If Lü Tu were to turn and run at this moment, he would probably be caught up before he could run two miles. Moreover, the Wuhuan people are skilled in archery and horsemanship, so exposing his back to them would be the most foolish thing to do.
For now, all he could do was hold his long sword tightly, glare angrily at the Karasuma people opposite him, and hope that reinforcements would arrive soon.
The twenty-odd Wuhuan soldiers opposite them were unusually still and did not move. None of them were chainmail cavalrymen that Lü Tu had seen before; the highest-ranking among them were only in leather armor.
At this moment, one of the Wuhuan people rode forward on his horse and shouted loudly at Lü Tu, "Are you Lü Tu from Wuchuan?"
Lu Tu was puzzled. The other party did not make the first move despite having an absolute advantage, and even guessed his name immediately. There was only one possibility: they had been intimidated by his skills and dared not make any rash moves.
Lu Tu, who had loved reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms since childhood, was certainly familiar with the Empty City Stratagem. At this moment, if he showed any sign of retreat, the enemy would notice and launch a group attack.
He stood proudly on his horse, his long sword hanging naturally in his hand, the still-dried blood dripping from the hilt into the white snow.
He shouted sternly, "That's right, Grandpa is Lü Tu. Now that you recognize me, why don't you retreat?"
As Lu Tu uttered the word "retreat," he emphasized the high pitch, causing the Wuhuan soldiers opposite him to momentarily lose their composure.
Standing proudly on horseback, facing over 20 riders alone, he was able to unleash such power.
No one is unafraid of death, and the Karasuma people are no exception!
Coupled with the rumors they had recently heard from various parts of the border, which portrayed Lü Tu as a godlike figure, their fear intensified, and for the first time, a thought of retreat began to stir within them...
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