Although the Red Ribbon Army had a large number of soldiers, most of them were young and strong herdsmen. Although they had undergone a period of training, they were still somewhat inferior to the elite troops of the Murong tribe.

Chen Qing nodded and said in a deep voice, "Brother Tuolu, do you think we can persuade them to surrender?"

"This... is worth a try. The families of Murong Tu's soldiers are all among those herdsmen, and I believe quite a few will be willing to join us!"

Thinking of the Xianbei soldiers in the ranks, Tuolü also agreed with Chen Qing's idea.

Then, while reorganizing their troops, the two began to deploy the soldiers who had previously surrendered, preparing to persuade Murong Tu's soldiers to surrender.

Soon, Murong Tu's pursuers arrived at a place five miles away from the Red Ribbon Army.

"When did such a team appear on this grassland?"

Gazing at the neatly arrayed Red Ribbon Army from afar, Murong Tu couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.

"Great Chief, what should we do?" a guard asked.

Murong Tu narrowed his eyes, looking at the Red Ribbon Army, which numbered over 40,000. His mind, which had been clouded by anger, calmed down.

We now have only a little over 20,000 men, and we have come here at breakneck speed, so we are extremely exhausted. If we were to charge into battle, we would surely be defeated.

But if they don't charge, they won't be able to reclaim their tribe's cattle, sheep, and herders, and they will die anyway...

Both paths lead to death, no matter which one you choose.

For a moment, Murong Tu was extremely conflicted, his hand gripping the hilt of the knife loosening and tightening repeatedly.

Just as Murong Tu was unable to make a decision, Tuolü led the Red Ribbon Army into action.

However, what puzzled Murong Tu was that the Red Ribbon Army was moving very slowly, seemingly unwilling to launch an attack.