"In that case, how many people does Bo Gui plan to send?"

Seeing that Huang Zhong also agreed to Gongsun Zan's proposal, Ma Teng said no more and instead inquired about the next battle plan.

"This operation should not involve too many people. I will only take my old brothers with me!"

Gongsun Zan said with a smile that the "old brothers" he was referring to were the White Horse Cavalry who had come with him back then.

These soldiers of the White Horse Cavalry have followed Gongsun Zan in battle for more than a decade. Although they have all married and had children, they have not forgotten their original aspirations.

Now that they can finally fight for the Han Dynasty again, Gongsun Zan naturally wants to bring them along.

"Very well, these old brothers are all elites, we can rely on them!"

Ma Teng nodded and agreed to Gongsun Zan's suggestion. When these White Horse Cavalry followed Gongsun Zan here, the oldest of them were only in their early twenties, and they were now at their peak.

Having Gongsun Zan lead them to carry out this plan is far more reliable than having ordinary troops.

After some discussion, it was decided that Ma Teng and Huang Zhong would lead the army to keep a close watch on the Parthian garrison in Anlia City, while Gongsun Zan would lead the White Horse Cavalry to bypass the city and launch a surprise attack on the heart of Parthia.

Soon, the two men's orders were relayed to the entire army, and the original White Horse Cavalry soldiers excitedly began their preparations.

Inside a tent, a man in his thirties carefully took out a package.

The package was opened, revealing a set of pure white fish-scale armor, which gleamed in the candlelight.

"Old buddy, it's been fifteen years. I can finally wear you again and fight for the Han Dynasty!"

The man gently stroked the fish-scale armor, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

Since its inception, the White Horse Cavalry has gone through battles such as quelling internal rebellions, conquering the Wuhuan, and driving out the Xianbei, making it famous throughout the world and becoming one of the most elite cavalry units besides the Imperial Guards.

In addition, the dashing white horse and white robe made every young man proud to join the White Horse Cavalry.

When they first arrived here, Gongsun Zan, in order to avoid attracting attention, made them remove this armor that symbolized honor, and they have been without it for fifteen years.

Now that he can finally wear this armor to fight again, one can only imagine the excitement he feels.

After expressing his feelings, the man took out a piece of white silk and began to carefully wipe each plate of the armor.

Like this man, the other White Horse Cavalry soldiers in the camp also took out their long-forgotten equipment, either reminiscing and feeling sentimental, or excited and thrilled.

The next morning, Gongsun Zan had just dressed when he received a report from his subordinates that the three thousand White Horse Cavalry had been assembled.

Stepping out of the tent and seeing his old comrades lined up in neat rows, Gongsun Zan didn't waste any words and immediately jumped onto his horse.

"Set off!!"

After shouting, Gongsun Zan spurred his horse and galloped westward, followed closely by his three thousand White Horse Cavalry.

Facing the west wind, three thousand white-horse cavalry galloped across the boundless wilderness, like a white whirlwind, trampling everything in their path.

After Gongsun Zan led his troops away, Ma Teng also led his troops toward the city of Anlia, which was garrisoned by the Parthian army.

During the march, Ma Teng also ordered his soldiers to display more banners and set up more empty tents when setting up camp, making it appear as if he had 100,000 troops.

Ma Teng's ostentatious actions were quickly discovered by the Parthian scouts.

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"What? You mean the Bedouin army has 100,000 men?"

In the Parthian army camp in Anria, Andrzej, who was in charge of leading the army, was also taken aback after receiving the report from his scouts.

"Yes, General, I led my brothers to carefully count their banners and tents, and their scale is indeed 100,000 men!" the scout replied with certainty.

"Hmph, that's utter nonsense. All the Bedouins combined only number a little over 200,000, with no more than 50,000 able-bodied men. Where did they get 100,000 troops? Did they bring all the women and children with them?"

Seeing the scout's confident expression, Andreev looked completely unconvinced.

Although the Beindu have plundered a lot of resources from Parthia over the years and increased the number of newborns, those children still need to grow up before they can fight.

"Hmph~, this must be a bluff by the Bedouins!"

Anderjee snorted. In his opinion, there were only about 50,000 young and middle-aged Bedouins in total. Not even 100,000, let alone 50,000.

Unless the Bedouins have gone mad, they would mobilize all the able-bodied men of their tribe to attack them.

Thinking of this, Anderjee immediately instructed his deputy, "Pass down the order to all soldiers to begin moving logs and rolling stones."

He also sent messengers to tell the people in the city that the Bedouins numbered at most 20,000 and could not possibly breach their city, so they should not be afraid!

"yes!"

The lieutenant agreed and then quickly turned and left.

Although they suspected the Bedouin might be bluffing, the Parthian garrison inside the city did not dare to let their guard down.

Since the Bedouin were divided into two major groups, East and West, more than a decade ago, they have been constantly harassing Parthia.

The Bedouin people, who were already fierce and warlike, became even more powerful and terrifying after being trained by Ma Teng and Gongsun Zan.

In the past, it often took the lives of five or six Parthian soldiers to take down a single Bedouin warrior.

Such a high casualty ratio forced the Parthians to abandon large swathes of territory in the northwest, concentrate their forces, and rely on cities to defend against Bedouin invasions.

Therefore, upon learning that the Bedouins had launched another attack, the city's garrison was on high alert and did everything in its power to move anything that could be used to defend the city to the city walls.

Several days passed, and just as the Parthian garrison was exhausted and out of breath, Ma Teng's army arrived outside the city of Andria.

Looking at the mountains of supplies piled up on the city walls and the soldiers standing ready for battle, Ma Teng smiled contemptuously and immediately ordered the army to retreat ten miles to set up camp.

"That's strange, why did the Bedouins retreat?"

On the city wall, watching the Bedouin army come and then retreat, Andreev was completely bewildered.

"We've been working ourselves to the bone for days, preparing for your arrival, and what do you do? You come, take a look, and then turn back. Is there any reason to do this?"

Despite his complaints, Anderjee did not take it lightly.

While ordering his men to maintain a tight defense, Andrzej also moved his command post to the city wall to guard against a sudden Bedouin attack.

Immediately, all the garrison troops in the city also tensed up, on guard against a possible attack by the Bedouin at any moment.