“Yes!” Tuoba Gao said, “If we don’t agree to send troops to help Huchuquan, what do you think he will do?”

"Then he was at his wit's end, with nowhere else to go, so he had no choice but to fight to the death."

Murong Hu seemed to understand something.

"Even a cornered beast will fight back; a rabbit cornered will bite."

"Besides, Huchuquan still has tens of thousands of soldiers and followers," Tuoba Gao said slowly.

Murong Hu's eyes lit up: "The Khan means that we should wait until Huchuquan and the Han people are both exhausted before we make our move."

"The Xiongnu people had occupied the Hetao Plain for decades, so they still had some foundation."

"Huchuquan has been in Yunzhong for so many years, do you think he will easily submit to us?"

“If we help him drive away the Han people, he may not keep his promise.”

At this point, even the most ruthless Murong Hu understood what Tuoba Gao meant.

"Lord Yang, please make the arrangements now to closely monitor the movements of Yunzhong."

"Once both sides are bogged down in a quagmire, that's when we'll make our move!"

"We split our forces into three groups."

"You lead 10,000 men out of Mingdeng Mountain, Yuwen Lie lead 10,000 men out of Kundulun Valley, and I will personally lead 30,000 troops south from Wudang Valley!"

"The three armies will converge in Cloud City!"

"Once we take Yunzhong, Wuyuan County and Shuofang County will naturally be no problem!"

"At that time, the Heba and Dugu tribes stationed at Jilongsai will also march to Shuofang and drive that Qubei out of Langshan, so that they can go to the west of Yanran Mountain to graze sheep!"

Murong Hu was overjoyed and said excitedly, "Khan, I, Murong Hu, have waited for this day for far too long."

"My Tiger-Striped Cavalry haven't smelled blood in a long time, and the iron swords in their hands are almost rusted."