The bloody smell of the Xichuan grassland has not yet dissipated, but the atmosphere in the Shuozhou military camp is like a taut bowstring.
Han Zhong sat upright in the commander's tent, his left arm wrapped in a blood-soaked cloth.
That was because he was injured by a hidden arrow while pursuing the defeated soldiers.
His eyes were sharp as he glanced at the generals standing solemnly under the tent:
Lin Feng, Zhong Dahu, Tian Qing, and officers from the two Zhechoufu in Shuozhou and Yinzhou.
The air was filled with the fatigue after the war, as well as a suppressed excitement and cold murderous aura.
"Any news from the lord?"
Lin Feng couldn't help but ask, with a worried look on his face.
Han Zhong said in a deep voice, "Brother Tang sent a pigeon message saying that the Lord has arrived in Luzhou. Although he encountered a minor setback, he is fine and is steadily heading towards the capital."
He deliberately concealed the details of Zhao Muyun's poisoning, as stabilizing the military morale was the top priority.
The tent curtain was suddenly opened, and a gust of wind and sand from the grassland rushed in.
An elite scout from Tang Yanhai's remaining scout camp knelt on one knee, exhausted. "Captain Han! Murong Hu... is here! Right outside the camp gate! He's only brought Murong Chunhua and a few guards, and he demands an audience with you!"
The generals in the tent instantly clenched their sword handles!
Having just finished a bloody battle, the Murong clan leader and his son came here alone?
Is it a request for peace?
Or a new conspiracy?
Han Zhong's eyes flashed, and he stood up suddenly. "Good! You're brave! Send the word, open the camp gates, and let him in! I want to see if Murong Hu is carrying a scimitar or sincerity!"
A moment later, Murong and his son appeared at the door of the tent.
Murong Hu took off his gorgeous fur coat and only wore ordinary leather armor, with fatigue on his face after the battle.
But the look in his eyes was extremely complicated, showing the humiliation of defeat, deep fear, and a hint of determination.
However, Murong Chunhua had a look of guilt on her face and was full of apology after coming in.
Murong Hu's eyes swept across the generals in the tent, finally landing on Han Zhong. He strode forward and stood still in the tent.
No pleasantries, no small talk.
Murong Hu suddenly knelt on one knee, put his right hand on his chest, and spoke in a low voice like a hammer hitting everyone's heart:
"General Han! The Shuozhou Army... great tactics! Murong Hu... is convinced! I, the 17,653 members of the Murong tribe, are willing to submit!"
"From now on, I will obey the orders of Lord Zhao and General Han and serve as the defense of Shuozhou. I will never rebel! If you break this oath, you will be punished by heaven and earth, and your entire tribe will be wiped out!"
There was a dead silence in the tent! Even Han Zhong was slightly moved.
Five hundred of Murong's men were killed by the Shuozhou army at Feihukou, and Murong Chunhua was captured. Later, they lost another four to five hundred men on the Xichuan grassland.
It seems that the most effective way to deal with aliens is to defeat them.
The elite and combat-savvy Shuozhou Army, as well as the bloody crushing of the one hundred Mo Dao warriors, completely shattered his pride and all his contempt for the Shuozhou Army!
Han Zhong took a deep breath, stepped forward, and helped Murong Hu up with both hands, and said in a firm voice:
"Patriarch Murong is a man of great righteousness! Shuozhou, welcome friends! From today on, Yinzhou and the Xichuan grasslands in the north of Shuozhou will be under the jurisdiction of the Murong tribe!"
"Shuozhou will provide grain, seeds, and agricultural tools to help you build cities and villages, so you can live and work in peace and contentment!"
"The young and strong men of the Murong tribe must be reorganized according to the Shuozhou military system to form a thousand men into the 'Xichuan Cavalry', with Murong Chunhua as the commander and under the control of the Pinglu Commandery!"
"As for Chief Murong Hu, I will report to Lord Zhao and make another appointment."
Han Zhong must report to Zhao Muyun for approval regarding the official positions of Murong Hu and his son.
"Thank you, General!"
Murong Hu and Murong Chunhua clasped their fists.
As long as there is land to graze and a city to rely on, the people can survive!
This result far exceeded his expectations when he was defeated.
Han Zhong's tough tactics and the generous conditions set in advance by Zhao Muyun completely recovered and resettled the Murong tribe.
"Lin Feng!"
"I will be here!"
"You are ordered to immediately assist Chief Murong in counting his people, demarcating pastures, and preparing to build a new city! Prefect Huang Chang will fully allocate the necessary supplies!"
"Understood!"
"Zhong Dahu, Tian Qing!"
"I will be here!"
"Once the news of the Murong tribe's surrender gets out, King Loufan will be resentful! King Zhelan's tribe might also seize the opportunity to cause chaos! The entire army enters level one combat readiness!"
"Strengthen the city defenses! Train the new recruits! Send out scouts a hundred miles away! I want the Shuozhou defense line to be as solid as a rock! Be ready to meet any incoming enemy at any time!"
"Yes, sir!"
The generals roared in unison!
After Zhao Muyun left, the Pinglu Commandery did not stop functioning. Instead, under the integration of Han Zhong and others, the newly conquered Murong tribe was also incorporated into it, making it even more solid!
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At this moment, on the official road leading to the capital, the atmosphere of the convoy was solemn and subtle.
The bloody battle at the post station and Zhao Muyun's poisoning were like a huge rock pressing on everyone's heart.
Zhao Muyun was placed on the soft couch in the sturdy carriage. His face was still pale, but his eyes had regained their former depth.
The wound on his left arm had been urgently treated by himself using the bloodletting method he learned as a special forces soldier in his previous life. The poison was temporarily suppressed, but not eradicated. He needed to find an antidote as soon as possible.
He closed his eyes to rest, but in fact his mind was rapidly sorting out Chen San's confession and the situation in the capital.
A corner of the car curtain was gently lifted, and Yin Yao walked in cautiously, holding a bowl of steaming medicinal porridge.
She changed out of her bloodstained gown and put on a plain dress. Her eyes were slightly red, but her eyes were no longer empty. Instead, they were filled with guilt and an unprecedented determination.
Qingluan followed nervously behind.
"Zhao...Brother Zhao!"
Yin Yao's voice was very soft, with a barely perceptible tremor, "Have some porridge... I added some detoxifying herbs, it will be good for your poison wound."
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