"Thank you, brothers of the Han army!"

"Thank you for the food!"

"Please accept our bow!"

Upon learning that the Han army had brought them fine wine and food, the Xianbei soldiers cheered and stepped forward to bow and thank Dong Zhuo and his men.

"Haha, brothers, no need to be so polite. Now that we're in the Western Regions, there's no distinction between us!"

In response to the Xianbei soldiers' thanks, Dong Zhuo smiled and returned the greeting with a cupped hand.

Dong Zhuo's boldness and straightforwardness also won the favor of a group of Xianbei soldiers.

As night fell, the once desolate earthen town came alive with the lighting of bonfires.

In front of a campfire, Dong Zhuo raised his wine cup and looked at Li Ru with a smile: "Come on, Wenyou, bottoms up!"

"Dry!"

Li Ru also picked up his wine cup, clinked it with Dong Zhuo's, and then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

After downing a cup of wine, a blush immediately appeared on Li Ru's face. "The wine of the Han Dynasty is still the best!"

"Haha, let's have another drink! Tonight we're going to drink until we're completely drunk!"

Seeing this, Dong Zhuo also picked up the wine jar and began to pour wine for Li Ru.

"Alright, let's drink until we're completely drunk!"

Seemingly influenced by Dong Zhuo's boldness, Li Ru also abandoned his reserve and began drinking cup after cup with Dong Zhuo.

The Xianbei soldiers around them, along with the Han soldiers who had come to offer their congratulations, sat around the campfire with smiles on their faces. The soldiers from both sides chatted like old friends who had not seen each other for a long time, and also began to drink together.

Shouts and laughter echoed through the night sky next door, adding a unique touch to the desolate Gobi Desert.