Bilara and Fan Fan introduced the situation of his tribe, including the distance of the surrounding Tibetan tribes.

If he is the only one, he is willing to choose to die in battle and take the entire tribe with him, but he will not do it.

The people in the tribe can still organize more than 3,000 combat forces, and it may be okay to fight others, fight 12,000 elites, and wipe out the clan.

What can you get by the tribal light?

In exchange for the 1,000 people he brought with him to die in battle, the tribe will not be harmed, and his children will be respected by the whole of Tibet.

Knowing about the same, Fan Fan went out to discuss with Zhang Xiaosong.

"It's okay to start, I'll send someone to get in touch." Fan Fan told Zhang Xiaosong useful information and decided to send someone.

"It's a dangerous trip." Zhang Xiaosong thought of Fan Fan's method.

"Three people, count me in." Fan Fan wanted to personally take two people to set off.

"Take care!" Zhang Xiaosong did not refuse, and everyone fought with their heads up.

When he fought in the Western Regions, he never thought about whether he could see the sun tomorrow.

Fan Fan casually found two Yulin flying horses, and said to the others at the same time: "You choose the people who lead the team, Li Xiang and Zhao Ai, go." ”

Three people got on horses, brought a telescope, and one horse for each person.

"A hundred of us went over and brought back the horses, and did not go forward." A team of feathered forest riders followed.

"Good!" Fan Fan promised that in this case, there could be horses to be exchanged.

Before dark, the telescope could see the tribal camp of Pyra, a small dot.

Everyone dismounted and rested, waiting for dark.

As the sun set, Fan Fan and the three of them got up, took off their military coats, took off their bows and arrows, and each of them only left a tactical saber.

"Gone." Fan Fan shouted softly, and the three of them walked forward.

They needed to make their way through the tribal camp in Pyra to avoid the patrols.

On the banks of the Yellow River, horses ran back and forth, staring at the opposite bank.

The three of them bent over under the cover of night, walked diagonally, and managed to reach the shore when the people of the Pyra tribe did not expect that someone would come from behind.

The tribal camp was lit by fire, and men on horseback and torches patrolled back and forth.

The distance gradually approached, and the three of them lay down, crawling forward, crawling and stopping, listening to the movement with their ears close to the ground.

Half an hour had passed, and they were lying in the grass to watch the patrolling cavalry come from a distance, and then continue onward.

According to Pyra, the patrols of each team were as many as one-third of a pillar of incense.

There are also people who stand guard on the mounds of earth piled up by the Yellow River, both light and dark.

Leave this alone, Fan Fan will take his two brothers to a position where there is no mound, which is usually not suitable for large troops to cross the river.

It is inconvenient for a large army, and it doesn't matter if there are three people.

When another group of cavalry came running and left, the three of them increased their prostrate advance, and they reached the shore.

There are stones of various sizes on the shore, and it is really difficult for large forces to deploy.

They continued to crawl forward on the small rocks to avoid getting up and being discovered.

Gradually, they came to the river beach, and they still climbed, and they kept climbing into the water.

Crawling and crawling and swimming, now on the shore, I feel that the impact of the current is not too great.

Take a swim and start fighting the Yellow River.

The waves here are not big, but the current speed is fast, and the three of them swim diagonally, at first they were afraid that someone behind them would see them, so they took the way of dog planing.

After swimming a certain distance, I felt that I couldn't shoot the arrow, so I changed to freestyle.

About three quarters of an hour passed, and they approached the range of bows and arrows on the shore of the Tang Dynasty.

The three of them stepped on the water and shouted together: "ABCDEFG, ABCDEFG......"

After shouting, continue to swim forward.

In less than thirty breaths, the other side shouted: "The king of heaven covers the tiger." ”

The three of them spit out the water in the water: "Pagoda Town River Demon." ”

"My own people, who?" There was joy in his voice.

"Fan Fan!" Fan Fan shouted to himself, speeding up, he was not comfortable in the water at all.

"It's Lao Fan, quick, light the torch, stretch out the pole, go into the water, and hand it to them closer." People on the shore greet people.

Torches were lit on the shore, and the Tibetan soldiers on the other side became nervous.

Fan Fan and the three of them swam for a while, grabbed the rod and were dragged to the shallow water.

"Take your clothes and take them off." The three of them went ashore, and someone brought dry clothes and military coats.

It's cold at night here, and I swim over, covered in water.

"Lead the horse." The feather forest flying horse on the shore greets.

Everyone got on the horse and ran directly to Guo Zhiyun's camp, which took half an hour.

It was dark and the speed was not fast, and the Yulin Feiqi who was guarding here was accompanying him: "Lao Fan, how is it?" ”

"It's started, just finished cleaning up a tribe's thousand-person hunting team, and the position on the opposite bank just now, it can be a breakthrough."

"Are we suffering heavy casualties?"

"No injuries, a thousand rides, a single ride."

"That's bad enough."

"How's the preparation going here?"

"The later steamers were left behind to cross the river, and if the position of the party can be opened and breached, the rest of the place should be a feint."

"That's what Inspector Zhang and I mean."

Everyone was talking, time passed, Fan Fan saw Guo Zhiyun, Fan Fan handed over the letter, which was packed in a bamboo tube and protected with oiled paper.

Guo Zhiyun didn't ask someone to bring hot soup, he didn't check the lacquer seal, took out the envelope in the bamboo tube and tore it open directly.

Fan Fan and the three of them were not in a hurry to wash their clothes, and sat there drinking soup, the soup prepared for the patrolmen.

There is no pressure cooker, the temperature is not high, and you can drink it with a blow.

Several people got together to read Zhang Xiaosong's letter.

"There is a tribe that can be taken, and from there there directly enter more armies, and the Sky Monkey, Mo Sword Soldier, and Yulin Flying Horse should be put there."

After everyone finished reading, Guo Zhiyun expressed his opinion first, there are still 5,000 feather forest flying horses, and the easiest place to send feather forest flying horses can play a great role.

"No, the Sky Monkey is used to cooperate with the hot air balloon to throw explosives packages, and directly hit the location of Tashi Kure, Mo Dao soldiers are not up, they will die, I will lead people to rush over and harass them."

Qin Li said his thoughts, and if he used Mo Dao soldiers, there would inevitably be casualties.

He rode out with Yulin Fei, and he could fight guerrilla attacks and use the range to annihilate the enemy.

The direction of the main attack was to focus on Tashi Kure, giving full play to the advantages of hot weapons, forcing Tashi Kure to be unable to make effective dispatch.

"I approve of Qin Li taking Yulin Fei to ride over, over there, we have nearly 17,000 horses, and I will go back too."

Fan Fan suddenly interjected, 17,000 elite horsemen can directly fight the current soldiers of Tubo, and no one else is needed, provided that they pay a certain price for casualties.

"Okay, tomorrow night, when Zhang Xiaosong first solves the tribe of Pila, we will launch a strong attack, just hit two points, and the other positions will continue to defend."

Zhang Zhongliang chose to support Qin Li's approach, and at the same time he was not ready to cross the river in full.

The defensive lines of the two sides were long, and it was difficult for their own people to mobilize, and it was as uncomfortable as Tibet.

Then simply pinch two points, rush over, and adopt a division tactic on the other side of the river, gradually swallowing up the Tibetan tribes who are defending one by one.

"We must open our mouths to give other Tibetan tribes a chance to run, reduce our losses, occupy the Yellow River Valley this year, and build a castle with cement by the way."

Wang Junkui didn't want his own people to die too much, and when there was a way to win the battle, he took more gentle measures.