"The White Head Mountain trail is almost cleared." Feng Zhiwei began as she convened with her subordinates in a secret staging ground under a short hill. "The last parts are cliff ground, but the way is not too steep, though it will still be difficult to travel quietly. We'll bring only the most elite in our sneak attack; I will lead our attack on Jin Siyu's tent. The others will follow Chunyu and Yangyu to White Spirit Lake, five miles from their camp. Wrap your horse's hoofs with grass and shut their mouths with wooden sticks. Your signal will be a red flare, and once we've secured the main tent, you will storm the camp."
"I will follow you!" Yao Yangyu called out loyally.
"No." Feng Zhiwei refused cleanly, "Your Kungfu is not good enough."
