Zhao Muyun nodded. "That's right. That's what I'm worried about, and that's why I urgently summoned you two. We must not only prevent Timur from getting close to Yixiantian, but also kill him on the Xichuan grassland."
When Wu Shangzhi heard that there was a war to be fought and that it was about killing the Tartars, he immediately became excited.
The well-equipped cavalry battalion, each with two horses, rushed 400 miles to attack Luzi Pass, but ended up with a surprise attack in vain.
There were a thousand men in the cavalry battalion, all holding their breath, looking for a place to release it!
"Boss Zhao, don't worry. This task will be handed over to our cavalry battalion. I promise that Timur will never come back." Wu Shangzhi expressed his opinion hurriedly.
Han Zhong said calmly, "Xiao Wu, don't worry! Brother Tang, how many cavalrymen does Timur have?"
"Probably more than a thousand riders!" Tang Yanhai replied.
"One thousand against one thousand, I am confident that I can beat him!" Wu Shangzhi said repeatedly.
"Boss Zhao wants us to keep Timur in the Gobi Desert forever, and not let him ride back!"
Han Zhong shook his head. "The cavalry battalion's combat effectiveness is certainly stronger than the Tartar cavalry, but for every one thousand enemies they kill, they lose eight hundred of their own."
"This is not the fighting style of our Pinglu Xiaoweifu army."
Wu Shangzhi was puzzled: "Charge bravely, kill the enemy and win the victory, advance forward without retreating, isn't this our fighting style?"
"No!"
Han Zhong smiled slightly. "Xiao Wu, look at the battles at Feihu Ridge and Weizhou, which our leader Zhao commanded, as well as the battle of Xiazhou that just ended. They all killed as many enemies as possible with the least sacrifice and cost!"
"Therefore, your strategy of engaging Timur head-on is fine, but it's not advisable."
"You don't want the cavalry battalion we worked so hard to build to suffer heavy losses, do you?"
Wu Shangzhi calmed down immediately after hearing the voice: "Boss Zhao, how should we fight then?"
"Haha, I already have a plan! Old Tang, Old Han, Xiao Wu, look here... I have a plan..."
Zhao Muyun was confident and spoke slowly, pointing to the map north of Yinzhou.
"Now, Timur can't escape!" the three said in unison.
"Then, let's go now!"
"Yes, sir!"
......
at the same time.
Far away on a small road from Jinyang to Xinzhou, two thin figures in coarse clothes were galloping on horseback.
Under the moonlight, a beautiful face was filled with determination. She was none other than Yin Yao, the Princess of Qinghe who had run away from home.
Following her was the maid Qingluan who had run away with her.
"Zhao Muyun..."
Yin Yao whispered the name, a determined light flashing in her eyes, "I must find you..."
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