Upon hearing this, hundreds of their men turned around in unison and saw a man on horseback kicking up clouds of dust. The man on horseback was none other than Lü Tu, who was still recovering from serious injuries!

Everyone shouted excitedly, "Lord Lü!"

The reputation of a person is as great as the shadow of a tree. Even the border troops on the other side fell silent when they heard the name Lü Tu. They all wanted to witness what kind of demeanor Lü Tu, who had been the most prominent figure in Wuchuan in recent months, was like.

Lu Tu rode Little Black to the front of the crowd, and all of his men beamed with joy, spontaneously making way for him.

Addressing him with terms like "Big Brother!" and "My Lord!" was commonplace.

Throughout the entire process, Lü Tu stared intently at the border troops in front of him with a cold expression. Judging from their attire and weapons, they were indeed of the same style as the Wuchuan border troops. However, the flags they carried read "Huai Shuo," indicating that they were from the neighboring city of Huai Shuo.

Upon arriving at the front of his own lines, Lü Tu did not dismount, but stared intently at the leader of the opposing force without uttering a word.

The man sensed the murderous intent in Lü Tu's eyes. He was also a veteran who had been on the battlefield, and he knew at a glance that Lü Tu's reputation was not just empty words. The intense killing intent emanating from him could not be faked.

At this point, he was in a dilemma. He had only dared to come here to cause trouble because he had heard that Lü Tu had been crippled by the Wuhuan people and could not even collect his military merits in person. He had not left his house for half a month. But he did not expect that Lü Tu would be standing in front of him alive and well.

"You are Lü Tu?"

Lu Tu uttered a single word in an icy tone: "Get out!"