Having said that, Gemo looked around, drew the sword from his waist, and stabbed it into the ground, coldly saying.

"Whoever can kill these Han Chinese outside the city, I will risk all my past honors to secure a position as a centurion for him!"

Upon hearing this, all around fell silent.

The centurions all looked at Germor with burning eyes.

From their eyes, Gemo only saw one sentence.

I really want to improve!

The leap from centurion to chiliarch may seem like just a minor rank change.

But this is actually a leap in social class.

The vast Hunnic Khanate had only twenty-four commanders of ten thousand and two hundred and forty commanders of one thousand, a situation where there were far more wolves than meat.

The position of centurion is not something you can hold simply because you have the ability; without a powerful backer, you'll be nothing more than an ant for the rest of your life.

Gemo himself was a nobleman among the Xiongnu, although he was currently only a centurion.

But everyone knew that he would eventually be one of the twenty-four commanders of ten thousand men in the Xiongnu.

If one could get his recommendation, the position of centurion would be easily attainable.

There is an old saying in the Central Plains: "A great reward will surely lead to the death of a man."

This statement also applies to the Xiongnu people who have lived on the grasslands for generations.

After this tempting offer was presented, those who had been trying to stop Gemo and his group immediately began to fight over it.

After all, nobody wants to miss this opportunity!

After a quarter of an hour of debate, a burly centurion gained the upper hand.

Gemo looked at the person in front of him and said.

"I'll personally beat the drums to cheer you on! As long as you can kill those Han Chinese, I'll guarantee you the position of a centurion!"

The burly Xiongnu man laughed heartily upon hearing this.

"Please rest assured, Commander! I'll go and twist that Han man's head off right now so you can use it as a chamber pot tonight!"

Having said that, the burly man immediately put on his armor, grabbed his weapon, and rode off on horseback!