The slave soldiers looked at each other, none of them daring to step forward first. After all, over the years, they had almost never heard of anyone capturing a Wuhuan cavalryman alive.
Now, not only have two Wuhuan cavalrymen been captured alive, but they have also captured the Saili tribe, whose strength ranks among the top three.
The Wuhuan were unified by a total of 18 tribes, among which the chieftain of the Saili tribe, Serha, was the most ferocious and was known as the best archer on the grassland.
Ten years ago, he shot and killed the then Commandant of Huai Shuo Town with an arrow in the midst of the chaos of battle, just 150 paces away.
Those who excel at archery in the army are not simply accurate; even within the border troops, there are some who can achieve accuracy at a distance of only 50 paces.
But to achieve both range and accuracy from 150 paces away, one must possess superhuman strength to draw the bow to its limit and unleash its powerful explosive force.
Such an unparalleled and fierce person is enough to make one's scalp tingle just by thinking about it, not to mention that Serha is the most vengeful of all.
Back then, it was because of the Commandant Huai Shuo who, while he was out hunting for food, launched a night raid on his base camp and killed Serha's wife.
With only 300 cavalrymen under his command, Serha crossed the grasslands for thousands of miles and charged into the Huai Shuo border army, wreaking havoc and taking the life of the commander. In the end, he hung the head of the Huai Shuo commander outside the Huai Shuo city gate for three whole months, letting the wind and sand erode it and vultures gnaw at it. No one in the entire Huai Shuo army dared to fight back!
From then on, the Saili tribe became famous throughout the six towns of the northern border of Dayu. Many families even used the name Sairha to scare children and stop them from crying, which shows how exaggerated his fearsome reputation was.
Lu Tu asked again, "Does anyone dare to come?"
Silence fell once again, and Lu Tu's gaze towards them gradually turned to disappointment; it seemed they were ultimately hopeless cases.
These two Wuhuan cavalrymen were already so badly wounded, simply because they were from the Seli tribe. These military slaves didn't even have the courage to kill them.
At this moment, Chai Yong stepped forward: "Sir, let me do it!"
Seeing this, the others also stepped forward: "Sir, let's kill him."
Little did he know that Lu Tu had lost his previous expectations; some things, if delayed by even a second, can mean a lifetime.
Lu Tu waved his hand indifferently and said, "Nie Yun, kill them both and send their heads to Wuchuan to claim the reward."
After saying that, he left the trench, leaving Chai Yong and the others stunned in place.
They could also see that Lü Tu seemed to have lost all hope in them, but even though they had worked very hard, they hesitated for a moment and did not rush to step forward immediately.
Chai Yong and the others also knew that it was no wonder Lü Tu was disappointed; they were simply too cowardly.
Even though Lü Tu had already left, he still wanted to prove himself, so he stepped forward and smiled ingratiatingly at Nie Yun, "Brother Nie, can I kill him?"
Nie Yun glanced at him sideways: "What were you doing just now? Now you're trying to be a hero? Brother Lü isn't here, who are you trying to impress?"
Chai Yong and the others blushed deeply at these words, their remaining self-respect making them feel ashamed.
With a thud, Chai Yong knelt on the ground, his suppressed voice almost coming from the depths of his throat: "Brother Nie, I know I'm a good-for-nothing, but I don't want to be a good-for-nothing anymore. Please let me kill a Wuhuan person once. Don't worry, the military merit will be yours. I just...I..." As he spoke, Chai Yong was already sobbing uncontrollably.
Even though Nie Yun looked down on Chai Yong and his cowardly military slaves, he couldn't bear to see a man kneeling before him begging for mercy, as it reminded him of some unpleasant memories.
He turned and walked away, leaving behind the words, "These two Wuhuan people are yours to handle. Bring me their heads later; I still have to report back."
"Thank you, Brother Nie!"
Chai Yong and the others then stepped forward with their knives and surrounded the two Wuhuan soldiers.
At this moment, the Wuhuan man whose legs had been broken witnessed Chai Yong's actions, and his contempt for him had reached the heavens.
He spat disdainfully at Chai Yong's face and said, "You damn coward! How could I, a mighty eagle of the grasslands, die at the hands of a piece of trash like you? Get the hell out of here!"
The moment the word "get lost" was uttered, the soldiers and slaves trembled in fear, demonstrating the deep-seated dread the Wuhuan people had in their eyes.
Chai Yong's face was flushed, and his hand holding the knife was trembling. Whether it was excitement or fear, only he knew.
He roared to the sky, "My father died by the blades of you Wuhuan dogs! Today I will avenge my father!"
"ah!"
With a roar, Chai Yong, as if possessed, slashed down with his sword amidst the incredulous gazes of the Wuhuan soldiers.
The strange sensation and sound of the blade cutting through flesh drove Chai Yong even more mad. He kept slashing at the Wuhuan soldier with his knife, each strike bringing up bits of flesh and debris.
Seeing this, the other slaves also stepped forward, afraid of falling behind.
Those without knives used their fingernails and teeth to tear the two Wuhuan soldiers apart, leaving only their bones.
Fortunately, they hadn't completely lost their minds and managed to preserve both heads.
When Chai Yong, covered in red and white filth, came to Nie Yun carrying two severed heads, even Nie Yun couldn't help but frown. Was it really necessary to make such a fuss to kill someone on the verge of death?
"Is it all resolved?"
"Thank you, Brother Nie. I, Chai Yong, owe you a favor."
Nie Yun gave him a deep look. Just a military slave, yet he owed him a favor? He spoke as if he could help him, but he didn't say it aloud.
Instead, he imitated Lü Tu's manner and patted Chai Yong on the shoulder encouragingly: "You don't owe me anything, you owe Brother Lü. From now on, listen to Brother Lü and work hard!"
"I will."
Without further ado, Nie Yun mounted his horse and galloped towards Wuchuan, carrying two human heads.
Even Lü Tu was unaware of all this. It was the deaths of these two Wuhuan soldiers that ignited the bloodlust that had been suppressed in the hearts of all the military slaves for many years.
When they got home, Nangong Huiyu and Song Yuxi had already finished distributing the food. At that moment, Song Yuxi was teaching Nangong Huiyu how to cook.
Song Yuxi keenly sensed that Lü Tu was not in a good mood, but she did not offer any words of comfort, remembering everything her mother had taught her.
You must give your man enough care and respect. Even if you see his soft side, you should comfort him in other ways instead of bringing it up directly.
As usual, Song Yuxi brought a clean towel and brushed the dust off Lü Tu's body, smiling gently, "My husband has worked hard. Let me warm a pot of wine for you."
Lu Tu was deeply moved to see that Song Yuxi was as considerate as ever and didn't mind at all that he had married another woman.
He took Song Yuxi's hand and said, "Thank you, my wife."
Nangong Huiyu naturally noticed that Lü Tu was unhappy, but her approach was much simpler: "Husband, did someone upset you? I'll go kill him right now!"
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