No sooner had he finished speaking than Deng Lang pulled out a dagger from his pocket and lunged straight at his heart: "You fucking Wei Hanshan, you've called me a eunuch more than once!"

Wei Hanshan held Deng Lang's wrist tightly, the two struggling against each other: "Damn it, Deng Lang, you've betrayed us in the face of battle! Your whole family will be executed!"

While hurling insults, Wei Hanshan tried to knee Deng Lang in the groin, since this was a man's most vulnerable spot, and anyone who suffered a serious injury there would instantly lose their fighting ability.

But when he tried to push, he missed. He then cursed himself for being stupid. He knew that Deng Lang was a eunuch, yet he still used such a method.

Deng Lang, however, was not going to tolerate him. He used Wei Hanshan's own methods against him, directly kneeing him between the legs. With this angry strike, Wei Hanshan's eyeballs almost popped out.

"Go to hell!"

Deng Lang roared and, taking advantage of Wei Hanshan's loss of strength, plunged the sharp dagger deep into his throat.

Wei Hanshan died without making a sound, his voice drowned out by the shouts of battle around him. Everyone's attention was focused on Lü Tu, who was charging forward, and they were completely unaware that their base had been attacked.

After doing all this, Deng Lang took an arrow from his waist and stuck it into Wei Hanshan's forehead.

Only then did he scramble to his feet, shouting in terror, "Lord Wei is dead!"

Upon hearing this, all the Huai Shuo border troops present were shocked!

Everyone looked in Wei Hanshan's direction, as there were many cavalrymen around to provide cover.

When someone saw the arrow in Wei Hanshan's forehead, they instantly panicked: "Lord Wei is really dead! Lu Tu killed Lord Wei with that arrow!"

At this moment, all the Huai Shuo border troops lost their morale. The battle between the two armies was all about morale. Even though they had a numerical advantage, they were still slaughtered by Lü Tu amidst thousands of troops. How could they possibly win this battle?

Overwhelmed with grief, Deng Lang shouted towards Lü Tu's direction, "Captain Lü, all of this was done by Wei Hanshan, it has nothing to do with us! We are willing to surrender!"

After saying that, he threw his weapon to the ground and knelt down on one knee with his fists clasped.

Among all the people present, besides Wei Hanshan, there were only a dozen or so people at the same level as Deng Lang.

With their leader gone and Deng Lang surrendering first, the other dozen or so men felt a chill run down their spines as they looked at Lü Tu, who was like a tiger descending the mountain. They had no choice but to grit their teeth and dismount.

Following Deng Lang's example, they threw down their weapons and shouted, "We are willing to surrender. We beg Lord Lü to spare our lives, considering that we are all border soldiers!"

If even the leaders have surrendered, what chance do ordinary soldiers have? Everyone joins the army just to have enough to eat and wear. With such a meager monthly salary, who the hell wants to die?

Following suit, most of the remaining Huai Shuo border soldiers knelt down in an instant. Those who still had some backbone were persuaded by their companions in low voices and then pulled down as well.

Lu Tu looked in Deng Lang's direction and nodded almost imperceptibly. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a chorus of shouts of battle coming from his left.

The Huai Shuo soldiers, who were already kneeling on the ground, were terrified and hurriedly shouted, "Lord Lü, we have already surrendered!"

Lu Tu looked closely and saw that the person who had come was none other than Sun Kuang, whom he had not seen for a long time. At this moment, Lu Tu was extremely dissatisfied and pointed his golden spear at Sun Kuang, cursing, "Idiot, stop right there!"

Sun Kuang, leading 100 soldiers, finally understood the situation before him. He was completely baffled and couldn't understand how Lü Tu had managed to defeat a 3,000-strong army with only 300 men and even make them surrender.

If this gets out, what will become of us? It's comparable to the battle fought when the founding emperor of the Great Yu Dynasty raised his army.

Seeing that Lü Tu's anger had not subsided, Sun Kuang knew he had acted too slowly. Unable to explain himself further, he quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "I'm sorry, brother, I..."

"Shut up and stand aside!"

"Hey!"

Seeing that Sun Kuang and the others had stopped, the surrendered soldiers felt a little more at ease. They were unarmed at this moment, and if Lu Tu ordered them to be slaughtered, even if they reacted quickly, they might not be able to pick up their weapons before they died. Moreover, their morale had collapsed, and they had no power to resist. They were destined to be slaughtered.

Lu Tu's gaze swept over everyone present: "For now, I will believe you..."

Halfway through his sentence, another shout of battle came from the back of the hillside not far behind them. It was even more intense and reckless than the shouts of Sun Kuang and his group, and it was clear from the sound that there were many people shouting.

At this moment, the surrendered soldiers kneeling on the ground were terrified. Who the hell could withstand such torment?

One by one, they said with long faces, "Commander Lü, it seems your men are here again."

Lu Tu turned his head and saw that Liu Yang and Liu Hong had arrived with more than 500 soldiers and 1,000 slaves. Not only that, but a large number of villagers also came over, carrying carrying poles, hoes and other items.

Upon witnessing this scene, the Huai Shuo soldiers completely lost their courage, kneeling on the ground, trembling, not daring to utter a sound.

The moment Liu Yang, Liu Hong, and the others stepped off the hillside, they were startled to see the valley filled with people. But when they looked closely, they understood the situation and were immediately relieved.

"Brother, we are late in our rescue efforts, please punish us!"

Lu Tu waved his hand helplessly: "It's alright, just wait over there."

"Hey!"

Liu Yang and the others exchanged glances with Sun Kuang, wondering why Sun Kuang, who was supposed to be with them, looked so dejected, a stark contrast to the expressions of Nie Yun and the others.

Lu Tu was about to speak when he stopped and looked around at the crowd: "Are you sure no one else is coming?"

The Huai Shuo border soldiers swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. Just how beloved was Lü Tu in the area?

What seemed like a very slow pace to Lü Tu was, in Huai Shuofang's eyes, a very fast reinforcement. If they had such reinforcements, they might not have surrendered by now.

Moreover, Lu Tu scolded these rescuers like they were his grandsons. Most importantly, these people who came did not feel that anything was wrong at all, and accepted it with smiles without any temper, as if Lu Tu's words were a royal decree.

Even unarmed civilians rushed to rescue Lü Tu, which taught the Huai Shuo soldiers a harsh lesson: what it means to be righteous and receive abundant help, while being unrighteous and receiving little help.

At this moment, Nie Yun lowered his voice and said, "Brother, why don't we kill them? These people have picked up a lot of bad habits in the Huai Shuo border army. Even if we bring them in, it might not be a good thing."

Tuoba Yue, standing to the side, nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, sir. We have already killed Wei Hanshan and made a complete grudge against the Huai Shuo border army. If we let them go, it will only cause more trouble."

Upon hearing this, the people of Huai Shuo felt a chill run down their spines and looked at Lü Tu with eyes full of fear.

Lu Tu Chong Huai Shuo's men loudly proclaimed, "Since ancient times, killing surrendered men has been considered an omen of misfortune. Today, I will spare your lives. Get out of here!"

Nie Yun exclaimed in surprise, "Brother, you're just letting them go like that?"

Lu Tu smiled wickedly: "Shut up, I know what I'm doing."