tubo tribe.
After understanding more or less, Fan Fan went to find Zhang Xiaosong to discuss.
"We can start now. I'll send someone to contact them." Fan Fan told Zhang Xiaosong the useful information and decided to send someone.
"This trip is dangerous." Zhang Xiaosong thought of Fan Fan's idea.
"Three people, count me in." Fan Fan wanted to personally lead two people.
"Take care!" Zhang Xiaosong didn't refuse. Everyone was fighting with their lives on the line.
When he was fighting the Western Regions, he never considered whether he would live to see the sun tomorrow.
Fan Fan randomly found two Winged Knights and said to the others, "You can choose your own people to lead the team. Li Xiang, Zhao Ai, let's go."
The three of them got on their horses and took a telescope. Each of them had a horse.
"A hundred of us will go and bring the horses back. We won't move forward." A team of Winged Knights followed.
"Okay!" Fan Fan agreed. Since that was the case, they could change horses.
Before the sky turned dark, they could see Bilala's camp through the telescope. It was a small dot.
Everyone dismounted and rested while waiting for the sky to turn dark.
When the sun set, Fan Fan and the other two got up. They took off their military coats and took off their bows. Each of them only left a tactical military knife.
"Let's go." Fan Fan shouted softly. The three of them advanced on foot.
They needed to pass by Bilala's camp to avoid the patrols.
There were horses running back and forth on the banks of the Yellow River, staring at the opposite bank.
Under the cover of the night, the three of them bent their backs and ran diagonally. Taking advantage of the fact that the Birala tribesmen did not expect anyone to come from behind, they successfully reached the shore.
There were torches in the campsite of the tribe, and there were people patrolling back and forth on horseback with torches.
As they got closer, the three of them lay down and crawled forward. After crawling for a bit, they stopped and pressed their ears to the ground to listen for any sounds.
Half an hour later, they lay in the grass and watched the patrolling cavalrymen come from afar, then continue forward.
According to Bilala, the interval between each patrol was about a third of an incense stick.
There were also people keeping watch on top of mounds of soil by the Yellow River, both in the open and in the dark.
There was no need to worry about that. Fan Fan would bring his two brothers to a place where there were no mounds. That place was usually not suitable for large groups to cross the river.
It was inconvenient for a large group, but three people didn't matter.
When another group of cavalrymen came and left, the three of them increased their crawling speed and reached the shore in no time.
There were rocks of different sizes on the shore, and it was indeed difficult for a large group to spread out.
They continued to crawl forward on the small stones to avoid being seen if they got up.
Gradually, they came to the riverbank and continued to crawl into the water.
They crawled and swam up. Now that they were on the shore, they felt that the impact of the current wasn't too strong.
After swimming for a bit, they began to swim against the Yellow River.
The waves here weren't big, but the current was fast. The three of them swam diagonally. At first, they were afraid that someone would see them from behind, so they used doggy paddling.
After swimming for a distance, they felt that arrows couldn't hit them, so they changed to freestyle swimming.
After about three quarters of an hour, they were close to the range of arrows on the shore of the Tang dynasty.
The three of them stepped on the water and shouted in unison, "ABCDEFG, ABCDEFG …"
After shouting, they continued to swim forward.
In less than thirty breaths, the other side shouted, "The Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger."
The three of them spat out the water. "The Pagoda suppresses the river demons."
"We're on the same side. Who is it?" The voice was filled with joy.
"Fan Fan!" Fan Fan shouted himself and sped up. It was not comfortable in the water at all.
"It's Old Fan. Quick, light a torch, extend a pole, go into the water, and pass it to them closer." The people on the shore called out.
Torches were lit on the shore. On the other side, Tubo Non-commissioned Officer became nervous.
Fan Fan and the other two swam for a while more before they were pulled into the shallow water by a pole.
"Take your clothes. Take them off quickly." The three of them went ashore. Someone brought them dry clothes and military coats.
It was cold here at night, so they swam over and were soaked.
"Bring the horses over." The Winged Knights on the shore called out.
Everyone got on their horses and rode directly to Guo Zhiyun's camp. It would take them an hour to get there.
It was dark, so they didn't move fast. The Winged Knights who were guarding the camp accompanied him. "Old Fan, how is it?"
"It's started. We just finished off a hunting team of a thousand people from a tribe. The position on the other side just now could be a breakthrough."
"Did we suffer a lot of casualties?"
"No. A thousand people on a single horse."
"That's bad enough."
"How are the preparations here?"
"We left the ship behind to cross the river. If we can break through the position just now, we should use feints to attack the other places."
"Inspector Zhang and I have the same idea."
Everyone chatted as time passed. Fan Fan saw Guo Zhiyun. Fan Fan passed a letter to him. It was sealed in a bamboo tube and was protected by oiled paper.
Guo Zhiyun didn't ask anyone to bring him hot soup. He didn't check the lacquer seal. He took out the letter from the bamboo tube and tore it open.
Fan Fan and the other two weren't in a hurry to wash their clothes. They sat there and drank the soup prepared for the patrolling soldiers.
There was no pressure cooker and the temperature wasn't high. They could drink it by blowing on it.
The few of them gathered together to read Zhang Xiaosong's letter.
"There's a tribe that we can take down. From there, we can send in more troops. We should place the Cuan Tianhou, Mo Blade Soldiers and Winged Knights there."
After everyone finished reading, Guo Zhiyun expressed his opinion. There were still five thousand Winged Knights. Sending the Winged Knights to the easiest place would be of great use.
"No need. The Cuan Tianhou should be used together with the hot air balloons to throw explosives. We can directly attack Zasykuzé's position. If the Mo Blade Soldiers don't attack, they will die. I'll bring people to rush over and harass them."
Qin Li expressed his opinion. If they used the Mo Blade Soldiers, there would definitely be casualties.
If he brought the Winged Knights out, they could use guerrilla warfare to annihilate the enemy.
The main direction of attack would be targeted at Zasykuzé. They would use the advantage of firearms to force Zasykuzé to be unable to effectively dispatch troops.
"I agree that Qin Li should bring the Winged Knights over. We have nearly seventeen thousand cavalry there. I'll go back too."
Fan Fan suddenly interjected. With seventeen thousand elite cavalry, they could directly attack Tubo's current troops. They didn't need anyone else, but the prerequisite was that they had to pay a certain price.
"Okay. Tomorrow night, after Zhang Xiaosong finishes off Bilala's tribe, we'll launch a strong attack. We'll attack two points and continue to defend the other positions."
Zhang Zhongliang chose to support Qin Li's idea. At the same time, he wasn't prepared to completely cross the river.
Both sides' defensive lines were long. It would be difficult for his own people to mobilize, and Tubo would also find it difficult.
Then they might as well attack two points. After rushing over, they would use division tactics on the other side of the river and gradually swallow up the Tubo tribes at the defensive points.
"We have to open up a gap and give the other Tubo tribes a chance to escape. We'll reduce our losses. This year, we'll occupy the Yellow River basin and use cement to build the castle."
Wang Junkui didn't want too many of his people to die. If there was a way to win, he would use a gentler method.
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