Seeing that the meat was almost cooked, Keluntai tore off a leg of lamb, opened his mouth wide, ripped off a piece of lamb, and began to chew it in large mouthfuls.
"Haha~, sheep raised by ourselves are the best! They smell so good..."
Keluntai was laughing when he suddenly choked up, his eyes reddening as he looked at the leg of lamb in his hand.
He had raised sheep his whole life, and it would be a lie to say he had never eaten mutton. However, this was the first time he had ever been able to eat it so heartily, especially since it was from sheep that truly belonged to him.
This feeling is similar to that of migrant workers in later generations who, after receiving their hard-earned wages, treat themselves to a meal.
After years of hardship and dedication, I finally got what was rightfully mine, a feeling that others cannot understand.
Tuolü patted Keluntai on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, after we defeat those greedy guys, we can eat whatever we want!"
"Um!"
Keluntai nodded heavily, picked up the lamb leg and took another big bite, venting all his pent-up resentment on the lamb in front of him.
The next day, after tidying up the surrounding area, Tuolü led the Red Ribbon Army and drove the cattle and sheep toward the tribe of Keluntai.
After resting for two days and making proper arrangements for the tribe's migration, Tuolü led the Red Ribbon Army to replenish their supplies and continue westward.
Along the way, Tuolü and his companions encountered seven small tribes. After helping them reclaim their confiscated cattle, sheep, and able-bodied men, all of those tribes chose to join Tuolü's group.
Half a month later, the Red Ribbon Army had grown from the initial one hundred people to one thousand two hundred.
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