October 6th.

The weather on the grassland had turned cold, and a gust of cold wind blew by, causing Tuolü on horseback to shiver.

Following behind Tuolü were twelve thousand Red Ribbon Army soldiers.

While Murong Tu was leading his army to attack the Wuhuan people, Tuolu Chenqing, Keluntai, Tali and others also divided their forces into four routes to carry out a carpet sweep of the large and small tribes under Murong Tu's command.

Wherever the Red Ribbon Army passed, the Xianbei herdsmen vied to join them.

Aside from the vast difference in strength, the main reason was the favorable conditions offered by the Red Ribbon Army.

Just ten days later, ninety percent of the tribes under Murong Tu's command began to migrate eastward, and the able-bodied herders who remained behind also joined the Red Ribbon Army.

At this time, the Red Ribbon Army had grown to more than 40,000 people.

Tuolu led his troops slowly westward. Twenty miles ahead of them was a large tribe.

The tribe has a population of nearly 40,000, and countless cattle, sheep, and horses.

This tribe was Murong Tu's old stronghold and also the last destination of Tuolü's grassland trip this year.

Suddenly, a group of scouts appeared to the west of the column.

Tuolü also spurred his horse away from the army formation and went to meet them.

"Brother Tuolü, Chen Qing, Keluntai, and Tali's teams are all in position and have surrounded the tribe. We guarantee that no one will be able to escape!"

Tuolü nodded, making a satisfied gesture: "How are the Wuhuan cavalry doing?"

The scout replied, "Those Wuhuan cavalry are very fast and unpredictable. In this short period of time, they have attacked at least fifteen tribes of the Yuwen tribe, killing more than 60,000 people and countless cattle, sheep and horses. The Yuwen tribe has suffered heavy losses."

"Alas, what a pity for those innocent herders!"

Upon hearing this result, Tuo Lu couldn't help but sigh.

When war breaks out, it is always the people at the bottom who suffer the most.

“Brother Tuolü, there’s no need to be sad. Next year, we can send troops to rescue them!” a guard advised.

Tuolü nodded and then looked at the scout captain, saying in a deep voice, "Immediately notify Chen Qing, Keluntai, and Tali to begin the operation!"

"yes!!"

The scouts responded and then dispersed with their men to relay the message.

"Brothers, speed things up!!"

Tuolu roared and rallied his men to hurry toward Murong Tu's stronghold.

A considerable amount of time had already passed, and within a few days, the news would reach Murong Tu and Yuwen Mohuai's ears. He had to empty Murong Tu's last tribe before they returned.

Soon, Tuolü's army arrived three miles east of the Murong tribe.

The teams led by Chen Qing, Keluntai, and Tali blocked the south, west, and north directions respectively.

Four armies surged toward the tribe.

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves startled the people in the tribe.

Women and children huddled trembling inside their tents, too afraid to come out, while frightened cattle and sheep ran about in all directions.

The entire tribe was in complete chaos.

The five thousand soldiers who remained in the tribe also hurriedly mounted their horses, ready to meet the enemy.

However, after they had just gathered together, they stood there blankly, not moving.

Therefore, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves came from all four directions, and the soldiers did not know where to meet the enemy.

Before long, the 40,000-strong army led by Tuolü, Chen Qing, and others surrounded the tribe in layers.

Looking at the five thousand soldiers in the tribe, Tuolü made a gesture to one of the soldiers beside him.

The soldier understood, and then led more than thirty able-bodied herdsmen forward on horseback, shouting loudly into the tribe.

"Brothers, we are the Red Ribbon Army, our own people's army. We don't want to kill anyone, we just want to help our herdsmen brothers reclaim what belongs to us..."

"You also have families and children, and you want them to have a better life, right?"

"Just surrender. If you surrender, we can guarantee that you'll only have to pay 20% of your cattle and sheep, and the rest will all belong to you..."

"Join us, fight for your families and children, and stop serving those hateful noble leaders..."

At the same time, Chen Qing, Ke Luntai, and several others also sent out their own people to start shouting loudly.

Shouts echoed throughout the tribe, clearly reaching the ears of every soldier and herdsman.

Everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the densely packed Red Ribbon Army soldiers around them, savoring the tempting offers they had made.

A Xianbei soldier looked at his comrade beside him and asked, "Do you think what they're shouting is true?"

His companion said in a low voice, "Whether what they say is true or false, do we have a choice?"

The soldier nodded: "That's true. It's pretty much the same no matter who we follow. If we resist, we'll all die anyway!"

"Since that's the case, let's surrender. If what they say is true, then it's not unreasonable for us to risk our lives for them!"

"Yes, lower it!!"

Seeing no hope of escape, the five thousand soldiers left behind by the Murong tribe also jumped off their horses and threw their weapons to the ground.

Tuolü and his men immediately entered the tribe. While incorporating the soldiers, they also executed Murong Tu's family and the noble leaders in front of all the herders, and distributed the tribe's cattle and sheep to the herders.

Seeing that the Red Ribbon Army had indeed kept its promise and had not harmed anyone, the herdsmen were overjoyed and led their cattle and sheep, under the escort of the Red Ribbon Army, began to migrate towards the Han territory.

Thus, the Eastern Xianbei, who had harassed the border of Youzhou of the Han Dynasty for many years, became a thing of the past and disappeared into the grasslands.

Murong Tu, who was fighting in the north, was still completely unaware that his hometown had been robbed.

On this day, the Xianbei allied forces launched an attack on the twelfth camp of the Wuhuan people.

More than 40,000 Xianbei soldiers launched an attack on the Wuhuan people who were holding their camp from three directions.

The Xianbei soldiers, holding their breath, crashed against the Wuhuan camp wave after wave, like a giant black sea.

The attack lasted for an hour. More than half of the Wuhuan soldiers who were holding the camp were killed or wounded, and the remaining two thousand men also suffered a mental breakdown and chose to surrender.

"Phew~, these Wuhuan people finally couldn't hold on any longer!"

Seeing that some Wuhuan people had finally chosen to surrender, Murong Tu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Chief Murong, with these people, the battles to come will be much easier!"

Yuwen Mohuai's expression also softened considerably.

Just then, several messengers from the Yuwen tribe arrived from south to north and found Yuwen Mohuai.

"Great Chief, something terrible has happened! The Wuhuan people have sent cavalry to harass our rear tribes, killing a large number of our herdsmen and livestock. We have suffered heavy losses. Please return to our aid immediately!"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Mohuai's expression changed immediately. He had not expected that the Wuhuan people would send troops to launch a surprise attack on the tribes behind his territory.