After struggling for a while, the unwillingness in Murong Chunhua's eyes finally faded away, replaced by a complex light.
He took a deep breath, endured the pain in his body, struggled to kneel on one knee, faced Zhao Muyun, and lowered his proud head:
"Master Zhao, Murong Chunhua's skills are inferior to others. I am convinced and willing to accept the loss!"
"From now on, Chunhua is willing to serve Lord Zhao as her master! If you can give me any orders, I will never refuse, even if it means death!"
His voice was low, but it carried the firmness of a man from the grassland who kept his promise.
"Mr. Murong, please stand up!"
Zhao Muyun stepped forward and personally helped him up, a sincere smile on his face. "Having Brother Murong's help is like having wings on a tiger! From now on, we will be brothers fighting side by side!"
"Zhao Tou!"
Tang Yanhai came closer, lowered his voice, a hint of vigilance on his face, "This kid was so unruly just now, but now he's suddenly surrendered. Could it be a trick? Should we observe him for a while longer, wait..."
Zhao Muyun raised his hand to stop Tang Yanhai's words, and looked at Murong Chunhua calmly: "Don't employ people you doubt, and don't doubt people you employ. Mr. Murong is a man of his word, and I believe in his sincerity."
He turned to Murong Chunhua and said loudly, "Brother Murong, your tribe is still in the southern desert, and your family is eagerly awaiting your return. I will let you go back now. I hope you will quickly integrate your tribe and move to Shuozhou or the area I designate so that we can work together for our great cause!"
A hint of surprise and deep emotion flashed in Murong Chunhua's eyes.
He didn't expect that Zhao Muyun trusted him so much and actually let him go back!
This magnanimity and breadth of mind far exceeded his imagination.
He bowed again, his tone more solemn: "Thank you, Lord Zhao, for your trust! Chunhua will live up to your trust this time! Convince my father and the clan members to surrender! If I break this oath, I will be punished by heaven and earth!"
Looking at Murong Chunhua's back as she left under the "escort" of two soldiers, Tang Yanhai was still a little worried: "Boss Zhao, this..."
"No problem!"
Zhao Muyun's eyes were deep, and he smiled slightly. "Murong Chunhua is a man of character and values his word. Letting him go is more valuable than holding him captive. Even if something unexpected happens, we won't lose much, and we'll get to see a clearer picture of him."
"If he changes his mind, I'll have Mahmud spread the news throughout the southern steppes that Murong Chunhua has conceded defeat in the duel and promised to surrender with his entire army..."
Tang Yanhai's eyes suddenly lit up: "Boss Zhao, that's brilliant! This way, even if yellow mud falls down my crotch, it will be shit!"
"Oh, Old Tang, you're full of idioms. Are you preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination?" Zhao Muyun laughed.
"Zhao Tou, I don't understand a word you said! But I think you're praising me!"
"Haha, I really praise you!" He patted Tang Yanhai on the shoulder, "Your joint techniques are becoming more and more proficient."
Tang Yanhai chuckled: "This is all thanks to Boss Zhao's good teaching!"
"Old Tang is getting better and better at speaking!" Zhao Muyun laughed.
At this moment, Wang Tiezhu, helped by a guard, arrived at the Captain's Mansion in a wheelchair, his face solemn.
"Boss Zhao! Today's latest intelligence!"
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