"Brother Mu, judging from the defensive formation, it seems difficult to steal the clothes," Xiao Shan whispered as he looked at the camp a mile ahead.
Mu Yuanxiu glanced around, "You all stay here, I'll go steal the clothes!"
"We have twelve people, the clothes and armor are heavy, how will you bring them back?" Xiao Shan asked again.
Mu Yuanxiu smiled slightly, "I have a plan, just wait here."
He brought no assistants, nor did he ride a horse; instead, he walked straight towards the camp ahead.
At this time, Mu Yuanxiu was wearing a snow-white cashmere cloak over his dark robe.
In the snowy night, the white clothing made him hard to spot.
Combined with his swift movements, he infiltrated the Beiyan camp unnoticed.
Mu Yuanxiu sneaked into a tent.
Inside, there happened to be twelve soldiers sleeping.
However, while on the march, all twelve slept fully dressed.
Mu Yuanxiu took out the drugged needles he had prepared earlier and injected all twelve soldiers.
