Bai Xiong, the commander of Kucha, sat in the tent and spread out a large cowhide map. On the map, there were some large and small symbols and labels.

"These are the two big and small cities of the Han people..." Bai Xiong smiled, stretched out a hand, and pointed twice at the top of the map.

The head of the Yanqi people has a full head of braids, decorated with gold. It shines brightly when he shakes his head. "I have been to the Han people's city before... The Han people still put a lot of effort into building the city here... Look."

Look, these two cities happen to be in this swamp. One is the north road and the other is the south road, and they are one behind the other. Even if we captured the first small square city, the big square city behind

Defense can also be carried out... I still mean the same thing, I don't agree with direct attack, the loss will be too great..."

"That...King Angu, haven't you said when he will come?" asked the Shache man sitting on the other side.

The commander-in-chief of Qiuci glanced at the Yarkand people and said, "Why, you really hope that King Anggu will come?"

The Shache man waved his hands quickly and said with a dry smile: "I'm just asking, asking..."

Over the years, Kushan has built a considerable momentum in the Western Regions, especially combining myths and legends to create the name "Undead Legion", which is also widely spread among the barbarians in the Western Regions.

Are the "Undead Army" really immortal?

Obviously not, but relatively speaking, the more isolated the area, the easier it is to believe in these gods and ghosts. It's like even the Yellow Turban thieves know how to create a "Yellow Turban Hercules" to strengthen their deterrence among the people...

"If King Anggu really comes, do you think there will be nothing to do with you? Just stand aside and take advantage?" Bai Xiong, the commander-in-chief of Kucha, sneered a few times, "The Han people are very cunning, but no matter how cunning a fox is, he cannot escape."

Out of the hunter's hand..."

The Yanqi people said: "Does it mean that the commander-in-chief already has a plan? How are we going to get through this damn swamp?"

Bai Xiong laughed and said, "The defense of the Han people is very good. They have blocked the passage of the swamp. No matter whether we attack the small Fangpan City or the large Fangpan City, our team will become a rope instead of a piece."

Iron! If we fight frontally, the Han will attack us from the side... But all this is temporary. The Han's advantage will soon be lost, and all their advantages will eventually turn into disadvantages...

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The Yanqi leader hesitated for a moment and said: "What the commander-in-chief means...is to wait for winter? Wait until the swamp here freezes to attack?"

Kucha man White Bear shook his head and said, "Why fight?"

Yanqi and the leaders of Shache were stunned for a moment.

"We want to tell the Han people not to take advantage of us! Let the Han people know how powerful we are, not just to capture those two broken cities! What are we going to do with those two broken cities? Can they be eaten? Can they be used? Ah? We will directly

Rush over and go to the Han territory to gain population and wealth! This is what we should do! If the Han people in these two cities dare to come out, hum... Aren't the Damascus leather knives in our hands not sharp?

?" White Bear pointed at his head, "If you know how to use your head, think more! Don't worry, I have a way..."

Yanqi Quesu remained silent, with a slightly unhappy look on his face.

Bai Xiong glanced at Amsi, the Shache leader, and then at Quesu, the Yanqi leader, and sneered in his heart.

Que Su and Amsi secretly exchanged glances, then flattered White Bear with a few words, and then left White Bear's tent one after another.

"That's nice to say..." Que Su looked back at Baixiong's tent and whispered, "Then we will definitely be allowed to stay and suppress the Han people, and then let him go to the Han hinterland to rob wealth... At most, that time

Give us a little bit..." Que Su gestured with her finger to show how pitiful a little bit is.

Amsi came over, "What do you want? Do you have any plans?"

"No, no, we don't have any plan..." Que Su looked up at the sky and said, "We are just a group of unlucky guys who want to survive between the big man and Kushan! It's just... now it's Kushan's knife.

Our place... is closer..." Que Su patted his neck.

Amsi took a long breath, and then spit it out, "Damn it! Can't there be a little bit of fairness?"

"Yes..." Que Su laughed twice, but there was no joy on his face. "At least two things are fair... one is death, and the other is this..."

Que Su held the scimitar at his waist, his hand was so strong that his joints were a little white, "Whoever really wants us to die must ask about our knife! Whether it's the damn Kushan or the damn
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