With a furious shout, Lü Tu charged forward, sword in hand, followed closely by Liu Yang and the others. Their eyes showed no fear of the Wuhuan people, only an intense, unyielding fighting spirit.
This startled Chai Yong and the other military slaves. When had they ever seen a border army that dared to ask for battle?
But now that Lu Tu has gone up, if they still cower behind, they will surely be punished afterward. Even if they only have bows and arrows, they have no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.
Lu Tu was certain that the other party was only one person, and that he was already injured. The bright red blood was too conspicuous in the snow. If the other party wanted to survive, he could only try to hide.
As expected, Lü Tu noticed that the blood and footprints ahead had stopped. Without hesitation, he rolled around in place, and a second later, a sharp arrow landed where Lü Tu had just been standing.
The Wuhuan people hiding in the tree never expected that Lü Tu could predict all their thoughts in such a short time!
Only then did he realize how foolish it had been to reveal his weakness, but now was not the time for regret. He continued to draw his bow and shoot arrows after his first shot missed.
Lu Tu, meanwhile, lay hidden behind a broad tree trunk, waiting patiently for the enemy to tire themselves out. He was completely unfazed. The enemy consisted of only one person, while his side had nearly 50 men.
Moreover, the terrain of Aiying Mountain is complex, making it impossible for a large number of Wuhuan people to infiltrate it. The cost would be too high and disproportionate to the manpower and physical strength required.
After all, any invasion from other parts of Wuchuan would have been to flat grasslands, with no need to take the long way around and launch a large-scale attack from Aiying Mountain.
The other person was clearly a spy, just like the one he had killed several days ago.
A moment later, Liu Yang and the others arrived, but were stopped at a distance by Lü Tu: "Shoot him hard from the tree to the southeast!"
Liu Yang and his group had been holding their breath for a long time. Putting aside their deep-seated hatred for the Wuhuan people, the desire to make a name for themselves was enough to drive them crazy!
Right now, whoever kills the Wuhuan people first will gain ready-made military merits, and the enemy is sitting in the tree like a live target. Who wouldn't be excited about that?
At the same time, everyone drew their bows and shot arrows. In just one volley, the Wuhuan man was riddled with arrows and his body fell to the ground covered in smothered worms. Lü Tu ordered Liu Yang to lead his men to search an area within a mile radius.
The soldiers, including Chai Yong, who were lagging behind, were stunned. They had never imagined that they could kill the Wuhuan people so easily.
In their minds, the Wuhuan people were extremely difficult to deal with, and killing one Wuhuan person would inevitably require the sacrifice of dozens or even hundreds of people.
But Lu Tu showed him what it meant to kill the Wuhuan with your brain. Moreover, Lu Tu's soldiers seemed to be about the same skill level as him, but they were able to perfectly kill the Wuhuan without losing a single soldier. This was somewhat subversive to their worldview.
Lu Tu and the others were unaware of his thoughts. Even Liu Yang and the others, during their time following Lu Tu, had gradually come to believe that the Wuhuan people were nothing special.
We all have the same nose and two eyes, so who can be worse than whom?
At this moment, Liu Yang stepped forward to report: "Brother, we have found the warhorse of the Wuhuan people about a mile to the north."
How many?
"One horse."
Lu Tu examined the corpse of the Wuhuan man and found that his appearance was not blond and blue-eyed, but more similar to that of the Dayu people.
However, he had higher cheekbones and smaller eyes. How to describe him? He looked more like someone from the South Korean peninsula. The only way to tell that he was a Wuhuan person was by the tattoo on the back of his neck.
On the day of their coming-of-age ceremony, every Wuhuan person gets a tattoo. As they grow up in the tribe, the tattoo is gradually added to until it is finally drawn into a complete divine eagle.
It is said that among all the tribes in the entire Wuhuan Grassland, there are no more than ten people who have completed the Divine Eagle.
He knew that the Wuhuan were a mixed-race tribe, with a diverse population living together, so it was normal for them to have all sorts of appearances.
Lu Tu ordered, "Zhao Liang, you take a few men and carry the sheep we hunted back. The rest of you, come with me!"
Chai Yong looked at the Wuhuan corpse on the ground and hesitated: "Sir, aren't we going to take the Wuhuan head back?"
Liu Yang and the others stared at him. In their minds, Lu Tu's words were orders, and they never questioned them.
"Are you eager to make a name for yourself? What does this Wuhuan head have to do with you?"
Chai Yong quickly explained, "No, I feel it would be a waste of military merit not to do so."
Lu Tu nodded: "Then you will be responsible for carrying his head."
"Thank you, Your Excellency!" Chai Yong knelt down immediately. He thought that Lü Tu was going to reward him for his military merits, and he was a little excited.
Lu Tu led his men forward first. Liu Yang came to Chai Yong's side and sneered, "You're too happy too soon. You're new here and don't know the rules yet. The squad leader said that any merit earned from killing Wuhuan soldiers in a group like this won't be given to any one person, but belongs to all of us!"
Upon hearing this, Chai Yong stood there awkwardly. He had thought that the military merits he was rewarded with would free him from his slave status, but it turned out to be a false alarm.
The other slave soldiers came up to comfort us, saying, "Don't be discouraged. At least we've cut off the heads of Wuhuan soldiers. We've got face to show for it!"
Upon hearing this, Chai Yong agreed, and quickly cut off his head, tied it around his waist, and caught up with the main group.
Lu Tu led his men to inspect the place where the horses were tied up. Sure enough, there were messy footprints everywhere, some of which were human footprints and some of which were horse hoof prints. It seemed that there were quite a few people there.
At that moment, snow began to fall softly from the surrounding trees. Lü Tu lowered his voice and said, "Hide! Enemies are coming!"
Everyone immediately began to hide, but Chai Yong and other newly arrived military slaves, having not undergone systematic training, were not as able to obey orders as Liu Yang and others, and were much slower.
This delay caused a major problem, as a troop of Wuhuan cavalry, who were rushing from afar, spotted them and unleashed a volley of arrows.
Everyone cursed under their breath, thinking how badly these guys had caused trouble!
Upon seeing more than ten Wuhuan cavalrymen, Chai Yong and his men immediately lost their will to fight and turned tail to flee.
Liu Yang wanted to reprimand them, but Lu Tu stopped him with a look. Since they had already been exposed, let them be exposed completely and turn the tables on them.
Fortunately, Lu Tu and his men had already hidden behind safe cover and escaped this round. As for Chai Yong and the other military slaves, they were indeed old hands in the border army.
They were incredibly fast when running through the dense forest, no wonder they were able to hold out against the Wuhuan people for so long; their survival skills were top-notch.
As Chai Yong turned around, the leader of the Wuhuan group spotted the severed head at his waist and shouted, "That's Walli's head! Go after those Yu Dynasty bastards!"
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