The remaining barbarian soldiers had already wrapped the hooves of their warhorses and muzzled them. After the designated time, they would charge. If the fortified village was successfully taken, they would be welcomed inside. If the assault failed, their charge could cover the retreat of Zheng Fan and the others.
This was unavoidable; this era lacked walkie-talkies. If you dared to naively wave a torch on the fortress wall after a successful takeover, all surrounding Beacon Forts would instantly raise alarms. Mimicking animal calls was even more absurd. Given the distance, you would need to sound like a dinosaur to notify the troops lying in ambush.
"Let's go!"
After speaking, Zheng Fan looked at Liang Cheng.
Liang Cheng nodded and took the lead. Zheng Fan followed closely, meticulously copying Liang Cheng's movements.
Zheng Fan had no choice. His practical battle experience was lacking. Since he insisted on participating directly, his only option was to follow an expert.
