This camel seemed to be mixed with some other blood, growing extremely tall.
When it sprints, it carries such force that it could kill a wolf from the Western Regions with a single kick. Extremely fierce, Mr. Lei was delighted to see it and spent some time taming this camel. At this moment, he dismounted and said: "Lord, there’s an enemy situation!"
"Fifty miles away from our camp, we discovered scouts from the Huyan family."
Mr. Lei looked ashamed: "I am really not good at this. If it were Nangong, he might have discovered them earlier. In our engagement with them, two scouts noticed something was wrong early and ran off; we didn’t catch up to them."
After all, Mr. Lei was just an outer disciple from the Divine Beast Manor in the Martial World.
His inner strength barely reached the Entering Realm back then, and even after two years, he has only just touched the edge of the Second Layer Heaven, barely breaking through. There’s no way he can go into battle and fight; any combat soldier from the frontline troops is stronger than him.
Li Guanyi said: "Scouts... organized scouts. It is probably related to Huyan Ying’s matters; we killed Huyan Ying, and naturally, his father wants revenge."
Mr. Lei rarely spoke in the way of the Martial World: "When will this cycle of revenge end?"
"Why come one by one?"
Fan Qing calmly said: "This is not just revenge, but an irreconcilable class conflict, different from the Martial World. Lord, there is a scout army of five people, probably followed by a ten-thousand-man army. The Western Regions are different from the Central Plains, with many horses, possibly eight thousand of them are warriors, each with two spare warhorses, meaning nearly thirty thousand horses."
"Although most are just mediocre horses, the main battle horses, though probably not comparable to the exotic horses of the Qilin Army’s elite, are still of high quality. Plus, with the supplies, gold, iron, and arrows, Lord, we must consume them."
Batur’s eyes twitched madly.
He looked at the usually calm, gentle, powerful, and solemn Dawang Fan Qing, akin to the Ming King under the gods, and felt that this guy was simply mad. Although they also had ten thousand people here.
However, about eight thousand of them had little combat capability.
Only a little over two thousand of them were fit for fighting.
Two thousand against the ten-thousand elite brought out by Huyan Ying’s father in fury? ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
How could this be possible?
He looked at [Golden Pearl Tian Ge’er], wanting to persuade him.
Yet, he saw Tian Ge’er nodding as well, saying: "It’s not impossible."
"Just right, we’re out of money, it’s perfect timing."
Mr. Lei and Pan Wanxiu also agreed.
Batur felt his mind twitch again, a warrior who had spent his whole life in the desert unable to keep up with these Central Plains itinerant merchants; two thousand against ten thousand?
Li Guanyi looked towards the small town and said calmly:
"Encircle them with ten times the force. As long as we can enter that city, set up barricades at the main gate, battle formations, and turning crossbow machines on three platforms to cover the enemy fully when their cavalry slows."
Li Guanyi used a golden scimitar to draw a simple terrain map.
Fan Qing, Mr. Lei, Shi Dalin, Gongsun Huaizhi, and Pan Wanxiu revised it.
In the end, it perfectly aligned with the Qilin Army’s tactical style.
The composite combat strategy involving Mo Family Mechanism, Gongshu Crossbow, and Hou Zhongyu’s powder.
Old Shitou immediately began mixing the powder:
"This is the [Ten Fragrance Soft Bone Powder] left by Master Hou Zhongyu, which can make muscles and bones fatigued, even effective on divine beasts like the Qilin, add it, add it!"
"This is the [Powder for Anesthesia] provided by Mr. Wen He, surpassing the complex combinations of all of us with just a single scholar, a true genius, add it, add it!"
"This is the [aphrodisiac] Mr. Lei used for breeding pigs."
Mr. Lei was stunned, blushing, and yelled: "When did you take it!!!"
Shi Dalin said: "You just weren’t paying attention, never mind."
"This is the potent medicine that once pushed our piglet birth rate to ninety-eight percent."
In Batur’s eyes, the face of Shi Dalin, who was usually kindly, aspirational, and like the savior heavenly king pharmacist Bodhisattva, showed a devilish smile. That kindly smile made Batur feel a bit stiff.
Shi Dalin proudly said: "Mix these things and sprinkle them downwind, they are guaranteed to exert less than eighty percent of their strength."
"With anxiety burning and muscles going limp."
"The Central Plains Iron Army generally has corresponding methods, but they do not."
"Ah, I really want to try and see the situation when the enemy is hit by all these medicines at once; it’s just too wonderful..."
Batur’s Taoist Heart trembled violently: "You, you are..."
The Qilin Army members paused.
Then turned in unison, looking back at Batur against the light.
Just at this moment of momentum, Batur didn’t know who the real fierce ones were. Were these travelers?
Were the itinerant merchants of the Central Plains, this terrifying?!
He remembered the legend from a hundred years ago, of one person and three wagon-loads of arrows sweeping the desert bandits, allowing their small tribes to continue, forcing him to shift his mindset.
These are the Central Plains itinerant merchants!
Batur’s Taoist Heart wavered.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a warm sensation on his shoulder, looked up, and saw the Great General Fan Qing saying calmly: "Towards friends and family, be like a warm spring breeze, but towards enemies, be as harsh as the east wind."
"This is what we must do."
Batur said: "Great General..."
Batur’s Taoist Heart solidified again!
And was further strengthened.
Li Guanyi looked towards the distant town: "Let’s see if Changsun can take it."
"Even though we have the land deed, it’s still hanging in the balance..."
Changsun Wuchou looked at the Western Region nobles in front of him and squinted his eyes: