Now these men from the west had laid careful plans. They had sent trusty friends to the capital to find out who would support them. They had conspired with three officials to be their inside allies and plot against the rebels. These three obtained from the throne two secret edicts conferring the ranks of Commander, “Conqueror of the West,” on Ma Tʻêng and Commander, “Warden of the West,” on Han Sui. With these powers the two officials joined forces and began their march. The four leaders of the party in power held a consultation as to how to meet the attack. The adviser, Chia Hsü, said, “Since the attackers are coming from a distance our plan is to fortify and wait till shortage of food shall work for us. In a hundred days their supplies will be consumed and they must retire. We can pursue and we shall capture them.” Li Mêng and Wang Fang rose and said, “This plan is bad. Give us a legion and we will put an end to both of them and offer their heads before your ensign.” “To fight forthwith means defeat,” said the adviser. The other two cried with one voice, “If we fail we are willing to lose our heads, but if we win then your head is forfeit.” Chia Hsü then said, “Two hundred li west of the capital stand the Chouchih Hills. The passes are narrow and difficult. Send Generals Chang and Fan to occupy this point of vantage and fortify themselves so that they may support Li and Wang.” Li Tsʻui and Kuo Ssŭ accepted this advice. They told off a legion and a half of horse and foot and Li and Wang left. They made a camp two hundred and eighty li from Chʻangan. The force from the west arrived and the two officers led out their men to the attack. They found their opponents in battle array. The two leaders, Ma Tʻêng and Han Sui, rode to the front side by side. Pointing to the rebel leaders they abused them, calling them traitors and asking who would capture them. Hardly were the words spoken when there came out a youth with a clear, white complexion, eyes like shooting stars, lithe of body and strong of limb. He was armed with a long spear and bestrode an excellent steed. This young leader was Ma Chʻao, son of Ma Tʻêng, then seventeen years of age. Though young he was valiant and skilful. Wang Fang, despising him on account of his youth, galloped forth to fight him. Before they had exchanged many passes Wang Fang was disabled and fell to a thrust of the young man’s spear. The victor turned to retire into the formation, but Li Mêng rode after him to avenge his fallen colleague. Ma Chʻao did not see him, but his father called out “You are followed!” Hardly had he spoken when he saw that the pursuer was a prisoner seated on his son’s steed.