The campfire blazed, the soldiers stood firm, and under the night sky, there were no more mosquitoes.
Inside the tent, everyone gathered around the central sand table.
Xu Haitao pointed to the Red River on the sand table, indicating the two banks of the land.
"In the Northern Court, many battles are fought, one struggle can determine the outcome. The Southern Frontier increasingly eats away at us. We employ penetration tactics amid the conflict with the Southern Frontier, guerilla warfare around Laoai Mountain and Lukang River. With the advantage of intelligence, we encircle on a small scale, achieving victories with numerical superiority. The more one controls the intelligence, the better the advantage."
"Compete on scouts," Wei Lin folded his arms.
