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Mardu stood quietly, his brow slightly furrowed. After a moment, he gently shook his head and slowly spoke, "After careful consideration, I believe that these two tribes have now tightly united and have taken ample precautions. Therefore, if we rashly launch a surprise attack, we are unlikely to achieve the desired effect.
You must understand that these two tribes are the largest forces in this region, and the number of combatants they can muster is conservatively estimated to be over three thousand! The combined fighting strength of such a large number of warriors is undoubtedly formidable."
Hearing Mardu's words, Lin Feng couldn't help but frown slightly. The already severe situation seemed to become even more grim. At this moment, their numerical advantage had disappeared, and what was more troublesome was that these warriors living on the grasslands were all exceptionally brave and skilled. They excelled at horseback archery and possessed robust physical qualities, which gave them strong mobility and striking power on the battlefield.
Mardu continued, "General, we cannot rely solely on brute force; we must use our wits. I suggest launching a frontal assault with our main force while sending a small team to circle around to the enemy's rear."
Lin Feng's eyes brightened as he gestured for Mardu to continue. The small team could wait for the right moment to act. At that point, they could lead the main army in a frontal attack. Moreover, since the two tribes had just allied, their coordination would likely be lacking, making them more prone to mistakes in confusion.
Mardu paused for a moment, his gaze resolute. "However, the members of this small team must be clever and brave; any misstep could lead to total annihilation."
Lin Feng pondered for a moment and clenched his fists. "This plan is excellent. However, we must carefully consider the selection of the advance team; I do have a few capable individuals under my command."
Mardu cupped his hands in salute. "General, as long as the advance team succeeds, we will have a ninety percent chance of winning this battle."
Lin Feng said seriously, "Alright then, we shall officially go to war tomorrow."
At that moment, Lu Yong slowly stood up and firmly said to Lin Feng, "General, let me lead the team."
Hearing Lu Yong volunteer to lead the small team filled Lin Feng with a twinge of worry because he knew that Lu Yong still had an unhealed injury. After hesitating for a moment, Lin Feng finally spoke up, "General Lu, you still bear an injury!"
Lu Yong heard this and immediately shrugged off his injured shoulder as if that would prove he was fine. He smiled confidently and said loudly, "General, don't worry about this minor injury; look at me—I’m perfectly fine now!"
Lin Feng looked at his stubborn uncle, knowing he was enduring pain but felt helpless nonetheless. After all, Lu Yong had always been the type to charge forward without hesitation.
In the end, Lin Feng could only nod in agreement, saying, "Alright, General Lu, I will leave this mission in your hands. But remember, you must be careful and not act recklessly. You will lead eight hundred men to flank the enemy and launch a surprise attack from behind."
Upon receiving permission, Lu Yong's heart filled with joy as he quickly clasped his fists and replied, " your humble general takes command! I will not let you down, General!"
Once all the orders were given and arrangements made, Lu Yong turned to leave the tent and returned to his own quarters.
Upon entering his tent and finding it empty, Lu Yong finally allowed his tense nerves to relax. However, the next moment, he couldn't help but gasp in pain, letting out a pained groan: "Ah! Ouch, that hurts so much!"
It turned out that his earlier nonchalance in front of Lin Feng had all been an act.
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