Nie Yun's eyes lit up: "Brilliant, brother! Did you come up with such an amazing thing?"
Lu Tu wasn't shameless enough to admit it, after all, Hu Delu's family's secret manual already recorded: "It wasn't me, the sages of the past were already using it."
Nie Yun clenched his fists so hard they cracked: "The Great Yu Dynasty has always been illegitimate in its rise to power. In order to cover up the truth, they even burned many books and historical records. They didn't even deploy such an important trap to the border troops. What a scourge!"
Lu Tu waved his hand: "Alright, it's better to rely on yourself than on others. Since the court won't give it to us, we'll make it ourselves. Anyway, we only have one goal: to kill the Wuhuan people while minimizing the casualties of our own brothers."
“I’m glad you understand. Starting tomorrow, I’ll hand this place over to you and help you gather 50 more people.”
"Nie Yun thanks you, elder brother!"
Lu Tu wasn't one to mince words; he'd said enough. Any more and it would become ambiguous. There was no need for such subtlety between two grown men.
I rode my little black bike home and arrived at the training ground to find everyone gathered around a huge bonfire, singing and dancing.
Lu Tu watched with envy. Bonfire parties really do exist in all eras. As a form of entertainment that enriches one's spiritual life, Lu Tu was quite supportive.
At this moment, Nangong Huiyu's eyes darted around, and she suddenly called Xiao Zhong over and whispered a few words to him. Then Xiao Zhong clapped his hands to signal everyone to quiet down: "According to what the two ladies said, Lord Lü is not only good at killing enemies, but also proficient in music. How about we invite Lord Lü to sing a poem for everyone?"
When Lü Tu heard the poem being recited, he felt his scalp tingle. He was most afraid of reciting poems in a literary style, but in the end, he couldn't resist everyone's enthusiasm.
Arriving at the makeshift platform beside the campfire, Lü Tu cupped his hands in greeting to everyone and said, "Please don't make things difficult for me. I don't know how to recite poetry. Instead, I'll sing you a catchy little tune."
Among the crowd was an old man, none other than Old Man Wang who had said that Lu Tu was born with the strange phenomenon of frost in June. He muttered to himself, "Sir, I remember that your family has been hunters for three generations. When did you learn music?"
These words immediately drew angry glares from those nearby: "Old Wang, shut up! Is it not allowed for Lord Lü to be self-taught?"
Lü Tu, too lazy to explain, simply roared at the top of his lungs: "Proud to face a thousand waves, hot blood like the red sun, courage like iron, bones like refined steel..."
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