The herders of the Moqing tribe are also gradually migrating towards Chengde and Liaozhou.

To cover the migration of the herders, Tuolu led the Red Ribbon Army, which had expanded to five thousand men, to stay behind and sent people to cut off the communication between other tribes and the Moqing tribe.

About half an hour later, the group of Xianbei soldiers arrived at a place three miles away from the Moqing tribe.

"Huh? When did this place become a camp?"

Looking at the wooden wall surrounding the tribe and several arrow towers in the distance, the Xianbei officer had a look of doubt on his face as he walked.

A soldier suddenly pointed into the camp: "Squad leader, look, the tribe's flag seems a bit off!"

The team leader looked up and saw a thick flagpole standing in the center of the tribe, with a bright red flag fluttering in the wind above it.

"This is... the flag of the Han Dynasty?"

Upon seeing this, the officer's pupils contracted, and he quickly reined in his horse, stopping in his tracks.

Although the flag had no patterns or words on it, the color was one that only a large, powerful man would use.

The soldier stepped forward and asked, "Sir, should we still go over there?"

"What were you going there for? To die?"

The squad leader glared at the soldier and said, "The situation is clear now. This Mo Qing has definitely defected to the Han Dynasty. Let's hurry back and report!"

At the same time, the soldiers on the distant arrow towers also spotted the Xianbei cavalry and hurriedly untied the horns from their waists.

"Waaaaah~!"

The urgent sound of bugles immediately resounded in all directions.

"Oh no, run!!"

Upon hearing the sound, the Xianbei officer's expression changed, and he hurriedly turned his horse around and galloped away along the original route.

"What happened?"

Hearing the commotion, Tuolü also led his men to the camp gate.

The soldier on the arrow tower replied, "A cavalry unit of about twenty men just passed by, but they've already left!"

Chen Qing stepped forward and said, "Brother Tuolu, it seems that Murong Tu's side has begun to prepare for action!"

Tuolu nodded: "So what do we do? Should we continue the operation, or retreat?"

"I find it difficult to make a judgment on this matter. Let's send someone to Chengde and ask Mr. Wenhe for advice!"

Chen Qing couldn't accurately predict the outcome of the battle between the Xianbei and Wuhuan, and could only hope that Jia Xu could help him analyze it.