Under Murong Tu's watchful gaze, Tuolü led the Red Ribbon Army to a stop a kilometer away.
With a wave of his hand, Tuolü sent out five thousand former Murong soldiers who had been selected.
Who are these people...?
Upon seeing those familiar faces, Murong Tu was momentarily stunned. Those people seemed to be his former subordinates.
“I recognize someone, isn’t that Te Tuo from our tribe?”
“I know him too. Look at the one in the middle, he’s my wife’s brother.”
"Waaaah~, I saw my little brother..."
"..."
The Xianbei soldiers behind Murong Tu clearly recognized their former comrades or family members and began to whisper among themselves.
Just then, the soldiers following behind Tuolü also shouted at the top of their lungs:
"Brothers, your families are all well; they are waiting for you ahead!"
"Come with us, stop working for those hateful noble leaders..."
"Come with me and let's live a good life!"
As before, the soldiers' announcements emphasized the generous conditions the Red Ribbon Army provided to herders and soldiers.
The shouts echoed all around, clearly reaching the ears of the Xianbei soldiers.
Are they telling the truth?
"Probably, otherwise why would they vote for them over there?"
"Whether it's true or not, all I know is that my family is over there!"
The Xianbei soldiers were also discussing among themselves, looking at the herdsmen's caravan slowly moving eastward in the distance, their eyes full of anticipation.
All they want right now is to reunite with their families.
Upon seeing this, Murong Tu immediately shouted, "Don't listen to those traitors! Your families have been coerced by them. Now, you must take up your weapons and come with me to rescue your families. If you surrender, you will surely die!"
As Murong Tu finished speaking, the other noble leaders also shouted loudly, quickly suppressing the restless emotions of the Xianbei soldiers.
Seeing that Murong Tu had calmed down the Xianbei soldiers with just a few words, Tuolü's face darkened.
"This guy is really something, to have such high prestige?"
With a sigh, Tuolü spurred his horse out of the ranks and stopped three hundred paces away from the enemy's formation.
Tuolü, holding a long spear, pointed it at Murong Tu and shouted, "My name is Tuolü! Murong Tu, do you dare to come out and fight me to the death?"
Murong Tu's face darkened, and he glanced at Tuo Lu with disdain: "How dare an unknown nobody challenge me?"
Although Murong Tu showed great disdain, he did not move. He could also tell that this Tuo Lu was no ordinary person and that he was probably no match for him.
"Haha~, Murong Tu, are you scared?"
Tuolü laughed loudly, then said in a clear voice, "If you dare not accept the challenge, you may send your warriors to fight me at will."
Furthermore, you may send ten men to fight me one by one. If even one of them can defeat me, I will release your people and your cattle and sheep.
If you are defeated, you must dismount and surrender. What do you say?
Is this really true?
Upon hearing the duel conditions proposed by Tuolü, Murong Tu was immediately tempted.
Tuollu shouted, "I swear to Sirius the God of Heaven that I have not uttered a single falsehood!"
"Okay, it's a deal!"
Murong Tu agreed to Tuo Lu's conditions without hesitation.
In his view, no matter how powerful Tuolu is, it is impossible for him to fight ten times in a row without losing.
The ancients valued oaths, and once they made them, they would keep them; the same is true of the grasslands.
Subsequently, Murong Tu sent his nephew Murong Cuo to fight against Tuolü.
Murong Cuo, holding a long lance, spurred his horse and galloped towards Tuolü.
Tuolü's eyes narrowed, and he spurred his warhorse to meet the attack.
Within a few breaths, the warhorses beneath them had reached their top speed, charging towards each other like two arrows released from a bow.
Rushing forward, Murong Cuo launched the first attack. With the support of his warhorse's high speed, he thrust his lance toward Tuolü's chest with the force of thunder.
Unfortunately, in Tuo Lu's eyes, Murong Cuo's swift attack was like a slow-motion scene. With just a sidestep, he easily dodged it, and then with a flick of his wrist, the spear in his hand shot out like a dragon emerging from its cave, the tip of the spear piercing directly into Murong Cuo's throat.
In a single exchange, Murong Cuo died under Tuolü's spear.
This result shocked Murong Tu and his Xianbei soldiers.
Although Murong Cuo was not a very good person, he was one of the top warriors in the tribe, but unexpectedly, he couldn't even last a single round.
For a moment, the Xianbei soldiers looked at Tuolü with a hint of awe.
Subsequently, Murong Tu carefully selected another warrior to fight against Tuolü.
As expected, even the warriors he had carefully selected could not withstand Tuolü's attack.
And so it went, the third, the fourth... Murong Tu sent one, and one died; none of them could fight Tuolu for even a moment.
As the eighth Xianbei warrior was stabbed off his horse by Tuolü, both Murong Tu and the Xianbei soldiers were shocked.
In their eyes, Tuo Lu, who had killed eight people, could no longer be described as human.
Looking at Tuolü, who stood proudly between the two armies, Murong Tu sent out one of his bravest subordinates to fight.
Soon, the warrior rushed to Tuolü's side.
Unexpectedly, the warrior successfully dodged Tol's attack and launched a counterattack.
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