The stockpile of firearms on the border of Youzhou has never been abundant, and a large number of firearms were sent to the Xiongnu border first.
Therefore, it would be extremely difficult to adopt a tactic of overwhelming firepower.
She knew very well that although she had hidden powerful weapons such as grenades and landmines in her space, she could not take them out easily.
Once exposed, many secrets will surface, leading to unpredictable consequences.
Moreover, we have not yet reached a critical moment where we have no other choice but to use these cards. We must hold onto these cards firmly and wait for the most crucial opportunity.
She returned to her tent, sat down at her desk, spread out a map, and lightly touched the brush in her hand, slowly sketching the marching route on the map while listening to General Liu's words.
Inside the tent, the candlelight flickered, casting long and short, clear and blurry shadows on the rough tent walls.
Qin Qianluo and Lin Fu sat on one side of the long table, the candlelight flickering on their faces, reflecting a mixture of weariness and focus.
Liu Pingshuo and his deputies and advisors sat around the table, their eyes fixed intently on the map spread out on the table.
Liu Pingshuo dipped his brush in ink and moved it slowly across the map, each stroke seemingly carrying immense force as he marked the marching route and strategic points.
His brows furrowed, his expression grave, and he said in a deep voice, "Youzhou has a complex terrain, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack. This pass is a key point of the enemy's defense, and we must come up with a countermeasure."
A lieutenant immediately chimed in: "I believe we can divide our forces into two groups. One group can launch a feigned attack from the front to draw the enemy's main force away, while the other group can bypass them from the rear and cut off their supply lines."
Everyone nodded in agreement, and each offered their own insights, engaging in a lively discussion.
Qin Qianlu listened quietly, her eyes constantly scanning the map, her mind racing with various possible solutions.
She would nod slightly at times, and then raise her own questions: "It would be good to go around to the rear, but if the enemy has laid an ambush in advance, we might be in trouble along the way."
These words caused a brief silence in the tent as everyone began to reconsider.
After an unknown amount of time, and after several hours of intense discussion and deliberation, the specific plan for the expedition was finally finalized.
Qin Qianluo stood up, let out a long sigh, and a determined look flashed in her eyes: "Proceed according to this plan, and make sure that nothing goes wrong."
The army quickly assembled, and a tense atmosphere filled the training ground. The sounds of clashing weapons and neighing horses mingled together, forming a battle song for the expedition.
With military flags fluttering in the wind, soldiers clad in heavy armor, wielding sharp blades, marched in orderly and powerful steps toward Youzhou.
Qin Qianluo stood on the high platform, watching the army depart. Although she felt a little worried, she was more hopeful for victory.
The generals on the border have been stationed here for a long time and know the terrain and enemy deployment of Youzhou like the back of their hand. If they were to intervene rashly, it might be counterproductive.
As the army's figures gradually disappeared into the distance, Qin Qianluo returned to her tent, gently spread out a sheet of paper, picked up a brush, and carefully marked the place where the county magistrate had died.
She frowned slightly, biting her lower lip, her mind racing.
Based on the current battle situation and the marching speed and combat strength of the Tianxuan army, he roughly estimated in his mind the time required for the army to conquer the place.
She would sometimes jot down key data on paper, and at other times fall into deep thought, her fingers unconsciously tapping the table.
The wind howled past the window, seemingly tense with anticipation of the impending battle.
After she had made all the plans, she tidied up the paper and pen, got up and left the tent.
The sunlight shone on her, bringing a touch of warmth. She stretched and decided to take a stroll through the market to relax her tense nerves.
They also wanted to glean some potentially useful information from the everyday lives of ordinary people.
The biting winter wind howled past, like a ferocious beast rampaging across the land, its chill penetrating everywhere.
Qin Qianluo and Yao Guang quickly packed their belongings and carefully put away their personal items.
Then he tightened the thick, exquisitely embroidered cloak around his body. The cloak's soft, dense fur could ward off a lot of the cold.
They turned and boarded the slightly old but charmingly rustic carriage, its wooden body exuding a faint woody fragrance.
The wheels rolled, making a dull, rhythmic sound, slowly making their way toward the nearest market.
Along the way, Qin Qianluo gently lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, her gaze constantly shifting outside the window like a nimble bird.
Her eyes reflected the border camp, a place shrouded in a cold and hard atmosphere, where soldiers had serious faces and eyes that showed determination and vigilance.
The cold weapons gleamed in the sunlight, and the chilling atmosphere seemed capable of freezing all warmth.
In stark contrast, the road leading to the market, despite the still biting wind, was brimming with vibrant life.
Smoke rose from the chimneys of several houses along the roadside, drifting leisurely into the air and adding a touch of warmth and life to the chilly winter day.
Unable to contain her anticipation, Qin Qianlu leaned out of the carriage and took a deep breath of the fresh, everyday air.
The air was filled with the sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes and the rich flavor of roasted chestnuts, prompting a contented sigh.
Once the carriage reached a less crowded street, she eagerly pulled Yao Guang off the carriage, and the two strolled leisurely through the market.
The streets were bustling with activity, as if a grand carnival was taking place.
The sounds of vendors hawking their wares and the hustle and bustle of conversation blended together, creating a vibrant symphony of life.
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