"At the same time, Chen Qian's Ye Bushou and Old Tang's scout battalion must do their best to cover the battlefield and kill the scouts sent by Wumu Chi. However, they must deliberately let a few of them go back and let them bring back the news we want them to know!"
"And behind the dense forests and hills on both sides of Luoyan Slope, we've ambushed our true killer weapon—all our elite cavalry! We just need to wait for Wumuchi's main force to leave the fortified camp and enter the designated battlefield at Luoyan Slope..."
The generals were overwhelmed with emotion when they heard this, as if they had already seen the scene of Wumuchi's army falling into a trap.
"This plan is brilliant!" Pei Lun clapped his hands in praise. "It's a combination of strength and illusion, luring the snake out of its hole! Wumu Chi is so eager to win again, he'll definitely fall for this trick!"
The plan was set, and the generals immediately took action separately.
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A few days later, in the Valley of Broken Souls, the Beidi camp.
The atmosphere is still depressing.
The shame of the burning of the Golden Horde, the anger of Zhelu being annihilated, and the frustration of being torn apart like a pack of wolves by Pei Lun and Tang Yanhai in recent days cast a shadow over the hearts of every Tartar.
Wumuchi stood on a high place in the camp, looking towards the direction of the Yin army in the south with a gloomy expression.
The scars on his body hurt slightly, they were the marks of failure.
"General, the scouts are reporting back!"
A personal guard came running over with a strange expression on his face. "The Southern Barbarians' movements are somewhat strange. Most of the Ganzhou army has broken camp and retreated towards Ganzhou City."
"Although Pei Lun's troops are still on the opposite side, their offensive momentum has clearly weakened, and the soldiers appear to be fatigued."
"And... and the main force of Zhao Muyun's Liangzhou army retreated to Luoyanpo, fifty miles away. Their camps were scattered and they sent a large number of men to collect food and fodder from the surrounding villages. This seems to be causing problems."
"Oh?" A gleam of light flashed in Wumuchi's eyes. "Is the information reliable?"
"We lost seven groups of scouts, and only the last two risked their lives to bring back this information. It should be... reliable."
Wumuchi paced forward, thinking rapidly in his mind.
Zhao Muyun’s logistics are not good enough?
It's not impossible.
He marched thousands of miles across the grasslands. Although he captured a lot of spoils, the army consumed even more, especially food and fodder.
Now that we are back in Longyou, the supply lines have been lengthened, so it is understandable that problems have arisen.
The Ganzhou army's return to defend may be due to internal instability in Ganzhou, or simply a rotation and rest.
It was reasonable that Pei Lun's troops were exhausted after a long battle and their offensive weakened.
Is this an opportunity?
Wumuchi's heart was moved.
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